Persimpphone
@persapph.one
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Hoetry in motion
yearnings, feelings, cats, owls, and more
For now, I only post poetry here, and probably follow a few other poetry accounts.
PFP and Banner used with permission from @aadoris.com
Hoetry in motion
yearnings, feelings, cats, owls, and more
For now, I only post poetry here, and probably follow a few other poetry accounts.
PFP and Banner used with permission from @aadoris.com
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I wish I knew the words to say,
to salve a wicked wheal –
found family fractured by mere words,
left cuts that cannot heal.
he's driven by a broken heart
the world could never mend –
transition left without a choice,
wounds are left untend...
#poetry
I wish I knew the words to say,
to salve a wicked wheal –
found family fractured by mere words,
left cuts that cannot heal.
he's driven by a broken heart
the world could never mend –
transition left without a choice,
wounds are left untend...
#poetry
September 19, 2025 at 6:50 PM
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I wish I knew the words to say,
to salve a wicked wheal –
found family fractured by mere words,
left cuts that cannot heal.
he's driven by a broken heart
the world could never mend –
transition left without a choice,
wounds are left untend...
#poetry
I wish I knew the words to say,
to salve a wicked wheal –
found family fractured by mere words,
left cuts that cannot heal.
he's driven by a broken heart
the world could never mend –
transition left without a choice,
wounds are left untend...
#poetry
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alchemical, incredible –
the way you say my name,
delectable, spreadable –
a bright and rising flame.
susceptible, affectional –
your hand upon my arm,
unconventional, sensible –
a sweet and sudden calm.
1/2 🧵 #BlueSkyRelay #Poetry
alchemical, incredible –
the way you say my name,
delectable, spreadable –
a bright and rising flame.
susceptible, affectional –
your hand upon my arm,
unconventional, sensible –
a sweet and sudden calm.
1/2 🧵 #BlueSkyRelay #Poetry
Today's (19/09/25) #BlueSkyRelay -
"Struggling to find the words" for today's prompt but I know you guys will find them and I can't wait to read them: #ineffable
"Struggling to find the words" for today's prompt but I know you guys will find them and I can't wait to read them: #ineffable
September 19, 2025 at 6:23 PM
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alchemical, incredible –
the way you say my name,
delectable, spreadable –
a bright and rising flame.
susceptible, affectional –
your hand upon my arm,
unconventional, sensible –
a sweet and sudden calm.
1/2 🧵 #BlueSkyRelay #Poetry
alchemical, incredible –
the way you say my name,
delectable, spreadable –
a bright and rising flame.
susceptible, affectional –
your hand upon my arm,
unconventional, sensible –
a sweet and sudden calm.
1/2 🧵 #BlueSkyRelay #Poetry
There's grief and loss – in things unsaid –
In moments never had.
Do not regret the ache you feel –
Emotions iron-clad.
To break the cycle of sorrow –
Your heart, you mustn't steel –
To feel the sting, unrequited,
Embrace the wicked wheal.
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In moments never had.
Do not regret the ache you feel –
Emotions iron-clad.
To break the cycle of sorrow –
Your heart, you mustn't steel –
To feel the sting, unrequited,
Embrace the wicked wheal.
1/2 🧵
#poetry #unrequited
How do I grieve all that never was?
How could I let it all go?
How do I sleep when my mind is a buzz,
Filled with the thoughts of his evergreen glow?
🖋️ 1/2
How do I grieve all that never was?
How could I let it all go?
How do I sleep when my mind is a buzz,
Filled with the thoughts of his evergreen glow?
🖋️ 1/2
August 18, 2025 at 3:38 AM
There's grief and loss – in things unsaid –
In moments never had.
Do not regret the ache you feel –
Emotions iron-clad.
To break the cycle of sorrow –
Your heart, you mustn't steel –
To feel the sting, unrequited,
Embrace the wicked wheal.
1/2 🧵
In moments never had.
Do not regret the ache you feel –
Emotions iron-clad.
To break the cycle of sorrow –
Your heart, you mustn't steel –
To feel the sting, unrequited,
Embrace the wicked wheal.
1/2 🧵
Reposted by Persimpphone
Heartache is an interesting creature. A gentle kind of feral. Longing and loss that is all teeth, a holy reckless howling.
August 15, 2025 at 11:42 PM
Heartache is an interesting creature. A gentle kind of feral. Longing and loss that is all teeth, a holy reckless howling.
#BlueSkyRelay #poetry
Like little needles into flesh,
Her hyphae burrow in.
A hazy fever of the mind —
That dreams of gentle sin.
And though I rot away in bed,
Through suffering — we grew,
To see the way you flourish now –
Your love takes golden hue.
Like little needles into flesh,
Her hyphae burrow in.
A hazy fever of the mind —
That dreams of gentle sin.
And though I rot away in bed,
Through suffering — we grew,
To see the way you flourish now –
Your love takes golden hue.
For the last prompt of my hosting week, we're taking a detour into Funga.
Today's #BlueSkyRelay #prompt is:
#mycelium (pl.: mycelia)
a root-like structure of a fungus consisting of a mass of branching, thread-like hyphae
Thank you for all your responses. It has been a wonderful week of hosting. 💜
Today's #BlueSkyRelay #prompt is:
#mycelium (pl.: mycelia)
a root-like structure of a fungus consisting of a mass of branching, thread-like hyphae
Thank you for all your responses. It has been a wonderful week of hosting. 💜
August 12, 2025 at 1:54 PM
#BlueSkyRelay #poetry
Like little needles into flesh,
Her hyphae burrow in.
