29.01.2026 and I’m glad you got out, but did you have to pull up the ladder behind you when I had my back turned to make sure no one would pull you back down? @pressedflowerpoems Contains a simple illustration of a well.
Sometimes i wish my father had killed me
Smothered me in my mother's stomach
Anything but this
Anything but
T h i s
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An altered image. A white bright light where the sun is surrounded by bright reddish/orange clouds. In the upper right of a black sky are the ghost images (now green) of the partial eclipse of the sun.
An altered sky, but still a truth. Our eyes shape beauty to fit the world we know, but our souls & spirits know a different light born from what is endured, what is carried & what burns quietly beneath.
#ArtYear #Skyday #stunday #poetrysnippets
A white light behind the clouds fading to yellow. And in the upper right the ghost images of the partial eclipse of the sun that is happening.
Phantom suns - mirror our longing to hold the divine. But we only grasp at fragments whose sharp edges slice our souls & sear our spirits with pain.
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The image shows a bright, central light source emitting radiant beams across a cloudy, misty background. The light is intense and creates multiple straight rays that fan outwards in various directions. Surrounding the light, a halo effect is visible, with soft gradients from bright white to dark grey at the edges. In addition to the main light source, small crescent shapes are visible in the misty area, creating an abstract and ethereal composition. The upper left corner has a darker spot where the mist is denser, forming a shadowy shape.
You watch the eclipse with shielded eyes as it becomes a fire-ringed monarch. While I, exiled to shadow, look through a pinhole to see the sun fractured into crescents & orbs. Ghosts that you don’t know exist.
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Ferns in the process of unfurling.
Mountain laurel flowers.
A May Day bouquet on a lamppost with streamers flowing in the wind.
A white flower.
From woods to May Day streets, Spring’s palette brings a soft hush of color. A world awakening, brushstroke by brushstroke.
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Green mountain laurel with lots of buds among ferns
Spring is patient,
unfolding in whispers
before the bloom.
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A small sailboat in dock on a river, with sails down, and lit golden by a setting sun.
Safe within the harbor,
sails down in the sacred hush of setting sun, we see beauty in simply ‘being’ -
not the ‘journeying.’
Were we to measure another’s worth not by accomplishments,
but by a soul’s quiet gravity, our time together would be more gentle. #ArtYear #PoetrySnippets #FebuArty
Ruins of a factory being overtaken in now what is slowly becoming woods once again.
Rust & shattered glass rise
from earth. The wind moves,
but the crumbling bricks do not. Vulnerable & open to the sun,
it daydreams away the day -
content in its lazy decay.
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An abandoned silo, view from the bottom up. Vines climb to the top.
A farmer, name now erased,
grew the crops Time harvested.
But a vine climbs.
silent
steady
Hums the Rhythm
that outlasts any human heartbeat.
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But sometimes, I still feel invisible. Faded into the background.
Forget my brokenness bends unseen light into color.
Forget I am free.
Then I look into my eyes
and remember - I’m a sum.
Not a number.
Defined not by what once was,
but by the light that remains.
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Stars in a dark country night.
I miss talking to the stars, believing somewhere, someone cared. In blackest hours, I’d hear the faint hum of physics in motion - a lullaby over my soul seeking to dissolve into rhythm. A belonging no human could break.
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Old church door. White wood of door and exterior peeling. In the arch above the door is a simple stained glass window of blues & greens.
Glass of sky & water catches light, as paint peels in painful purgatory. Hymnals grow dust & silence, hold their breath in hope Grief passes by. Not even the ghosts bother to pray in the pews anymore.
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#Flat #Curve
Red bush in front of a modern church steeple at the top.
Red leaves -an offering at the foot of a steeple. Crimson as redemptive lifeblood. Nature - a sacred text whose beauty preaches a sermon of grace in a harsh world. Both altar & congregation. Heaven & earth entwine.
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Red
A black and white selfie with shadows of a branch over the mouth and shadows from a patterned window.
Shadows reveal the brokenness within, the fractures others fail to see. There’s no Kintsugi here - for gold remains too rare, too costly an amount. Instead, darkness fills the cracks, a silent testament to what was lost & what remains.
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Monochrome green. A child’s labyrinth made of various stones. The center/end ones read ‘but a dream.’
Today, I mourn. For what? I’m not sure. Nothing, yet everything. Peace & love, trampled underfoot in the climb to power. History repeated, driven by greed. Or perhaps, I grieve because I cannot rock a crying world to sleep.
Child’s labyrinth. Inner stones:But A Dream
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Looking through a wooden section of split-rail fence at Bloody Lane, a sunken road where many died at the Battle of Antietam during the United States’ Civil War.
That day at Bloody Lane, a mother & son picnicked in the shade where blood once soaked the earth. Nature reclaims; life grows. Mourning & rejoicing intertwine. We gain sustenance from soil nourished by lives lost -unaware of our sacred & timeless interconnectedness.
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#PoetrySnippets #PocketPoetry #QuickVerse #MicroPoets
#MiniPoems #PoetryInLines #SmallButMightyPoems
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Oro e potere,
voci forti lo seguono –
ombra nel vento.
Sotto il suo nome,
forti voci si alzano –
vento di folla.
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