A'zura
@azura70.bsky.social
50ish micropoet , who got tired of writing longer poems :)
A'zura is my heteronym I created one late night. And yes- A'zura doesn't live on Earth, she lives on planet Jor'ba III.
A'zura is my heteronym I created one late night. And yes- A'zura doesn't live on Earth, she lives on planet Jor'ba III.
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A'zura
@azura70.bsky.social
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a man in a suit and tie is talking about poetry , beauty , romance , love
ALT: a man in a suit and tie is talking about poetry , beauty , romance , love
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A'zura is my heteronym I created one late night. I prefer not to use my real name, when on the internet. More for my comfort
and besides -
I like being a bit of a mysterious poet 😎
and besides -
I like being a bit of a mysterious poet 😎
Happy New Year !!🎆🎉
January 1, 2026 at 12:25 AM
Happy New Year !!🎆🎉
Clear sky, joyfully
full of cold clouds.
With time is falling
between the snowflakes.
As the tarnished year
starts to put on -
Its new shiny numbers.
#dailyhaikuprompt #micropoetry #micropoem #poetry
full of cold clouds.
With time is falling
between the snowflakes.
As the tarnished year
starts to put on -
Its new shiny numbers.
#dailyhaikuprompt #micropoetry #micropoem #poetry
December 31, 2025 at 11:52 PM
Clear sky, joyfully
full of cold clouds.
With time is falling
between the snowflakes.
As the tarnished year
starts to put on -
Its new shiny numbers.
#dailyhaikuprompt #micropoetry #micropoem #poetry
full of cold clouds.
With time is falling
between the snowflakes.
As the tarnished year
starts to put on -
Its new shiny numbers.
#dailyhaikuprompt #micropoetry #micropoem #poetry
Cold morning rain
Washing away the life
of old snow.
And this year, waiting
for that midnight -
With gratitude.
And I -
Have learn to
wait for nothing.
#micropoetry #micropoem #poetry
Washing away the life
of old snow.
And this year, waiting
for that midnight -
With gratitude.
And I -
Have learn to
wait for nothing.
#micropoetry #micropoem #poetry
December 29, 2025 at 4:15 PM
Cold morning rain
Washing away the life
of old snow.
And this year, waiting
for that midnight -
With gratitude.
And I -
Have learn to
wait for nothing.
#micropoetry #micropoem #poetry
Washing away the life
of old snow.
And this year, waiting
for that midnight -
With gratitude.
And I -
Have learn to
wait for nothing.
#micropoetry #micropoem #poetry
May everybody have a wonderful Christmas 🎄🎅🤶☃️
a christmas card with a christmas tree and fireplace wishing you a merry christmas week
ALT: a christmas card with a christmas tree and fireplace wishing you a merry christmas week
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December 24, 2025 at 5:59 PM
May everybody have a wonderful Christmas 🎄🎅🤶☃️
White snowflakes
on a black overcoat
Beautiful -
But the shovel
still wants to sleep
****
Unfortunately, my shovel had to shovel the driveway today.
#dailyhaikuprompt #micropoetry #micropoem
on a black overcoat
Beautiful -
But the shovel
still wants to sleep
****
Unfortunately, my shovel had to shovel the driveway today.
#dailyhaikuprompt #micropoetry #micropoem
December 24, 2025 at 1:09 AM
White snowflakes
on a black overcoat
Beautiful -
But the shovel
still wants to sleep
****
Unfortunately, my shovel had to shovel the driveway today.
#dailyhaikuprompt #micropoetry #micropoem
on a black overcoat
Beautiful -
But the shovel
still wants to sleep
****
Unfortunately, my shovel had to shovel the driveway today.
#dailyhaikuprompt #micropoetry #micropoem
Winter Solstice ending.
And now, the light
begins to grow again -
On the old turtle's back.
#dailyhaikuprompt #micropoetry #micropoem #poetry
And now, the light
begins to grow again -
On the old turtle's back.
#dailyhaikuprompt #micropoetry #micropoem #poetry
December 22, 2025 at 12:46 AM
Winter Solstice ending.
And now, the light
begins to grow again -
On the old turtle's back.
#dailyhaikuprompt #micropoetry #micropoem #poetry
And now, the light
begins to grow again -
On the old turtle's back.
