THEORY OF REMNANTS
—notes on what they might still be
Somewhere, they orbit in a #dazzling hush—untamed.
His laughter holds #effervescence I forgot to name.
She still sings in #winsome undertones of dusk.
..continued
#ps24hours #MagicOf7 #TwistedTuesday #poetriespots
—notes on what they might still be
Somewhere, they orbit in a #dazzling hush—untamed.
His laughter holds #effervescence I forgot to name.
She still sings in #winsome undertones of dusk.
..continued
#ps24hours #MagicOf7 #TwistedTuesday #poetriespots
May 20, 2025 at 8:15 PM
THEORY OF REMNANTS
—notes on what they might still be
Somewhere, they orbit in a #dazzling hush—untamed.
His laughter holds #effervescence I forgot to name.
She still sings in #winsome undertones of dusk.
..continued
#ps24hours #MagicOf7 #TwistedTuesday #poetriespots
—notes on what they might still be
Somewhere, they orbit in a #dazzling hush—untamed.
His laughter holds #effervescence I forgot to name.
She still sings in #winsome undertones of dusk.
..continued
#ps24hours #MagicOf7 #TwistedTuesday #poetriespots
THE SEAT BESIDE ME — where love learns the discipline of distance
"Not all absences are empty—some are crowded with the syllables we dare not speak. I leave the space untouched, knowing it will never be mine, yet still I wait"
#ps24hours #poetriespots
"Not all absences are empty—some are crowded with the syllables we dare not speak. I leave the space untouched, knowing it will never be mine, yet still I wait"
#ps24hours #poetriespots
August 4, 2025 at 7:54 PM
THE SEAT BESIDE ME — where love learns the discipline of distance
"Not all absences are empty—some are crowded with the syllables we dare not speak. I leave the space untouched, knowing it will never be mine, yet still I wait"
#ps24hours #poetriespots
"Not all absences are empty—some are crowded with the syllables we dare not speak. I leave the space untouched, knowing it will never be mine, yet still I wait"
#ps24hours #poetriespots
ECHO LOOP
—when the kernel heard a #moonlightserenade
threadlocked—
core at rest.
moonlight serenade pings
my cached emotions—non-volatile,
compiled.
#cinquain #Ps24hours #poetriespots
—when the kernel heard a #moonlightserenade
threadlocked—
core at rest.
moonlight serenade pings
my cached emotions—non-volatile,
compiled.
#cinquain #Ps24hours #poetriespots
May 3, 2025 at 7:48 PM
ECHO LOOP
—when the kernel heard a #moonlightserenade
threadlocked—
core at rest.
moonlight serenade pings
my cached emotions—non-volatile,
compiled.
#cinquain #Ps24hours #poetriespots
—when the kernel heard a #moonlightserenade
threadlocked—
core at rest.
moonlight serenade pings
my cached emotions—non-volatile,
compiled.
#cinquain #Ps24hours #poetriespots
NOCTIS
—where darkness keeps its counsel
"Some nights do not speak; they keep you until you learn to listen"
#ps24hours #poetriespots #king2303
—where darkness keeps its counsel
"Some nights do not speak; they keep you until you learn to listen"
#ps24hours #poetriespots #king2303
August 13, 2025 at 7:25 AM
NOCTIS
—where darkness keeps its counsel
"Some nights do not speak; they keep you until you learn to listen"
#ps24hours #poetriespots #king2303
—where darkness keeps its counsel
"Some nights do not speak; they keep you until you learn to listen"
#ps24hours #poetriespots #king2303
MOLT
—where memory outlasts the turning
The #seasons forget, but I remain,
a memory stitched to their silent refrain.
#ps24hours #couplet #poetriespots #king2303
—where memory outlasts the turning
The #seasons forget, but I remain,
a memory stitched to their silent refrain.
#ps24hours #couplet #poetriespots #king2303
July 23, 2025 at 7:02 PM
MOLT
—where memory outlasts the turning
The #seasons forget, but I remain,
a memory stitched to their silent refrain.
#ps24hours #couplet #poetriespots #king2303
—where memory outlasts the turning
The #seasons forget, but I remain,
a memory stitched to their silent refrain.
#ps24hours #couplet #poetriespots #king2303
UNWAKE
—some departures deserve more than a notification
The room was lit, but not for stay—
no incense burned, no garlanded clay.
