The first 2 stanzas of a poem titled Devil Woman. It reads: when you’re born a star you could never be a groupie reminded me he’s a famous baller i replied yeah, what’s it to me? i let them brag, boast & peacock until they realize it's all for naught if they follow up with disrespect i don't flinch or fret like Billie Jean King i mop the floor with them in straight sets because these men wannabe alpha that mentality is so weak claiming they’re wolves when they’re wobbly baby sheep following Tate like he’s Lil’ Bo Peep shoving his podcasts up their ass slobbering all over his high-mileage meat nonsensical sexist rhetoric regurgitated by basement dwelling dweebs harassing women in comments, DMs, out on the streets such a pathetic, blatant display of insecurity

The conclusion of Devil Woman that reads: go play that machismo shit with Eve i’m dark moon goddess Lilith go ahead and demonize me crybaby patriarchal bitch i’m a proud outcast among shadows i’d rather be banished than submit spite me, fight me they can all open up wide & bite me i’m an arrogant woman who does whatever the fuck she wants that’s precisely why the Church conservative women & weak men don’t like me

Was talking shit (what else is new 🤪) and it came out like #poetry

😈♀️😏💋💅🏽🔥

#freeformpoetry #lilith #nevergivein #devilwoman #biteme

PeridotLyrics A poetry blog about the experiences of a writer in her 40's.

New poetic era: erratic, unhinged, sex-charged poems written by a 40-something nut with PCOS. Comes with perimenopause supplements and a taco. peridotlyrics.blogspot.com #poetry #blog #poetryblog #freeformpoetry #poetsky #blogsky

My poetry is often personal to me, whereas my prose tends to be on the fantastical side. This one is FREE so I'd be absolutely chuffed if my fellow writers and poets gave it a read and a comment.

#WritersOfBlueSky #PoetsOfBlueSky #Poetry #FreeformPoetry #FreeformPoem

Amethyst Hours: Reflections Amazon.com: Amethyst Hours: Reflections: 9798248620944: Williams, Veronica: Books

According to the Midheaven rules, I wasn't supposed to put my real name on this? Oops? Sigh. Whateva. SHE PUBLISHED ANOTHER CRAZY ASS POETRY BOOK, MA. amz.cx/3bqg Amethyst Hours: Reflections is available today... #poetry #freeformpoetry #poetry #poems #writersky

NEW POEM: "the Way yet unlearned"

#poem #shortpoem #shortform #shortformpoetry #freeform #freeformpoetry #Spirituality #spiritualgrowth #spiritualjourney #spiritualawakening #Yeshua #IAMWorldwide #iamthatiam

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stitch suit (freeform poetry) | Joz Varlo aka MX Kelly Get more from Joz Varlo aka MX Kelly on Patreon

NEW Poem Post up. "stitch suit." I like to think of this #poem as a narrative on The Fool's Journey #poetry #freeform #freeformpoetry #shortpoem #shortpoetry #tarot #foolsjourney

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snowmelt; with apologies to the talking heads | Joz Varlo aka MX Kelly Get more from Joz Varlo aka MX Kelly on Patreon

NEW POEM

snowmelt; with apologies to the talking heads

#shortform #shortformpoetry #freeform #freeformpoetry #poetry #poem #multimodal

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After The Reading, The Downpour, and Rosemary Smoke... A poetry blog about the experiences of a writer in her 40's.

peridotlyrics.blogspot.com/2025/12/afte... #poetry #exes #exboyfriend #poem #poetry #freeformpoetry #oldflame

Forgiven, Not Forgotten I can't hold on to crap I barely remember. If we're exes, you're forgiven. Now go away.

Wow I actually got shit done today whaaaat. New poem! ALL IS FORGIVEN! YAAY!! bitl.to/57eJ #POETRY #ASPIRINGWRITER #POETSKY #freeformpoetry #spokenword #adlibbed (took me forever to transcript lol)

"Some people will see your hurt
And call themselves reasonable
To walk also with those who harm"

#poetry #writing #freeformpoetry #politics #centrists #transrights #capitalism #leftvsright #blueskypoets

Poem continues "You are as you are meant to be. Every wave upon the shore, a meeting of the coming of Selves. Each grain of sand a welcoming; soulful and sweet." There is a square photo of a beach in the centre of the page, framed by two paper cut out whales on either side of the photo.

Poem continues "And as the ground recognises you, with every step, a canopy of clouds wheel like thoughts and dreams, and all the world sings the mirth of simple truths and deepest knowings." The text is placed upon textured paper of flowers on the bottom, with an array of drawn mushrooms on top, and above a watercolour abstract image of pinks and blues, similar to stained water.

Final text of poem reads "You are as you are meant to be", it is placed over a simple white background.

Second part of the zine... #poetry #poetsky #poetrysky #freeformpoetry

Writing Prompts: The Midnight City © K.A. Lugo

Back on Medium this week with something new... Free-form poetry writing prompt -- The Midnight City, as @kalugo.bsky.social

Let me know what you think?

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#NotMyUsualWriting
#FreeformPoetry
#WritingPrompts

Writing Prompts: The Midnight City © K.A. Lugo

Back on Medium this week with something new... Free-form poetry writing prompt -- The Midnight City.

Let me know what you think?