#dailyhaikuprompt #micropoetry #micropoem #poetry
Again, Autumn is
putting on her shroud.
While winter adjust
his white booties.
And these days -
Are far away, from
Spring's warm hope.
***
Yes, I have type up latest batch of poems.
#micropoetry #micropoem #poetry
putting on her shroud.
While winter adjust
his white booties.
And these days -
Are far away, from
Spring's warm hope.
***
Yes, I have type up latest batch of poems.
#micropoetry #micropoem #poetry
December 21, 2025 at 2:55 AM
Again, Autumn is
putting on her shroud.
While winter adjust
his white booties.
And these days -
Are far away, from
Spring's warm hope.
***
Yes, I have type up latest batch of poems.
#micropoetry #micropoem #poetry
putting on her shroud.
While winter adjust
his white booties.
And these days -
Are far away, from
Spring's warm hope.
***
Yes, I have type up latest batch of poems.
#micropoetry #micropoem #poetry
Long winter hours -
Don't exist, as long
you are sleeping.
And I -
Feel the weight
of those unborn hours.
Who can't -
Detach themselves
from this history.
Don't exist, as long
you are sleeping.
And I -
Feel the weight
of those unborn hours.
Who can't -
Detach themselves
from this history.
December 21, 2025 at 2:53 AM
Long winter hours -
Don't exist, as long
you are sleeping.
And I -
Feel the weight
of those unborn hours.
Who can't -
Detach themselves
from this history.
Don't exist, as long
you are sleeping.
And I -
Feel the weight
of those unborn hours.
Who can't -
Detach themselves
from this history.
There is never -
Enough warm breaths
to melt a long icicle.
And breaking it, seems
so wrong today.
While this world, holds
some broken things.
****
Cold air -
Strangling the day.
But not wishing for
a summer sun.
The new fallen snow
deserve to live.
As life, slips away
from the hawk's bird.
Enough warm breaths
to melt a long icicle.
And breaking it, seems
so wrong today.
While this world, holds
some broken things.
****
Cold air -
Strangling the day.
But not wishing for
a summer sun.
The new fallen snow
deserve to live.
As life, slips away
from the hawk's bird.
December 21, 2025 at 2:52 AM
There is never -
Enough warm breaths
to melt a long icicle.
And breaking it, seems
so wrong today.
While this world, holds
some broken things.
****
Cold air -
Strangling the day.
But not wishing for
a summer sun.
The new fallen snow
deserve to live.
As life, slips away
from the hawk's bird.
Enough warm breaths
to melt a long icicle.
And breaking it, seems
so wrong today.
While this world, holds
some broken things.
****
Cold air -
Strangling the day.
But not wishing for
a summer sun.
The new fallen snow
deserve to live.
As life, slips away
from the hawk's bird.
Reposted by A'zura
Christmas Words of Wonder, Part 2
December 16, 2025 at 2:10 PM
Christmas Words of Wonder, Part 2
Desolation, not in
these few minutes
full of honking geese.
But in words, being
bare trees, waiting for
new leaves. And -
Coldness is a dictator.
****
Yes, I have been typing up the latest batch of poems
#dailyhaikuprompt #micropoetry #micropoem #poetry
these few minutes
full of honking geese.
But in words, being
bare trees, waiting for
new leaves. And -
Coldness is a dictator.
****
Yes, I have been typing up the latest batch of poems
#dailyhaikuprompt #micropoetry #micropoem #poetry
December 15, 2025 at 2:04 AM
Desolation, not in
these few minutes
full of honking geese.
But in words, being
bare trees, waiting for
new leaves. And -
Coldness is a dictator.
****
Yes, I have been typing up the latest batch of poems
#dailyhaikuprompt #micropoetry #micropoem #poetry
these few minutes
full of honking geese.
But in words, being
bare trees, waiting for
new leaves. And -
Coldness is a dictator.
****
Yes, I have been typing up the latest batch of poems
#dailyhaikuprompt #micropoetry #micropoem #poetry
A miracle -
A polluted Earth
still creates -
Cold white snowflakes.
Despite they are -
Dying in my hand
like human's souls.
***
Blue sky, with
bits of cold clouds.
That are not faces
to fear this day.
