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Poet/writer/words guy in the Pacific Northwest. He/him. Website: https://axshaw.com
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litbowl.bsky.social
What a build. What a final line.

From @victoriachang.bsky.social's book, The Trees Witness Everything: bookshop.org/a/862/9781556596322

#poem #books #writing
November 14, 2025 at 5:48 PM
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alanparrywriter.co.uk
This is the full text of #IWant — a poem from my WIP #FuckMeLikeGraffiti, which dives headfirst into the sexual self. It’s about love, lust, and the edges of intimacy. You can hear me read it over on TikTok.

#PoemsAbout #Desire #Sexuality #AltLit #SpokenWord #IndiePoet #PoetryCommunity
A poem titled I Want appears in black text on a white background. The poem reads: I Want you pulling at the edges of me i want us to forget our names i want to see videos of you tying yourself in knots i want your red flowers pinching my breath i want senseless talk & you playing goofy with me i want your leg against mine i want your hand at the back of my neck feeling the pulse i want your head on my chest— asleep i want you thinking of me all day A continuation of the poem I Want is shown in black text on a white background, spread across two columns. The text reads: i want the idiot hots & your filthy mouth i want you to hand yourself over to be filled & overcome i want a comfortable silence to fold around us like bedsheets i want weekends spent lying on each other i want the small things to sit at your feet to watch you eat i want to hold your waist i want your hair wet & messy in a hotel room in tallinn i want you to tell me how we oughta spend the night i want to know the one thing i said you can’t let go of i want the migraines & the hard-ons i want the marks you leave i want you naked & tired with dark circles around your eyes i want you sweaty & stressed i want you to wear me down like water on stone slow & smooth i want to drown in your ocean-floor eyes i want us to become shadows on the wall i want you to take fistfuls of me to shake my teeth loose The final lines of the poem I Want appear in black text on a white background. The text reads: & i want to wake up sore
November 14, 2025 at 5:05 PM
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jzguzlowski.bsky.social
Confession

Bless me, Poetry
For I have sinned

It has been
Two weeks
Since my last poem

Please show me
The grace
Of falling rain
And dying leaves

Amen
November 9, 2025 at 3:44 PM
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kimdorman.bsky.social
Gary Snyder
November 2, 2025 at 9:18 AM
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theposhgoblin.bsky.social
It's a tea and book sort of night
November 6, 2025 at 10:04 PM
axshaw.com
I just got an ad for a $20000 “meeting pod.” Who does The Algorithm think I am?
November 6, 2025 at 12:01 AM
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bigjosh84.bsky.social
They tell us we’re ugly, that we’re nothing special. Why? Because birds with broken wings can’t stand to see others soar. Never listen. Believe. Hope. Resist. 💙
#poetry #writingcommunity #blueskypoets #poems
A lone figure standing on a cliff at dawn, wind in their hair, wings made of scars and sunlight. The air hums with defiance — proof that even the broken can rise when the world expects them to crawl. How the Broken Learn to Fly They said the sky was too far, but my bones remembered the wind. They said I’d fall again, but falling taught me balance. They said I’d never heal right, but the scars became my wings. I don’t need perfect flight— I just need the will to rise. A quiet morning kitchen, coffee steam curling like ghosts of yesterday. The flame on the stove flickers — small, steady, human. The kind of light that refuses to die, even when no one is watching. Ordinary Fire I wasn’t built for glory, but I still burn steady. No banners, no crowd, just the hum of survival. The world turns cold, but I keep my own flame. Some nights, that’s all it takes to keep the dark from winning. A crowded street of blurred faces; one person stands still, eyes closed, hearing a different rhythm. The poem hums with quiet rebellion — the unseen soul who refuses to fade into the noise. Song of the Unseen They don’t see us in the crowd, but our silence is thunder. They don’t write our names down, but the earth still remembers our steps. They don’t hear us breathe, but every breath defies them. We are the miracle unseen— louder than their forgetting. A figure walking into a storm, coat whipping, unbowed. The sky breaks open, but they don’t turn back. It’s not about the victory — it’s about the refusal to stop moving forward. Against the Wind They say dreams are fragile, but so are stars before they burn. They say hope is foolish, but so is life without it. They say resistance breaks you, but it’s the only thing that builds. Every bird that soars was told it couldn’t fly.
November 4, 2025 at 11:33 PM
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hanvanderhart.bsky.social
More than usual at the first overtures of frost I want to burrow into my covers & hibernate & winter & poetry
November 4, 2025 at 9:52 PM
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willmusgrove.bsky.social
I already miss the sun.
November 4, 2025 at 2:34 AM
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michaelbroussard.myatproto.social
Sending love to all my friends here and everywhere. You are magnificent.
November 2, 2025 at 3:23 PM
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oxgarnet.bsky.social
Read some poetry and my poems, too, while you’re at it! ❤️‍🔥
November 2, 2025 at 9:27 PM
axshaw.com
Does anyone else here find themselves drawn to poetry because everything they have to say comes out too terse for prose?
I don’t think I could ever write a novel; I never figured out how to make ideas take up so much space.
November 3, 2025 at 5:44 PM
axshaw.com
It’s a bad deal, Daylight Savings. The extra light you get in the morning hardly lasts a week, and the dark evening cones faster than it ever needed help with
November 2, 2025 at 10:54 PM
axshaw.com
November is kicking off with cold and rainy. It is a good day to stay inside and bake something.
November 1, 2025 at 3:30 PM
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debbshock.blue
you may be cool but are you "swan in a hammock" cool
a swan laying on its back in a hammock
October 28, 2025 at 8:57 PM
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upfromsumdirt.bsky.social
one would think that Poets & Coffee Endorsements would go hand-in-hand... but where's the national advertising of poets pushing their favorite sumatras?

