the brash hermit
@thebrashhermit.bsky.social
Poetry and musings, about a world that won't stop moving, from a man who had been losing; now looking to turn things around.
He/Him. East Coast.
He/Him. East Coast.
Pinned
Forgive me for my silence,
for I have been a witness,
and I couldn't find
the presence of mind
to speak;
I was lost inside the forest,
disconnected from my purpose,
looking for a path back to me.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry
for I have been a witness,
and I couldn't find
the presence of mind
to speak;
I was lost inside the forest,
disconnected from my purpose,
looking for a path back to me.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry
a random diving poem:
Brittany had a litany of diving friends,
but they came up too quick from the depths
and caught the bends,
now they're stuck in a chamber
until the pain subsides;
now they're a bigger wreck
than the one they dived!
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry #scuba #diving
Brittany had a litany of diving friends,
but they came up too quick from the depths
and caught the bends,
now they're stuck in a chamber
until the pain subsides;
now they're a bigger wreck
than the one they dived!
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry #scuba #diving
September 24, 2025 at 7:55 PM
September 22, 2025 at 5:25 PM
no hope...
no goals...
the glass was half full,
now its shot full of holes;
no matter what I do
I feel I come up short,
I’ve turned self-persecution
into a professional sport.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry #depression
no goals...
the glass was half full,
now its shot full of holes;
no matter what I do
I feel I come up short,
I’ve turned self-persecution
into a professional sport.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry #depression
September 20, 2025 at 11:43 AM
no hope...
no goals...
the glass was half full,
now its shot full of holes;
no matter what I do
I feel I come up short,
I’ve turned self-persecution
into a professional sport.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry #depression
no goals...
the glass was half full,
now its shot full of holes;
no matter what I do
I feel I come up short,
I’ve turned self-persecution
into a professional sport.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry #depression
Reposted by the brash hermit
September 19, 2025 at 9:02 PM
As you stare at the paper,
it stares back at you;
‘don’t look at me!’
‘you’re the one
who’s supposed to know
what to do!'
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry #writing
it stares back at you;
‘don’t look at me!’
‘you’re the one
who’s supposed to know
what to do!'
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry #writing
September 19, 2025 at 10:09 AM
As you stare at the paper,
it stares back at you;
‘don’t look at me!’
‘you’re the one
who’s supposed to know
what to do!'
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry #writing
it stares back at you;
‘don’t look at me!’
‘you’re the one
who’s supposed to know
what to do!'
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry #writing
I never lied,
but it didn't matter
did it?
You were painting
a picture,
with someone else
in it;
and it's oh so beautiful.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry #love
but it didn't matter
did it?
You were painting
a picture,
with someone else
in it;
and it's oh so beautiful.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry #love
September 19, 2025 at 7:36 AM
I never lied,
but it didn't matter
did it?
You were painting
a picture,
with someone else
in it;
and it's oh so beautiful.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry #love
but it didn't matter
did it?
You were painting
a picture,
with someone else
in it;
and it's oh so beautiful.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry #love
The wanderer whistles
wistfully,
a solemn sound
soliloquy,
as he searches for a place
to be,
at home.
His maudlin mask
of porcelain,
is shattered on the ground
again,
his true form has been
exposed.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry
wistfully,
a solemn sound
soliloquy,
as he searches for a place
to be,
at home.
His maudlin mask
of porcelain,
is shattered on the ground
again,
his true form has been
exposed.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry
September 18, 2025 at 4:07 PM
The wanderer whistles
wistfully,
a solemn sound
soliloquy,
as he searches for a place
to be,
at home.
His maudlin mask
of porcelain,
is shattered on the ground
again,
his true form has been
exposed.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry
wistfully,
a solemn sound
soliloquy,
as he searches for a place
to be,
at home.
His maudlin mask
of porcelain,
is shattered on the ground
again,
his true form has been
exposed.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry
September 14, 2025 at 8:41 PM
Am I going crazy,
or am I just American?
Cursed to watch these fools
repeat history's mistakes again.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry #america
or am I just American?
Cursed to watch these fools
repeat history's mistakes again.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry #america
September 9, 2025 at 11:34 PM
Am I going crazy,
or am I just American?
Cursed to watch these fools
repeat history's mistakes again.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry #america
or am I just American?
Cursed to watch these fools
repeat history's mistakes again.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry #america
Dreams are like embers
rising into the night sky;
if you're lucky,
for a time,
you get to watch them burn,
you get to watch them fly.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry #dreams
rising into the night sky;
if you're lucky,
for a time,
you get to watch them burn,
you get to watch them fly.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry #dreams
September 9, 2025 at 11:59 AM
Dreams are like embers
rising into the night sky;
if you're lucky,
for a time,
you get to watch them burn,
you get to watch them fly.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry #dreams
rising into the night sky;
if you're lucky,
for a time,
you get to watch them burn,
you get to watch them fly.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry #dreams
the chip bag crinkles,
a hungry dog comes running;
"what are we eating?"
#haiku #poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry
a hungry dog comes running;
"what are we eating?"
#haiku #poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry
September 7, 2025 at 8:13 PM
the chip bag crinkles,
a hungry dog comes running;
"what are we eating?"
#haiku #poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry
a hungry dog comes running;
"what are we eating?"