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#NotMyUsualWriting
#FreeformPoetry
#WritingPrompts

for 4/7

inspiration hits
like high tide—
threatening to overwhelm
while the Expanse tickles our toes

treasures flow ashore
along with trash,
strewn for the curious to inspect

the wise only wade in
as waters recede
and the risk of drowning passes
#dailyhaikuprompt #freeformpoetry |high tide|

A hand written poem over a film photo of a woman standing by a puddle on a black sand beach. The ocean is in the background, as well as a mountain range on the left. It is sunset, the woman is a silhouette. The poem reads: "I do not wish to be a product of my time. I see the hate around me, and I feel it within. I speak to myself with the words that the world used against me. Every thought, an incantation against my so. So let me call it magick when I can finally love myself."

So let me call it magick
When I can finally love myself

#poem #poetry #freeformpoetry

A poem in black text on a white background. It's titled "Scaling the Walls you Build" and it reads: You seem to feel tall when you're yelling. Arching above me like an overpass. An indifferent shadow of procedure. A concrete vulture with hidden ears. Only carrying out the compulsory. I regret acting tall when I was screaming. A nose and tail pulled tight in a single line, a head bursting from its chest like a dandelion seed, trailing colours, a tiny leaf spinning out on an icy stream beneath the underbrush. Lunging towards compassion. In the bottom right it's signed G.E. and dated April 2025.

Scaling the Walls you Build

#poetry #poetsky #poetsofbluesky #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity #poem #freeformpoetry #writingsky

dark circles on brown paper
a race before the sky cracks
then a flash of purple
lightning zigzags from sky to earth
knowing by rain-sense or smell
it’s just the beginning

#dailyhaikuprompt |Spring rain| #freeformpoetry #poem

Part one of a poem written on a photo. The image is of a cloud in the sky, coloured orange by the sunset and contrasting against the blue sky. The near-full moon is visible. The poem reads: The world is knocking At my door, and in my mind I turn inward And feel into my body I ask what she needs And I try to water the garden But it doesn't matter How well I tend to the flowers When the sun beats down mercilessly When the world still turns towards oblivion How can I calm each individual wave When the moon is so beyond my reach

Part two of a poem on a photo. The image is of a light blue cloudy sky with two small cockatoos flying in the distance. The text reads: The world is knocking I turn to my books, my workshops, my classes That teach me how to sit in the storm But not how to shelter from it I see my fellow humans Swept away by the ravaging winds The torrential rain And I wonder if there is more I can do Than simply train my brain to accept The water like tears beating upon my face The world is knocking And I'm afraid to answer Because what if on the other side Lies something far worse than what sits within me now If I close the blinds and lock the door Maybe the screams will drown away For they are no longer deafened by my own And if I meditate and pray and learn What it means to be a better human Maybe I won't have to see who has come knocking Because through my own detatchment to my self I no longer care for doors or visitors or unending storms The world is knocking Am I brave enough to answer?

I originally titled this poem Fight Flight Freeze Fawn - I mean how do you self-help your way out of global issues that trigger/create deep trauma? You can't. This is me grappling with that. #poem #poetry #freeformpoetry #politics #newagespirituality #community

kofi preview. 2015 poem. ten whole years ago. time flies.
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kofi in bio.
#poetry #kofi #poem #disabledartist #poetsofbluesky #freeformpoetry #nostalgia

A blurry black and white film photo with a small Yellow Crested Black Cockatoo flying from the right side of the image to left. Text is overlayed onto the image, a freeform poem that reads: "I breathe in. "Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me?" I hold the air in my lungs, as if I would never breathe again. And you ask "What kind of question is that?", and I cannot answer. The only thing I know, is that I need air."

Love plays hide and seek and I'm always seeking #poem #poetry #freeformpoetry

I till my soul
as one would a field
and seed it
with dreams and prophesies
not knowing what
will flower

#dailyhaikuprompt |till| #freeformpoetry #poem

A black and white photo of a tree with no leaves in the centre, and a small black cockatoo perched on a branch in the distance. A poem on the image reads: "In a few years you won't exist, and I won't know how you died. How bittersweet it is that we crossed paths, in this lifetime, in this moment, and I almost didn't notice. How many times does life itself reach for my heart while I was looking the other way?"

A poem I wrote for a Yellow-Crested Black Cockatoo #poetry #freeformpoetry #poems #life

Part one of a letter pressed poem on card that reads: "Tread lightly, tread carefully, I've seen these footsteps before, been led down this path. Although the streets are different, the air is familiar. I have choked on its subtle signs. My body's sirens, a fish in a net. Soon I will be caught, gasping on air I cannot breathe."

Part 2 of a letter pressed poem on card that reads: "You pull my hand but I will not follow. I dare not go where I was led before, where the nets hide in the dark and the fish go to die. I once feared the man's hunger, and I fed to him my flesh. But when I taught the man to fish, his next lure was for me."

#letterpress #poetry #writing #freeformpoetry #fear

A letter pressed poem on a card that reads: "At night I whisper to myself secrets that only God could know. Perhaps that is the reason I cannot look Him in the eye."

#letterpress #poetry #writing #freeformpoetry #dailypoem #spirituality

#writing #writesky #freeform #freeformpoetry #amateur #rambling #incomprehensible #read

A poem printed onto paper that reads: The time will pass And go so slow Yet travel fast Through worlds unknown I'll fear the past And hold you close Though we may part I'll love you so With arms enclasped So that you'll know My love, like a flower, grow

for my partner
#poetry #writing #freeformpoetry

surrender #poetry #writing #freeformpoetry #poetsofmelbourne

#poetry #freeformpoetry #writing #poetsofmelbourne

#poetry #freeformpoetry #deep #free

Dream big you said
It's Time to soar
So live your life and be
I'm ready for new discovery
On your mark, get set
Be free
#poetry #freeformpoetry #onyourmark #getset #befree