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Tenshi
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Self-proclaimed poet…

and Luminare of Quiet Hearts 🩵
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Tenshi @tenshi0-20.bsky.social · 23d
Just a heads up I should have added here when I began this crusade:

The poems I post are not AI created, only the backgrounds are (and the letters since I tell AI to slap my poems onto backgrounds).

Just making my poems more engaging and enjoyable to read 😊

So… yeah…

Dancing Skelly go 👏🏻
a skeleton is standing on the ground holding a bottle of water .
ALT: a skeleton is standing on the ground holding a bottle of water .
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My next poem will be another from my small journal 📔😉

#poetry #poetrycommunity #freeverse #writing #writingcommunity #tenshipoems #goodbye #blueskypoetry
My poem called Goodbye. … I took a look at my phone, Face ID didn't work. I typed my password in, and opened my messages. I had it memorized by heart, that contact I just deleted.
November 27, 2025 at 9:30 AM
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Use an emoji to express what or how you’re feeling today.

This is mine:

I feel like a 🤡 today.

No need to type it out, just comment the emoji.

#poetry #poetrycommunity #freeverse #blueskypoets #writing #writingcommunity #honey #tenshipoems
My poem called Honey Water. … The night was gloomy for you and I. That was until it began to rain. The rain... it shimmered like gold. I feared it at first. I stuck my tongue out, It was honey-warm and sweet.
November 24, 2025 at 10:28 AM
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I don’t know what to put here… again.

#poetry #poetrycommunity #freeverse #writingcommunity #writing #winter #shortpoetry
My poem called Window. … The day was somber. Skies were cloudy, and streets were rain-slicked. Nothing stayed anymore. Three melted snowmen said goodbye. Two broken hearts drifted apart. All of this seen by a numb person, gazing out his bedroom window.
November 21, 2025 at 9:20 AM
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Based this one off of the 4th stage of a sunset, called the Nautical Twilight.

It’s when the sun is 6-12 degrees below the horizon. It’s closer to night than it is golden hour.

#poetry #poetrycommunity #freeverse #tenshipoems #writingcommunity #writing #sunset
My poem called Nautical Tranquility. … Our shadows stretched in front of us. A world turned to silhouette. The ocean holds memories of our day, before light blended into salty water. In that moment, for a few seconds - We were endless.
November 18, 2025 at 2:41 AM
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Poem #5 from my small journal.

Has anyone else ever seen pink clouds? I saw them for the first time a few days ago (somehow I didn’t notice them until now).

I think it turned out pretty good 💛

#poetry #poetrycommunity #freeverse #tenshipoems #blueskypoets #writing #writingcommunity
My poem called Pink Clouds. … I went to a fireworks festival, and bought myself cotton candy, the pink one. I was about to take a bite out of it, when I noticed them— the clouds... they’re, pink. I held my cotton candy up to them. "It's the same color." I pulled it back down, and took a bite from it, not the cotton candy... the pink clouds.
November 14, 2025 at 11:57 AM
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What is a childhood memory that you will never forget?

#poetry #poetrycommunity #freeverse #tenshipoems #writing #writingcommunity #memories
My poem called Youth. … Those we lose would want us to go on, not linger where the past hugs. Experience leads to wisdom, like death leads to life. To gain wisdom, you must sacrifice a part of you. That part is, sadly— your youth. So if your youth is bound to pass, keep moving forward. You’d want you to as well.
November 11, 2025 at 10:20 AM
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My 4th poem from my small journal.

To whoever is reading, hope you’re having a wonderful day 💛

#poetry #poetrycommunity #freeverse #tenshipoems #writingcommunity #writing
My poem called Silence. … If only this world had shown me a little more mercy. I wouldn’t have had to smile through lies, pretend love didn't hurt— swallow words I should have let out. They said I had everything— but no one saw how lonely it felt, I was surrounded by faces, that only wanted pieces of me. I gave and gave, until there was nothing left. And when I finally needed someone, only silence awaited me. If only this world had listened, maybe I wouldn't have vanished, while still standing in the room.
November 8, 2025 at 3:01 AM
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Just a heads up I should have added here when I began this crusade:

The poems I post are not AI created, only the backgrounds are (and the letters since I tell AI to slap my poems onto backgrounds).

Just making my poems more engaging and enjoyable to read 😊

So… yeah…

Dancing Skelly go 👏🏻
a skeleton is standing on the ground holding a bottle of water .
ALT: a skeleton is standing on the ground holding a bottle of water .
media.tenor.com
November 5, 2025 at 7:30 AM
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A poem for my favorite season. Sadly, it only rains where I live, so I’ve never seen snowfall in person, only iced-covered grass 🙃

What’s your favorite season?

#poetry #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity #poet #winter #shortreads #tenshipoems
My poem called Snowbells. … The tiny, white bells of winter. They float down from the sky, and group together on the ground. Gone before sunrise. As fleeting as cherry blossoms. A scene in slow motion. A moment of peace and quiet, in a world stuck on fast forward.
November 5, 2025 at 12:14 AM
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This is by far my most favorite poem I have posted here on Bluesky. I love how this turned out.

I’ve also decided something:

I’ll be posting 2-4 times a week, so if you’re into poetry, show some love 🫶🏻

#poetry #poetrycommunity #fallinginlove #poets #shortreads #tenshipoems #writingcommunity
My poem called Touching Rain. … A figure between my arms. Nearby thunder— as we begin to shower. A half-direct and indirect kiss. Soaked to our shoes and skin, Touching rain.
November 2, 2025 at 9:34 AM
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Was listening to a song when I made this one, AI got the background exactly the way I wanted on the first try (surprisingly).

