Angels in the Afterburn I turned a picture from Artemis into my desktop wallpaper at work, chills every time the screen opens throat closing around the image all ocean, clouds, sparks light, most of all ours. The sheen of atmosphere the halo of our air, takes breath out of me. Where does belonging emerge in a beauty so vast? Where does one of us end and the other begins? I let it slideshow into another a diagram of Laniakea spreading spiderweb tendrils across the void with a little dot for the Milky Way and an arrow crying, “You are Here!” And then another, a sliver of moon, then the half shadow of our home. I let it settle on an angel in the afterburn gliding into frame. I ask her to preserve us and she replies…

Best wishes. Will respond to other folks work as it slows down at work. Enjoy. 🤗

@alanparrywriter.co.uk
@thebrokenspine.co.uk

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Tale as old as time. A woman in a sealed room, grieving, feasting on hope gone sour— “the father,” standing in self-appointed duty at a door marked, “Do Not Enter.” It’s for the best. It’s for the best? But it will not hold. Wild agency rattles the walls— and she wonders— if he’s nervous.

#Poetry #BlueskyPoetry
#Archetypes #SkyPoem

He calls them his grapes, purple hyacinth, pockets lined with them, teeth stained. They are part of his treasures alongside gravel rocks, cool mulch the tulip he picked that I didn't know about, daffodil leaves, bark smoothed down into simple shapes. They are part of a future grown by hands dirtied in joy's gloveless abandon. He pets the petals not just treasures, but close friends alongside Mr. Robin, ladybugs, and snails. The neighbor’s old dogs, stray cats, the two hawks circling backyard bunnies building homes beneath my collapsing shed. I want to cry out “Behold the bounty of Spring!” when I see it rise the love he has for this world, everyday growing larger.

So this was supposed to be just a #haiku or a #senryu.... but then it grew into a #tanka, that needed to partly become a #listpoem, then the #future got involved somehow. Enjoy? 😅

#dailyhaikuprompt #ripegrapes #tankaboutit #poem #poetry #poemaday #skypoem #skypoetry #5amwritersclub #6amwritersclub

Left
to die.

Well—
aren’t we
all?

So, isn’t it
time
to
get on with it?

#Poetry #SkyPoem

In case you haven't had a chance to check it out, here's the link to the online version. These poets are practically perfect in every way. Enjoy! 🤗

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I sprout tendrils, vines
reaching out and downwards, roots
grasping for water
diving for soil, only
to find soil turned to sand.

#vss365 #tanka #tankaboutit #micropoem #micropoetry #poem #poetry #4amwritersclub #5amwritersclub #poemaday #skypoem #skypoetry

“If we had
the choice—”

“𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵.”

“Oh, well,
I know that.
But if we did—”

“Please—
I don’t want
to talk about this
anymore.”

“But what if—
what if—
what if—”

“𝘐𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴
if we wake up
in that reality.”

#Poetry #SkyPoem
#Rumination #MetaCogniton

Humanity,
deconstructed,
strewn about
across every

culture
and subculture—

And
you’re telling me…
you really don’t
see
the pattern?

You really can’t know
we’re all fractals
of
the same
whole?

#Poetry #SkyPoem

Don’t bother.

I don’t
think
you want
to know

what I became

when I wasn’t
serving
a function.

#Poetry #SkyPoem

Something
in me,

born and
bred
to glow

when he
pets
my hair
in his lap.

The taste—
of
a great man
between
my lips.

#Poetry #SkyPoem
#EroticPoetry #Surrender

Nightmare cut open
from sacrum to sternum, sawing
ever so gently,
bone snow afterbirth resting
on pillows, where dreams should be.

#horrorprompt #bonesnow #tanka #tankaboutit #nightmare #micropoem #micropoetry #poem #poetry #poemaday #skypoem #skypoetry

May there always be conversation, his report ended with coded details of troop movements, factory specs significance faded yellow, years dulled by the end of wars, buried now in a bookstore discount rack. Did he ever get recognized? Did his contribution to end all wars create in him a sense of purpose? What calling it was back then, Do we hear it now? Or have war drums deafened us over the centuries? What patriotism it is to follow the ideal of what your country should be, beauty of its potential and to rise to the challenge in the still moments, in the pre dawn and carry it through the mundane.

Wrote this yesterday, but thought it unfinished. Memo to self: go back to it to add a final stanza or two? From a dream where I was at this bizarre mall and found a copy of a spy's journals ww2 and bought it for two dollars.

#poem #poetry #skypoem #skypoetry #6amwritersclub #WIP

Humans— standing at the helm, orienting ships slow and steady across the open seas. Humans— behind the wheel of a race car, chasing speed to the edge of control. Humans— strapped inside a bullet, piercing the sky for a brush with something as limitless as us. Humans— naming and playing with Newton’s laws. And aren’t we all just children on a great, wide, miraculous playground, learning through motion? By Holy Hera

Less than three centuries after discovering the laws of motion, humans used them to leave the planet for the first time— as if it had always been inevitable. 🚀

#Poetry #BlueskyPoetry
#HumanNature #Innovation
#ThoughtJournal #SkyPoem

shout into the void,
blood spills out, every drop from
collateral dead

#haikuhorrorprompt #bleedingvoid #haiku #senryu #micropoem #micropoetry #poem #poetry #3lines #poemaday #skypoem #skypoetry #protest #resist

Watching my sons grow
babes to toddlers to children,
fearing when they'll learn
of hate, bigotry, and war,
I won't hold my breath for long.