Their leaving came in quiet grey,
a line that blinked, then slipped away.
..continued
#ps24hours #poetriespots #king2303
—some departures deserve more than a notification
The room was lit, but not for stay—
no incense burned, no garlanded clay.
Their leaving came in quiet grey,
a line that blinked, then slipped away.
..continued
#ps24hours #poetriespots #king2303
July 21, 2025 at 7:20 PM
UNWAKE
—some departures deserve more than a notification
The room was lit, but not for stay—
no incense burned, no garlanded clay.
Their leaving came in quiet grey,
a line that blinked, then slipped away.
..continued
#ps24hours #poetriespots #king2303
—some departures deserve more than a notification
The room was lit, but not for stay—
no incense burned, no garlanded clay.
Their leaving came in quiet grey,
a line that blinked, then slipped away.
..continued
#ps24hours #poetriespots #king2303
CONSTELLATE — the shape love took when I stopped naming it
"Some patterns are only visible when you stop tracing the one you thought you wanted"
#ps24hours #alliterisen #justatry🙈 #poetriespots
#king2303
"Some patterns are only visible when you stop tracing the one you thought you wanted"
#ps24hours #alliterisen #justatry🙈 #poetriespots
#king2303
August 5, 2025 at 7:12 PM
CONSTELLATE — the shape love took when I stopped naming it
"Some patterns are only visible when you stop tracing the one you thought you wanted"
#ps24hours #alliterisen #justatry🙈 #poetriespots
#king2303
"Some patterns are only visible when you stop tracing the one you thought you wanted"
#ps24hours #alliterisen #justatry🙈 #poetriespots
#king2303
April 1, 2025 at 7:37 PM
ATLAS
—mapping silence onto an indifferent world
A #prayer is stitched not skyward, but in dust
an atlas inked in bone and breath and ache
the world unmoved by what small hands can make
yet still we chart it, driven by the must
...continued
#ps24hours #poetriespots #octavepoetry #poetrychallenge
—mapping silence onto an indifferent world
A #prayer is stitched not skyward, but in dust
an atlas inked in bone and breath and ache
the world unmoved by what small hands can make
yet still we chart it, driven by the must
...continued
#ps24hours #poetriespots #octavepoetry #poetrychallenge
June 1, 2025 at 6:10 AM
ATLAS
—mapping silence onto an indifferent world
A #prayer is stitched not skyward, but in dust
an atlas inked in bone and breath and ache
the world unmoved by what small hands can make
yet still we chart it, driven by the must
...continued
#ps24hours #poetriespots #octavepoetry #poetrychallenge
—mapping silence onto an indifferent world
A #prayer is stitched not skyward, but in dust
an atlas inked in bone and breath and ache
the world unmoved by what small hands can make
yet still we chart it, driven by the must
...continued
#ps24hours #poetriespots #octavepoetry #poetrychallenge
TENEBRISM
—where shadows ink forgotten grief
In ashen rooms, old sorrows bide,
wounds etched in marrow none can hide.
The ghost of silence threads the seams,
unraveling long-forgotten dreams.
The night conscripts each fractured sigh,
a dirge unsung beneath the sky.
#ps24hours #poetriespots
—where shadows ink forgotten grief
In ashen rooms, old sorrows bide,
wounds etched in marrow none can hide.
The ghost of silence threads the seams,
unraveling long-forgotten dreams.
The night conscripts each fractured sigh,
a dirge unsung beneath the sky.
#ps24hours #poetriespots
June 2, 2025 at 4:39 PM
TENEBRISM
—where shadows ink forgotten grief
In ashen rooms, old sorrows bide,
wounds etched in marrow none can hide.
The ghost of silence threads the seams,
unraveling long-forgotten dreams.
The night conscripts each fractured sigh,
a dirge unsung beneath the sky.
#ps24hours #poetriespots
—where shadows ink forgotten grief
In ashen rooms, old sorrows bide,
wounds etched in marrow none can hide.
The ghost of silence threads the seams,
unraveling long-forgotten dreams.
The night conscripts each fractured sigh,
a dirge unsung beneath the sky.
#ps24hours #poetriespots
RELIC
—where memory replaces prayer
I never kneeled—
but I returned,
to rooms still tuned
to the frequency of her absence.
I became a pilgrim for her love,
not through hymns,
but in the way
a drawer exhales
when opened slowly.