#poetry #poetrycommunity
My poem called New Dawn. … The day is gone. Night has taken over. It searches for something, and it always finds it. Without fail... every night finds a new dawn.
October 30, 2025 at 11:39 AM
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A short, heartfelt reflection on loss and regret, told in a quiet tone.

(All of a sudden AI is making the backdrops great again).

#poetry #poem #poet #poetrycommunity #blueskypoetry
#skypoets #tanka #heartbreak
My poem called I Still Miss You. … You left—so abruptly, like a passing train lulled to its final stop. I didn’t get to tell you many things. I only have myself to blame. Now every star in the night sky, is a word I left unsaid.
October 27, 2025 at 2:06 AM
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> Saving influx definition to internal memory…
> Data integrity check… complete.
> Word saved.

Yeah I didn’t know what else to say.

#poetry #skypoets #poet #poetrycommunity #blueskypoetry #contemplating #freeverse
My poem called Influx. … It wouldn’t be the first time, I’ve felt this way. This sudden influx of emotions, pouring into my head. It’s vines keep me tethered in place, as it saps my energy away.
October 24, 2025 at 8:49 AM
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Here’s the hand-written poem 😊

I wanted to post this yesterday, but to be honest, I completely forgot what day it was 😅😂

#poetry #poems #poetrycommunity #poet #freeverse #blueskypoets
My poem called Hourglass. … On my desk, there are a few scattered papers— some open books and worn pencils, and an hourglass. I sit down on the office chair, turn the glass over, and watch the sand as it falls. Nothing else happens, the room is silent, I just watch the sand, as it continues to fall. Only time is passing— until I drown in its sand.
October 21, 2025 at 9:46 PM
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Ok, I know I said I’d post more hand-written poems, but I really love how AI made the backdrop for this one 💛

My next poem will definitely be hand-written.

#blueskypoets #poetry #poems #poetrycommunity #freeverse #skypoets #tanka #poet #blueskypoetry #love
My poem titled Red String. … I followed the red string on my pinky, wrapping it around my arms as I walked. The string was becoming heavier to hold, the weather less manageable. I bumped into someone then, with red string around their arms too.
October 18, 2025 at 7:51 AM
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Another day, another poem (from my journal again).

#poem #freeverse #poetry #poet #poetrycommunity
My poem called By the Fire. … Life is like a sharp stick, meant for great things, like marshmallows, and pointing at stars, and poking the fire just enough to make it dance. You drop a few dreams into the flames here and there, burn the edges every now and then, but oh— how sweet the middle stays.
October 16, 2025 at 3:07 AM
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It took me days to have AI spell and align my poem in the center of this image 🫩

I’ll be making more hand-written poems from today. For now, hope you all like my poem Breathe 😊

#poet #freeverse #poetry #writingcommunity #shortpoetry #poems
My poem called Breathe. … It begins with a small choice, then a second thought, then ten more. The mind folds in on itself, chasing versions of a past that cannot be changed. Sleep thins. Joy fades. And you forget how to trust your own silence. But even decay makes room for light. So you pause— and in that pause, you breathe.
October 13, 2025 at 8:57 AM
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I’m still learning how to use the em dashes. I think I used them correctly, but who knows (I don’t, even though I should 😅). Still think the poem turned out pretty good.

I’ll do some research on those em dashes later today.

#freeverse #poetry #writing #shortpoetry #writingcommunity
My poem called Pinky Promises. … The day you left, I was reminiscing, about the memories we’ve shared— a slideshow of the last seven years. Cooking in the kitchen together, Watching movies together, Folding laundry… Laughing. Broken pinky promises kept me awake, the first few weeks apart. What would have happened, If I had kept just one pinky promise? I won’t know anymore. Not you, not me— not even our pinkies, curled in the air where we left them. I pinky promise…
October 9, 2025 at 10:26 AM
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This poem was inspired by the story of Sadako Sasaki, who developed Leukemia after exposure to radiation from the atomic bomb Little Boy in Hiroshima Japan during WWII.

As someone with Chronic Myeloid Leukemia, I related to the story, so I made my own little version 😄

#freeverse #poetry #writing
My poem called Paper Cranes. … For so long, I have been lost. I’ve almost grown numb to that feeling, that feeling of hesitancy I shackled myself to. It’s different now than it was before. Now when I feel lost, I grab a small piece of paper, and start folding it. I do this every time I get the feeling, I fold and fold, again and again— until I stop, and place down a small paper crane. The first of a thousand.
October 7, 2025 at 10:22 AM
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My next poem will be a picture taken from my small journal 😊

#poetry #poem #micropoetry #shortpoetry #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity #freeverse
My poem called Dreaming. … I lay down on my bed. Pull the blanket over myself. Close my puffy eyes, and drift away. Far from pain— further from reality.
October 5, 2025 at 8:00 PM
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Poem #2

I think I’ll keep having AI create backdrops for my poems, I really like how this one turned out.

I might make hand-written poems as well, photos taken straight from my small journal. Hopefully my handwriting looks readable 😄

#poetry #poem #shortpoetry #writingcommunity #poetrycommunity
My poem called Fading Lights. … They finally faded. It was only a matter of time. Fireflies— a million fading lights, gone. Just like you… a million light years away.
October 2, 2025 at 2:54 AM
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First poem on Bluesky 🥳

Had a hard time thinking about how to make my poems more enjoyable to read, so I used AI to create a backdrop with a blank card, and had it slap my poem onto it.

#poetry #poem #micropoetry #shortpoetry #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity
Clouds loom over the city. Sunlight neither shines nor fades. A little cuckoo cries an omen, yet it’s already too late. Droplets fall from the sky… the summer rain.
September 30, 2025 at 12:08 PM