But the creators
some quiet snowflakes -
And not bullets.
#dailyhaikuprompt #micropoem
A polluted Earth
still creates -
Cold white snowflakes.
Despite they are -
Dying in my hand
like human's souls.
***
Blue sky, with
bits of cold clouds.
That are not faces
to fear this day.
But the creators
some quiet snowflakes -
And not bullets.
#dailyhaikuprompt #micropoem
December 15, 2025 at 1:59 AM
A miracle -
A polluted Earth
still creates -
Cold white snowflakes.
Despite they are -
Dying in my hand
like human's souls.
***
Blue sky, with
bits of cold clouds.
That are not faces
to fear this day.
But the creators
some quiet snowflakes -
And not bullets.
#dailyhaikuprompt #micropoem
A polluted Earth
still creates -
Cold white snowflakes.
Despite they are -
Dying in my hand
like human's souls.
***
Blue sky, with
bits of cold clouds.
That are not faces
to fear this day.
But the creators
some quiet snowflakes -
And not bullets.
#dailyhaikuprompt #micropoem
In frigid air -
Wild irises, are
only black words.
But still -
Evoke some warmth.
****
North wind -
Full of artic air.
and the snowman's life -
Not entering, its
finally dusk hour.
#dailyhaikuprompt #micropoem #micropoetry #poetry
Wild irises, are
only black words.
But still -
Evoke some warmth.
****
North wind -
Full of artic air.
and the snowman's life -
Not entering, its
finally dusk hour.
#dailyhaikuprompt #micropoem #micropoetry #poetry
December 9, 2025 at 12:00 AM
In frigid air -
Wild irises, are
only black words.
But still -
Evoke some warmth.
****
North wind -
Full of artic air.
and the snowman's life -
Not entering, its
finally dusk hour.
#dailyhaikuprompt #micropoem #micropoetry #poetry
Wild irises, are
only black words.
But still -
Evoke some warmth.
****
North wind -
Full of artic air.
and the snowman's life -
Not entering, its
finally dusk hour.
#dailyhaikuprompt #micropoem #micropoetry #poetry
A'zura is my heteronym I created one late night. I prefer not to use my real name, when on the internet. More for my comfort
and besides -
I like being a bit of a mysterious poet 😎
and besides -
I like being a bit of a mysterious poet 😎
a man in a suit and tie is talking about poetry , beauty , romance , love
ALT: a man in a suit and tie is talking about poetry , beauty , romance , love
media.tenor.com
December 8, 2025 at 11:52 PM
A'zura is my heteronym I created one late night. I prefer not to use my real name, when on the internet. More for my comfort
and besides -
I like being a bit of a mysterious poet 😎
and besides -
I like being a bit of a mysterious poet 😎
Reposted by A'zura
Poetry Comics Month, Day 5
November 5, 2025 at 1:49 PM
Poetry Comics Month, Day 5
Reposted by A'zura
Poetry Comics Month, Day 2
November 2, 2025 at 2:05 PM
Poetry Comics Month, Day 2
November's first Sunday
Full of -
The old craggy face
of this year.
***
November's deer, walking
with a quiet grace.
Sleet - never does falls
with that gracefulness.
#dailyhaikuprompt (sleet) #micropoetry #micropoem #poetry
Full of -
The old craggy face
of this year.
***
November's deer, walking
with a quiet grace.
Sleet - never does falls
with that gracefulness.
#dailyhaikuprompt (sleet) #micropoetry #micropoem #poetry
November 2, 2025 at 6:39 PM
November's first Sunday
Full of -
The old craggy face
of this year.
***
November's deer, walking
with a quiet grace.
Sleet - never does falls
with that gracefulness.
#dailyhaikuprompt (sleet) #micropoetry #micropoem #poetry
Full of -
The old craggy face
of this year.
***
November's deer, walking
with a quiet grace.
Sleet - never does falls
with that gracefulness.
#dailyhaikuprompt (sleet) #micropoetry #micropoem #poetry
Reposted by A'zura
Poetry Comics Month, Day 1
Join me throughout November as I share a daily haiku comic for my fourth annual Poetry Comics Month.
Join me throughout November as I share a daily haiku comic for my fourth annual Poetry Comics Month.