... continued
#ps24hours #poetriespots #king2303
—where memory replaces prayer
I never kneeled—
but I returned,
to rooms still tuned
to the frequency of her absence.
I became a pilgrim for her love,
not through hymns,
but in the way
a drawer exhales
when opened slowly.
... continued
#ps24hours #poetriespots #king2303
July 28, 2025 at 6:54 PM
RELIC
—where memory replaces prayer
I never kneeled—
but I returned,
to rooms still tuned
to the frequency of her absence.
I became a pilgrim for her love,
not through hymns,
but in the way
a drawer exhales
when opened slowly.
... continued
#ps24hours #poetriespots #king2303
—where memory replaces prayer
I never kneeled—
but I returned,
to rooms still tuned
to the frequency of her absence.
I became a pilgrim for her love,
not through hymns,
but in the way
a drawer exhales
when opened slowly.
... continued
#ps24hours #poetriespots #king2303
BUSTED
—when education went extracurricular
#Eyes scanned titles, not spines.
Shelf #eyes judged in Sanskrit silence.
Mop paused #eyes under suspicion.
Pages betrayed maternal #eyes, instantly.
Home became interrogation by #eyes.
#ps24hours #bustedbymom #TeenTalesUnfolded #momsknoweverything
—when education went extracurricular
#Eyes scanned titles, not spines.
Shelf #eyes judged in Sanskrit silence.
Mop paused #eyes under suspicion.
Pages betrayed maternal #eyes, instantly.
Home became interrogation by #eyes.
#ps24hours #bustedbymom #TeenTalesUnfolded #momsknoweverything
July 29, 2025 at 4:37 PM
BUSTED
—when education went extracurricular
#Eyes scanned titles, not spines.
Shelf #eyes judged in Sanskrit silence.
Mop paused #eyes under suspicion.
Pages betrayed maternal #eyes, instantly.
Home became interrogation by #eyes.
#ps24hours #bustedbymom #TeenTalesUnfolded #momsknoweverything
—when education went extracurricular
#Eyes scanned titles, not spines.
Shelf #eyes judged in Sanskrit silence.
Mop paused #eyes under suspicion.
Pages betrayed maternal #eyes, instantly.
Home became interrogation by #eyes.
#ps24hours #bustedbymom #TeenTalesUnfolded #momsknoweverything
HOMING —where absence folds itself into presence
"Some addresses are not found on maps,
but in the way a room remembers you".
#ps24hours #poetriespots #king2303 #iflovehadanaddress
"Some addresses are not found on maps,
but in the way a room remembers you".
#ps24hours #poetriespots #king2303 #iflovehadanaddress
August 12, 2025 at 11:32 AM
HOMING —where absence folds itself into presence
"Some addresses are not found on maps,
but in the way a room remembers you".
#ps24hours #poetriespots #king2303 #iflovehadanaddress
"Some addresses are not found on maps,
but in the way a room remembers you".
#ps24hours #poetriespots #king2303 #iflovehadanaddress
IF PRESENCE WERE PERMITTED
—a dialogue between absence and afterglow
Life is beautiful
had their voices lingered past dusk—
her cadence, a hymn in soft chiaroscuro;
his silence, the architecture of my calm.
...continued
#Ps24hours#poetriespots #reversepoetry #palindromepoetry
—a dialogue between absence and afterglow
Life is beautiful
had their voices lingered past dusk—
her cadence, a hymn in soft chiaroscuro;
his silence, the architecture of my calm.
...continued
#Ps24hours#poetriespots #reversepoetry #palindromepoetry
May 24, 2025 at 6:30 PM
IF PRESENCE WERE PERMITTED
—a dialogue between absence and afterglow
Life is beautiful
had their voices lingered past dusk—
her cadence, a hymn in soft chiaroscuro;
his silence, the architecture of my calm.
...continued
#Ps24hours#poetriespots #reversepoetry #palindromepoetry
—a dialogue between absence and afterglow
Life is beautiful
had their voices lingered past dusk—
her cadence, a hymn in soft chiaroscuro;
his silence, the architecture of my calm.
...continued
#Ps24hours#poetriespots #reversepoetry #palindromepoetry
FRACTURE
—a life too fragile for forgetting
They say I craft from #fragilelife,
fragile dreams and fragile strife,
fragile truths I fail to voice,
fragile, still by choice.