#wildwalkprompt #grow #tanka #tankaboutit #micropoem #micropoetry #poem #poetry #5amwritersclub #6amwritersclub #poemaday #skypoem #skypoetry

I run full speed, so I am protected by momentum. I rise with impossible internal velocity, so they could never reach me if they dare to try. What worries do I have in this world?

𝐋𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞: compulsive movement to avoid life and become unreachable.

𝐋𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐰𝐨: aligned movement, rising above opposition.

It’s not so difficult to fool yourself—and others—into mistaking one for the other.

The distinction is 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭.

#Poetry #Embodiment #SkyPoem
#ThoughtJournal #FoodforThought

An omen ahead—
Figures pointing at the sun.
𝘞𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘐𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘶𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭.

#VSSMagic - Watch
#Haiku #Senryu #Poetry
#MicroPoem #SkyPoem

Sirius Constellation

𝘚𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘶𝘴

Bright as dog star’s snout,
Doomed to find what dares to flee—
Time reveals all truths.

#VSSMagic - Flee
#Poetry #Haiku #Senryu
#MicroPoem #SkyPoem

The more you relax, the more you align.

The energy
we waste—

The stress
we endure—

Fighting
our nature,

instead of
experiencing it.

#Poetry #Poem
#SkyPoem #MicroPoem
#ThoughtJournal #Alignment

Envious is a closed door
that listens to laughter outside
and tightens its frame
against joys it cannot hold,
while each hinge groans
under the weight of longing
and cannot release itself.

#OurPoetryX #prompt #envious #amwriting #writingCommunity #SkyPoet #SkyPoem #poetry #poem

I fly on humor—
Life's a long, heavy journey.
𝘑𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴.

#HaikuFeels - Joke
#Haiku #Senryu #SkyPoem
#Poetry #Poem #MicroPoem

She told me
that love is
a lie
your body
tells you

when you
want to feel
safe

with someone.

She told me
your mind
will make you
believe it—

if you dare not
pay
attention.

#Poetry #Poem
#BlueskyPoetry
#Relationships
#Love #Skypoem

There are
a thousand
different truths.

Reasons
we ended up
here,
like we have.

And I won’t fool
myself
into believing

that it
was simple—

just to
make it easier
to
live with.

#Poetry #Poem
#SkyPoem

Nightfall devours
the sun’s golden veins,
and stars twinkle,
murmuring quiet protests
against the encroaching dark.

#OurPoetryX #prompt #devoured #amwriting #writingCommunity #SkyPoet #SkyPoem #poetry #poem

Must not spend
gutter money on art.

Must not turn twisted
gutters into art.

...or rather

Must not listen to haters
paying rent inside my head.

That's how the madness starts
with oil paint under its nails.

#free40 #promptcombo #micropoem #micropoetry #poem #poetry #poemaday #skypoem #skypoetry

Almighty mother—
warrior queen
of
transformation...

Weren’t we born
with something
carved into
our bones?

Something
sour—
in our blood?

Something
implanted,
beeping,
primed to detonate,

hidden,
waiting,
wedged
in the grey matter
of our minds?

#ThingstoWriteAbout - Queen
#Poetry #Poem #SkyPoem

Modesty is overrated. I’d rather see you— Messy. Blown open. Brave. Stark. Bold. Drenched in darkness. Holy Hera

Throwback poem! ✨

#Emoetry - Modesty
#Poetry #Poem #SkyPoet
#BlueskyPoetry #SkyPoem

I'm sipping on
a life
so sweet,
and still,
in all
its temporary
smallness.

Cool spring zephyr
wafting in
through the open
windows.

Nightsongs chirping,
and
the whistle of
a train.

And I merge
with the woman

who will one day
look back
and miss this time,
this place.

#Poetry #Poem
#SkyPoem

I beg the stars
to thank you—

for all the love
you gave,
(𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵)

and

the legacy
you left
inside me.

#Poetry #Poem
#BlueskyPoetry
#Prayer #SkyPoem

Outsider looking in, the observer on the wall one-way glass to what passes for humanity watching the love, hate, recreation, violence while your soul simmers in silence. It hurts to see the harm they do themselves, sipping poison while tearing off warning labels. You watch an apocalypse rise in slow motion apathy lauded as virtue and you, the outsider looking in driven mad by the lethargy of spirit, can only sit on the wall your inner child dismantling it brick by brick, sick of society's cyanide sweetness, to look on, and smile through the pain.

A belated submission for #poemsabout this week, I think it also serves well as one of the gift poems for when I reached 4500k followers. Enjoy.

@jenthorne.bsky.social
@madp03t.bsky.social
@thebrokenspine.co.uk

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