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all praise
to heaven
for a boyhood
pasture tree
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empty glass
by his bed
book of saints
dream journal
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John Martone, My Afterlife, p.90.
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idea vilariño, poemas de amor #smallpoemsunday
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We all need good dreams sometimes. Here’s one for #smallpoemsunday.
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A Tymoteusz Karpowicz poem for your #smallpoemsunday
A Lesson of Silence
Whenever a butterfly
happened to fold
too violently its wings -
there was a call: silence, please!
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A poem Titled Haiku How Ya DO that is actually just four separate haikus SUPER CHILL Money makes it go Your blood keeps the gears grinding Your comfort absolves If it then was is I wish you were sad cause then I’d have a mirror Instead of this hole Artemiss me with that shit It is flat you fools And smooth too. No curvature. I speak of my brain Then what if it can isn’t Farther now we rush Together still pursuing A scorched rock awaits
I wrote the title. Then I wrote the Haikus.
#smallpoemsunday
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Asheville, North Carolina lemon, rosemary, wild onion, and underneath it all is the vague scent of horse dung and love's frustrations.
#smallpoemsunday always gives me the opportunity to take the razor to poems that need it.
Cc @tomsnarsky.bsky.social
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For #smallpoemsunday here’s one of mine recently published in @rough-diamond1.bsky.social’s protest anthology 🤠
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His big yellow toy star is with him even when quietly broken. When the twelve smaller stars are lost, he loves it as new as the day he picked it, when he spied the toys from the appointment room through the glass to the shelves of toys and treats.
#Poem #Poetry #SmallPoemSunday @tomsnarsky.bsky.social
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all those lawns
presenting to the sky
their blank expressions
#dailyHaiku reposts by Freeman Ng. Today’s haiku was originally posted on Jun 6, 2015.
www.HaikuDiem.com
#daily #haiku #micropoetry #smallPoemSunday
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dAY TRIP WITH SPIRES We enter the cathedral. I fall for it everv time. gothic trick of the mind-awe, guilt, fear of X, all of it- made small by this capaciousness, destroyable. Inside I'm sort of clicking, trying to engage, but behind that more of me is lost, in a fugue. The illogic of cathedrals--- we're mostly empty space anyway- I don't want to apprehend the unknown. When I'm crying I remember how as a child I always thought someone was watching me. This was my earliest sense of the erotic.
Elisa Gabbert from The French Exit
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Sometimes I will water the pot
after a plant has died
And sometimes before the sun’d sink
the plant springs in life
#vss365 : #water #sink
#SmallPoemSunday
#Oulens #writingcommunity
#poetrycommunity #poetry
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Insomnia In bed, at night, on crisp, patterned sheets, I dream of sleep. Eyes wide open, body tense as a wire. I count and recount all the sheep in the yard. Say goodnight to every part of my anatomy that I can name. I recall the events of the day, swallow them as if they were some kind of narcotic, sleeping potion. Snippets of conversation play over in my head; edited, polished, grammatically correct. But the words are no lullaby, only manage to keep sleep at bay. As a last-ditch effort, I try to fool sleep. Eyeballs rolled up, rapidly moving behind eyelids that snap open like window shades.
Say goodnight to every part
of my anatomy
from “Insomnia” by @greggsha.bsky.social
from his book
Speaking in Italics,
Souvenir Street Books, 2026
@danvera.com
#smallpoemsunday #poetry
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Marlborough Road On the sidewalk, across from the market where men sit outside in broken down chairs, lies a dead rat—stretched out on its stomach they way you might, if you’d been on your back a long time, reading in bed, & needed to shift position for the next chapter.
Something for @tomsnarsky.bsky.social and #smallpoemsunday.
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A Question A voice said, Look me in the stars And tell me truly, men of earth, If all the soul-and-body scars Were not too much to pay for birth.
Knuckle heads, block heads, and bone heads One would think After a lifetime of flipping coins That we’d be more open Kinder even To the other side
Today’s poems for #nationalpoetrymonth
#SmallPoemSunday
#AQuestion by #RobertFrost and one by me
#NaPoMo #poetry 🌎 🌌 ⛪️ 🕍 🕌 ⛩️ 🕋 📿 🪙
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Walking Back and Forth in Someone Else's Yard I get sad when I sing. A crawdad trapped in a can.
I scrapped a longer poem & turned it into a two line poem for #smallpoemsunday
CC: @tomsnarsky.bsky.social
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HE TELLS HER He tells her that the Earth is flat— He knows the facts, and that is that. In altercations fierce and long She tries her best to prove him wrong. But he has learned to argue well. He calls her arguments unsound And often asks her not to yell. She cannot win. He stands his ground. The planet goes on being round.
Wendy Cope
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Three Poems I feel great! I just read three poems!
happy #smallpoemsunday! 💜
feel free to post small poems you’ve written, or ones you love by other poets :)
here’s one by my friend @mikeandrelczyk.bsky.social, published this week in Michigan City Review of Books~
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Wrote a sappy dead cat poem for #smallpoemsunday. Haven't been writing much but haven't been able to get Thursday morning out of my head.
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Draw a bird and share your art. “were you thinking that those were the words,those upright lines? those curves, angles, dots? No, those are not the words, the substantia! words are in the ground sea, They are in the air, they are in you.” walt whitman
#SmallPoemSunday
[h/t @tomsnarsky.bsky.social]
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A gold, ornate mirror with the poem text across it in a cursive handwriting font. Rays of light reflect onto the mirror.
Mirror, mirror
Be authentic, they say
Give yourself to us
Lay yourself bare
Let us consume you
And decide if you are real
#SmallPoemSunday #authenticity #WritersOfBluesky #poem #poetry
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12.04.2026 you want to act like the martyr with blood on your hands from the sacrifices you made of others @pressedflowerpoems Contains a simple illustration of a sake curled around a dagger.
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Anthes - Schuyler Peck And when we leave this life, I'm not scared of losing you. We were born two stars in the same orbit, now here as two bodies recognizing each other once again. I don't know what's next. Perhaps, when we're gone, we'll fall asleep softly into the ground and the grass will be more alive than it's ever been. We'll be trees loving each other through the silence, taking in endless light. And whether we become houses, or boats, or brambles, or books, then let me live as the page beside you.
#smallpoemsunday #poem
#writingcommunity #poetry
#nationalpoetrymonth
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Woke up from a terrible grief-nightmare about my father.
#grief #father #poet #poem
For #smallpoemsunday organised by @tomsnarsky.bsky.social
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4/ More suggested hashtags to join on a Sunday
#SwampSunday
#SundaySeashore
#SilentSunday
#Stunday
#FolkloreSunday
#SenryūSunday (or #SenryuSunday)
#SelfPortraitSunday
#SmallPoemSunday
#ShakespeareSunday
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Kiss It’s still night here: I think of the flirtatious chatter of satellites, after completing their full hours of work, sending out metallic-pouts of one-half kisses back down to earth. Each with a favourite continent, turning on slightly-metallic content, seeking another heart that’s also trapped near geo-stationary.
Hullo @tomsnarsky.bsky.social and to #smallpoemsunday some whimsy this week…
Thanks Tom!
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