..continued
#ps24hours #DIMINISHINGVERSE #poetriespots
#king2303
—a life too fragile for forgetting
They say I craft from #fragilelife,
fragile dreams and fragile strife,
fragile truths I fail to voice,
fragile, still by choice.
..continued
#ps24hours #DIMINISHINGVERSE #poetriespots
#king2303
July 22, 2025 at 6:47 PM
FRACTURE
—a life too fragile for forgetting
They say I craft from #fragilelife,
fragile dreams and fragile strife,
fragile truths I fail to voice,
fragile, still by choice.
..continued
#ps24hours #DIMINISHINGVERSE #poetriespots
#king2303
—a life too fragile for forgetting
They say I craft from #fragilelife,
fragile dreams and fragile strife,
fragile truths I fail to voice,
fragile, still by choice.
..continued
#ps24hours #DIMINISHINGVERSE #poetriespots
#king2303
POETRY, UNWRITTEN
—the version of me that survived the fire
I did not choose the page; it chose
the broken voice I never froze.
My silence found a skin to wear,
a syntax sewn from soot and air... ...
Continued ..
#ps24hours #poetriespots
—the version of me that survived the fire
I did not choose the page; it chose
the broken voice I never froze.
My silence found a skin to wear,
a syntax sewn from soot and air... ...
Continued ..
#ps24hours #poetriespots
May 20, 2025 at 10:23 AM
POETRY, UNWRITTEN
—the version of me that survived the fire
I did not choose the page; it chose
the broken voice I never froze.
My silence found a skin to wear,
a syntax sewn from soot and air... ...
Continued ..
#ps24hours #poetriespots
—the version of me that survived the fire
I did not choose the page; it chose
the broken voice I never froze.
My silence found a skin to wear,
a syntax sewn from soot and air... ...
Continued ..
#ps24hours #poetriespots
ASTRAL FRACTURE — where silence becomes circuitry
"Between numbers and elegy, I follow a tether across the void: the haunting thread of a #cosmicconnection"
#ps24hours #poetriespots #radiance212313
"Between numbers and elegy, I follow a tether across the void: the haunting thread of a #cosmicconnection"
#ps24hours #poetriespots #radiance212313
August 18, 2025 at 8:10 PM
ASTRAL FRACTURE — where silence becomes circuitry
"Between numbers and elegy, I follow a tether across the void: the haunting thread of a #cosmicconnection"
#ps24hours #poetriespots #radiance212313
"Between numbers and elegy, I follow a tether across the void: the haunting thread of a #cosmicconnection"
#ps24hours #poetriespots #radiance212313
Humbled to be seen amidst such radiant voices. Grateful to Poetriespots for nurturing a sanctuary where words bloom into being. Congratulations to all fellow poets — may our silences continue to find their verse. 🌿🖤
#PoeticGratitude #Poetriespots #ps24hours #pssensational
#PoeticGratitude #Poetriespots #ps24hours #pssensational
June 2, 2025 at 8:12 PM
Humbled to be seen amidst such radiant voices. Grateful to Poetriespots for nurturing a sanctuary where words bloom into being. Congratulations to all fellow poets — may our silences continue to find their verse. 🌿🖤
#PoeticGratitude #Poetriespots #ps24hours #pssensational
#PoeticGratitude #Poetriespots #ps24hours #pssensational
DEVOUR —when silence is never enough
#Gluttony is more than hunger — it is the insatiable shadow that consumes silence, history and memory until nothing remains.
Some hungers never fade. They only shift forms.
#ps24hours #poetriespots #justatry🙈 #poetrychallenge #twistedtuesday
#Gluttony is more than hunger — it is the insatiable shadow that consumes silence, history and memory until nothing remains.
Some hungers never fade. They only shift forms.
#ps24hours #poetriespots #justatry🙈 #poetrychallenge #twistedtuesday
August 19, 2025 at 5:54 PM
DEVOUR —when silence is never enough
#Gluttony is more than hunger — it is the insatiable shadow that consumes silence, history and memory until nothing remains.
Some hungers never fade. They only shift forms.
#ps24hours #poetriespots #justatry🙈 #poetrychallenge #twistedtuesday
#Gluttony is more than hunger — it is the insatiable shadow that consumes silence, history and memory until nothing remains.
Some hungers never fade. They only shift forms.
#ps24hours #poetriespots #justatry🙈 #poetrychallenge #twistedtuesday