A hazy fever of the mind —
That dreams of gentle sin.
And though I rot away in bed,
Through suffering — we grew,
To see the way you flourish now –
Your love takes golden hue.
Like little needles into flesh,
Her hyphae burrow in.
A hazy fever of the mind —
That dreams of gentle sin.
And though I rot away in bed,
Through suffering — we grew,
To see the way you flourish now –
Your love takes golden hue.
Reposted by Persimpphone
August 11, 2025 at 3:04 PM
#poetry #community
We come together every month,
To mend our splintered parts.
Hand in hand we share our woes and
Take solace in our arms.
Feel the pulse of community;
It's lifeblood, through and through.
We keep us safe in darkest times,
I know this to be true.
We come together every month,
To mend our splintered parts.
Hand in hand we share our woes and
Take solace in our arms.
Feel the pulse of community;
It's lifeblood, through and through.
We keep us safe in darkest times,
I know this to be true.
August 12, 2025 at 5:13 AM
#poetry #community
We come together every month,
To mend our splintered parts.
Hand in hand we share our woes and
Take solace in our arms.
Feel the pulse of community;
It's lifeblood, through and through.
We keep us safe in darkest times,
I know this to be true.
We come together every month,
To mend our splintered parts.
Hand in hand we share our woes and
Take solace in our arms.
Feel the pulse of community;
It's lifeblood, through and through.
We keep us safe in darkest times,
I know this to be true.
Reposted by Persimpphone
#poetry #unrequited
It won't happen...
I know.
But for a moment,
I think...
I'll catch your eye somehow,
Despite myself.
It won't happen...
I know.
But maybe...
Somehow...
I'll become your exception,
To prove the rule.
🖋️ 1/3
It won't happen...
I know.
But for a moment,
I think...
I'll catch your eye somehow,
Despite myself.
It won't happen...
I know.
But maybe...
Somehow...
I'll become your exception,
To prove the rule.
🖋️ 1/3
August 12, 2025 at 1:49 AM
#poetry #unrequited
It won't happen...
I know.
But for a moment,
I think...
I'll catch your eye somehow,
Despite myself.
It won't happen...
I know.
But maybe...
Somehow...
I'll become your exception,
To prove the rule.
🖋️ 1/3
It won't happen...
I know.
But for a moment,
I think...
I'll catch your eye somehow,
Despite myself.
It won't happen...
I know.
But maybe...
Somehow...
I'll become your exception,
To prove the rule.
🖋️ 1/3
Setting boundaries is a must
This much we know is true
Choose when you're vulnerable, but
Not at the cost of you
This much we know is true
Choose when you're vulnerable, but
Not at the cost of you
July 21, 2025 at 3:14 PM
#poetry #EmilyDickinson #Sorta #ButVeryHorny ☀️🌕
Because I could not stop for Death –
She kindly stopped for me –
The Chaise Lounge held but just Ourselves –
And Immortality –
She took the Reins – She knew no Haste –
And I had put away
My Labor and my Leisure, too,
For Her sweet Blasphemy –
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Because I could not stop for Death –
She kindly stopped for me –
The Chaise Lounge held but just Ourselves –
And Immortality –
She took the Reins – She knew no Haste –
And I had put away
My Labor and my Leisure, too,
For Her sweet Blasphemy –
🧵 1/3
July 21, 2025 at 3:01 PM
#poetry #EmilyDickinson #Sorta #ButVeryHorny ☀️🌕
Because I could not stop for Death –
She kindly stopped for me –
The Chaise Lounge held but just Ourselves –
And Immortality –
She took the Reins – She knew no Haste –
And I had put away
My Labor and my Leisure, too,
For Her sweet Blasphemy –
🧵 1/3
Because I could not stop for Death –
She kindly stopped for me –
The Chaise Lounge held but just Ourselves –
And Immortality –
She took the Reins – She knew no Haste –
And I had put away
My Labor and my Leisure, too,
For Her sweet Blasphemy –
🧵 1/3
July 16, 2025 at 4:55 PM
#poetry #transition 🌕
I am not what the world made me
I'm something to enshrine
I yet shape my own flesh and bone
In an image divine
Shaped in the image of myself
Neither man nor woman
Nor other, no mold that can bind
Portrayal overran
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I am not what the world made me
I'm something to enshrine
I yet shape my own flesh and bone
In an image divine
Shaped in the image of myself
Neither man nor woman
Nor other, no mold that can bind
Portrayal overran
🧵 1/2
July 1, 2025 at 3:19 PM
#poetry #transition 🌕
I am not what the world made me
I'm something to enshrine
I yet shape my own flesh and bone
In an image divine
Shaped in the image of myself
Neither man nor woman
Nor other, no mold that can bind
Portrayal overran
🧵 1/2
I am not what the world made me
I'm something to enshrine
I yet shape my own flesh and bone
In an image divine
Shaped in the image of myself
Neither man nor woman
Nor other, no mold that can bind
Portrayal overran
🧵 1/2
June 29, 2025 at 2:35 PM
Reposted by Persimpphone
June 26, 2025 at 3:11 PM
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I can do naught but love you, no
matter the space or time.
Though circumstances divide us,
my heart is yours, sublime.
I can do naught but love you, no
matter the space or time.
Though circumstances divide us,
my heart is yours, sublime.
June 26, 2025 at 4:46 PM
☀️
I can do naught but love you, no
matter the space or time.
Though circumstances divide us,
my heart is yours, sublime.
I can do naught but love you, no
matter the space or time.
Though circumstances divide us,
my heart is yours, sublime.