November 1, 2025 at 2:49 PM
Poetry Comics Month, Day 1
Join me throughout November as I share a daily haiku comic for my fourth annual Poetry Comics Month.
Join me throughout November as I share a daily haiku comic for my fourth annual Poetry Comics Month.
Late October trees.
Not full of desolation
nor emptiness.
The letting go of
a long year.
#dailyhaikuprompt #micropoetry #micropoem #poetry #
Not full of desolation
nor emptiness.
The letting go of
a long year.
#dailyhaikuprompt #micropoetry #micropoem #poetry #
October 30, 2025 at 2:43 PM
Late October trees.
Not full of desolation
nor emptiness.
The letting go of
a long year.
#dailyhaikuprompt #micropoetry #micropoem #poetry #
Not full of desolation
nor emptiness.
The letting go of
a long year.
#dailyhaikuprompt #micropoetry #micropoem #poetry #
October 30, 2025 at 2:34 PM
Shouted out - Halt!
But the autumn leaves
still found the ground.
Again, I shouted out- Halt!
History, echoes with laughter.
#dailyhaikuprompt #micropoetry #micropoem #smallpoem #poetry
But the autumn leaves
still found the ground.
Again, I shouted out- Halt!
History, echoes with laughter.
#dailyhaikuprompt #micropoetry #micropoem #smallpoem #poetry
October 26, 2025 at 5:36 PM
Shouted out - Halt!
But the autumn leaves
still found the ground.
Again, I shouted out- Halt!
History, echoes with laughter.
#dailyhaikuprompt #micropoetry #micropoem #smallpoem #poetry
But the autumn leaves
still found the ground.
Again, I shouted out- Halt!
History, echoes with laughter.
#dailyhaikuprompt #micropoetry #micropoem #smallpoem #poetry
October's falling leaves
Don't have enough glue
to return them -
To their parent trees.
****
#micropoetry #micropoem #smallpoem #poetry
Don't have enough glue
to return them -
To their parent trees.
****
#micropoetry #micropoem #smallpoem #poetry
October 25, 2025 at 2:11 PM
October's falling leaves
Don't have enough glue
to return them -
To their parent trees.
****
#micropoetry #micropoem #smallpoem #poetry
Don't have enough glue
to return them -
To their parent trees.
****
#micropoetry #micropoem #smallpoem #poetry
No pears here.
To pare down
to their white core.
Only October trees
losing their fullness.
****
#dailyhaikuprompt #micropoetry #micropoem #poetry
To pare down
to their white core.
Only October trees
losing their fullness.
****
#dailyhaikuprompt #micropoetry #micropoem #poetry
October 23, 2025 at 6:06 PM
No pears here.
To pare down
to their white core.
Only October trees
losing their fullness.
****
#dailyhaikuprompt #micropoetry #micropoem #poetry
To pare down
to their white core.
Only October trees
losing their fullness.
****
#dailyhaikuprompt #micropoetry #micropoem #poetry
One maple branch
still has -
One leaf left
Even though -
It’s an oak leaf.
***
Angry grey squirrel
shaking his fat tail.
And two autumn leaves
lost their branch.
***
Dark October morning
Where is its brightness?
Sleeping soundly, with
the unborn snowflakes.
#micropoetry #micropoems #poetry
still has -
One leaf left
Even though -
It’s an oak leaf.
***
Angry grey squirrel
shaking his fat tail.
And two autumn leaves
lost their branch.
***
Dark October morning
Where is its brightness?
Sleeping soundly, with
the unborn snowflakes.
#micropoetry #micropoems #poetry
October 21, 2025 at 1:24 AM
One maple branch
still has -
One leaf left
Even though -
It’s an oak leaf.
***
Angry grey squirrel
shaking his fat tail.
And two autumn leaves
lost their branch.
***
Dark October morning
Where is its brightness?
Sleeping soundly, with
the unborn snowflakes.
#micropoetry #micropoems #poetry
still has -
One leaf left
Even though -
It’s an oak leaf.
***
Angry grey squirrel
shaking his fat tail.
And two autumn leaves
lost their branch.
***
Dark October morning
Where is its brightness?
Sleeping soundly, with
the unborn snowflakes.
#micropoetry #micropoems #poetry