yall out here slippin.

this should be a commercialized trope at this point.
October 29, 2025 at 2:02 PM
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roguestrands.bsky.social
This poem from Whatever You Do, Just Don't is for anybody who's had to clear a house, who's found objects that must have had significance for someone no longer here to tell their story....
October 28, 2025 at 6:48 PM
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tomsnarsky.bsky.social
Paul Zimmer
THE PLACE Once in your life you pass Through a place so pure It becomes tainted even By your regard, a space Of trees and air where Dusk comes as perfect ripeness. Here the only sounds are Sighs of rain and snow, Small rustlings of plants As they unwrap in twilight. This is where you will go At last when coldness comes. It is something you realize When you first see it, But instantly forget. At the end of your life You remember and dwell in It’s faultless light forever.
October 26, 2025 at 10:46 PM
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sillysyntax.bsky.social
I can't articulate it well but I don't care what punctuation/ set of words is the current tell for Chatgpt. I'm not changing my voice or the way I write for this program, my writing will evolve the way it evolves. I am not panicking that it uses em dashes. They should panic and pay me.
October 23, 2025 at 10:09 PM
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atrubek.bsky.social
This is how you blurb
October 23, 2025 at 12:41 PM
axshaw.com
It is only Wednesday of this week, it’s dragging by. It’s already the 15th of the month, it’s going so fast. How can time work this way?
October 15, 2025 at 3:25 PM
axshaw.com
I keep forgetting to share this week’s pickups from the library
Two books side by side. “We Sailed on the Lake” by Bill Carty and “Shadow Ticket” by Thomas Pynchon.
October 15, 2025 at 4:45 AM
axshaw.com
There’s that dusty smell in the air today everywhere of all the furnaces and heaters waking up fir the first time this year
October 14, 2025 at 4:14 PM
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stromberg.bsky.social
If I can tell you how many semicolons I've used today, I haven't used enough semicolons today.
rachelfeder.bsky.social Rachel Feder @rachelfeder.bsky.social · Oct 13
Tell me your most unhinged literary opinion, as a little treat
October 14, 2025 at 1:04 AM
axshaw.com
Today's yearning was simple. I felt a chill in the morning, and I wanted thicker blankets and more time to spend under them.
October 10, 2025 at 4:02 AM