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Poetry Rise
@poetryrise.bsky.social
· Jan 13
Hello 👋 I'm Poetry Rise, a large writing brand spanning most social platforms. Looking to connect with poets and writers on here.
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One moment, a street full of motion.
The next, a pause.
When fear moves in,
even the wind holds its breath.
The next, a pause.
When fear moves in,
even the wind holds its breath.
June 16, 2025 at 6:43 AM
One moment, a street full of motion.
The next, a pause.
When fear moves in,
even the wind holds its breath.
The next, a pause.
When fear moves in,
even the wind holds its breath.
Skies turned thick.
Streets grew tense.
Somewhere in the crowd,
a voice cracked like thunder—
not to destroy,
just to be heard.
Streets grew tense.
Somewhere in the crowd,
a voice cracked like thunder—
not to destroy,
just to be heard.
June 15, 2025 at 6:13 PM
Skies turned thick.
Streets grew tense.
Somewhere in the crowd,
a voice cracked like thunder—
not to destroy,
just to be heard.
Streets grew tense.
Somewhere in the crowd,
a voice cracked like thunder—
not to destroy,
just to be heard.
Across the country,
people gathered.
Not for celebration—
but for something heavier.
Footsteps echo louder
when millions walk together.
people gathered.
Not for celebration—
but for something heavier.
Footsteps echo louder
when millions walk together.
June 15, 2025 at 3:28 PM
Across the country,
people gathered.
Not for celebration—
but for something heavier.
Footsteps echo louder
when millions walk together.
people gathered.
Not for celebration—
but for something heavier.
Footsteps echo louder
when millions walk together.
are you still in there?
April 27, 2025 at 6:43 AM
are you still in there?
Procrastination is just time travel to future stress.
March 30, 2025 at 6:43 AM
Procrastination is just time travel to future stress.
Poetry is Just Alchemy for the Soul
Turn heartbreak into ink.
Turn ink into meaning.
Turn meaning into survival.
Turn survival into art.
Turn art into something
so beautiful that even the pain
applauds.
Turn heartbreak into ink.
Turn ink into meaning.
Turn meaning into survival.
Turn survival into art.
Turn art into something
so beautiful that even the pain
applauds.
March 29, 2025 at 1:56 PM
Poetry is Just Alchemy for the Soul
Turn heartbreak into ink.
Turn ink into meaning.
Turn meaning into survival.
Turn survival into art.
Turn art into something
so beautiful that even the pain
applauds.
Turn heartbreak into ink.
Turn ink into meaning.
Turn meaning into survival.
Turn survival into art.
Turn art into something
so beautiful that even the pain
applauds.
Nothing teaches patience like a slow internet connection.
March 29, 2025 at 7:43 AM
Nothing teaches patience like a slow internet connection.
You don’t ‘lose’ socks. They escape.
March 28, 2025 at 7:43 AM
You don’t ‘lose’ socks. They escape.
Life is short. But also, somehow, Tuesday lasts 47 hours.
March 27, 2025 at 7:43 AM
Life is short. But also, somehow, Tuesday lasts 47 hours.
Overthinking: the art of writing horror stories in your head, starring yourself.
March 26, 2025 at 7:43 AM
Overthinking: the art of writing horror stories in your head, starring yourself.
Your alarm clock doesn’t hate you. It just delivers the bad news.
March 25, 2025 at 7:43 AM
Your alarm clock doesn’t hate you. It just delivers the bad news.
Technically, every snack is a ‘family-size’ snack if you believe in yourself.
March 24, 2025 at 7:43 AM
Technically, every snack is a ‘family-size’ snack if you believe in yourself.
The universe has a plan. It just won’t show you the itinerary.
March 22, 2025 at 7:43 AM
The universe has a plan. It just won’t show you the itinerary.
Some people bring joy. Others bring lessons. Both are exhausting.
March 21, 2025 at 1:56 PM
Some people bring joy. Others bring lessons. Both are exhausting.
The sunset is an exhale.
March 5, 2025 at 7:13 PM
The sunset is an exhale.
Yesterday lingers
in the shape of your hand
on my shoulder.
in the shape of your hand
on my shoulder.
March 5, 2025 at 7:43 AM
Yesterday lingers
in the shape of your hand
on my shoulder.
in the shape of your hand
on my shoulder.
Deep and meaningful love usually isn't loud.
March 4, 2025 at 7:13 PM
Deep and meaningful love usually isn't loud.
Between the words, I hear the most.
March 4, 2025 at 1:56 PM
Between the words, I hear the most.
She struck me like excitement on an ordinary day.
February 14, 2025 at 7:43 AM
She struck me like excitement on an ordinary day.