#haiku #poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry
These are the days of
the cold, the blind,
and the callous,
who've forsaken compassion
and embraced rank malice.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry
the cold, the blind,
and the callous,
who've forsaken compassion
and embraced rank malice.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry
September 3, 2025 at 9:14 AM
These are the days of
the cold, the blind,
and the callous,
who've forsaken compassion
and embraced rank malice.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry
the cold, the blind,
and the callous,
who've forsaken compassion
and embraced rank malice.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry
Infamy or fame,
to them it's all the same;
better than being unknown.
#haiku #poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry
to them it's all the same;
better than being unknown.
#haiku #poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry
September 3, 2025 at 1:43 AM
Infamy or fame,
to them it's all the same;
better than being unknown.
#haiku #poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry
to them it's all the same;
better than being unknown.
#haiku #poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry
Mourn the death of words left unsaid,
dreams left undreamt,
love left unmade,
bonds and memories left unformed;
all indifferently swallowed
by the gluttonous beast of war.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry #war
dreams left undreamt,
love left unmade,
bonds and memories left unformed;
all indifferently swallowed
by the gluttonous beast of war.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry #war
September 3, 2025 at 1:11 AM
Mourn the death of words left unsaid,
dreams left undreamt,
love left unmade,
bonds and memories left unformed;
all indifferently swallowed
by the gluttonous beast of war.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry #war
dreams left undreamt,
love left unmade,
bonds and memories left unformed;
all indifferently swallowed
by the gluttonous beast of war.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry #war
From the tall pine tree,
A fledgling falcon falls down,
I can't watch the end.
#haiku #poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry #BlueSkyPoetry
A fledgling falcon falls down,
I can't watch the end.
#haiku #poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry #BlueSkyPoetry
August 24, 2025 at 4:04 PM
From the tall pine tree,
A fledgling falcon falls down,
I can't watch the end.
#haiku #poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry #BlueSkyPoetry
A fledgling falcon falls down,
I can't watch the end.
#haiku #poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry #BlueSkyPoetry
Into the great silent
void of night,
sound the echoes
of imagination,
as the world sleeps
in shifts;
the diurnal dance
of dreams.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry
void of night,
sound the echoes
of imagination,
as the world sleeps
in shifts;
the diurnal dance
of dreams.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry
August 22, 2025 at 3:04 AM
Into the great silent
void of night,
sound the echoes
of imagination,
as the world sleeps
in shifts;
the diurnal dance
of dreams.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry
void of night,
sound the echoes
of imagination,
as the world sleeps
in shifts;
the diurnal dance
of dreams.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry
August 21, 2025 at 7:50 PM
Every night I pray
for the wicked king's death,
only to awake disappointed
that he still draws breath;
and though I take comfort
in the knowledge
that his time will soon come,
I know that one victory
doesn’t mean
the greater war is won.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry
for the wicked king's death,
only to awake disappointed
that he still draws breath;
and though I take comfort
in the knowledge
that his time will soon come,
I know that one victory
doesn’t mean
the greater war is won.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry
August 21, 2025 at 7:05 PM
Every night I pray
for the wicked king's death,
only to awake disappointed
that he still draws breath;
and though I take comfort
in the knowledge
that his time will soon come,
I know that one victory
doesn’t mean
the greater war is won.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry
for the wicked king's death,
only to awake disappointed
that he still draws breath;
and though I take comfort
in the knowledge
that his time will soon come,
I know that one victory
doesn’t mean
the greater war is won.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry
Writer's block;
that wicked rock
which plugs the pass
to dreamland;
chip away
word-by-word,
until it turns to sand.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry
that wicked rock
which plugs the pass
to dreamland;
chip away
word-by-word,
until it turns to sand.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry
August 20, 2025 at 6:55 PM
Writer's block;
that wicked rock
which plugs the pass
to dreamland;
chip away
word-by-word,
until it turns to sand.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry
that wicked rock
which plugs the pass
to dreamland;
chip away
word-by-word,
until it turns to sand.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry
A blank page is a lit stage
for the ballpoint dancer;
sometimes she moves
with an effortless grace,
sometimes you have
to romance her.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry
for the ballpoint dancer;
sometimes she moves
with an effortless grace,
sometimes you have
to romance her.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry
August 20, 2025 at 2:30 PM
A blank page is a lit stage
for the ballpoint dancer;
sometimes she moves
with an effortless grace,
sometimes you have
to romance her.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry
for the ballpoint dancer;
sometimes she moves
with an effortless grace,
sometimes you have
to romance her.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry
Forgive me for my silence,
for I have been a witness,
and I couldn't find
the presence of mind
to speak;
I was lost inside the forest,
disconnected from my purpose,
looking for a path back to me.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry
for I have been a witness,
and I couldn't find
the presence of mind
to speak;
I was lost inside the forest,
disconnected from my purpose,
looking for a path back to me.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry
August 19, 2025 at 10:06 PM
Forgive me for my silence,
for I have been a witness,
and I couldn't find
the presence of mind
to speak;
I was lost inside the forest,
disconnected from my purpose,
looking for a path back to me.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry
for I have been a witness,
and I couldn't find
the presence of mind
to speak;
I was lost inside the forest,
disconnected from my purpose,
looking for a path back to me.
#poetry #poems #writing #micropoetry