OK. Flash of inspiration time. Here's a little micropoem for you.

The little boy was always denied the one thing he most wanted:
Permission to be herself.

#trans #trangender #poetry #poem

Each poem is
A cathedral
To a moment,
These words
Greet you
From time
That no longer
Exists.

#poetry

Like the
Night sky,
A myriad of
Stars find
Home in
You, and
I will wish
Upon them.

#poetry

Sorrow knows me
Better than most,
All the amber
Bottles with my
Name upon them,
But joy seethes
Between heartbeats,
And measures
Hope by the dose.

#poetry

Descendants of Dave the Potter regain two of his pots from the Boston Museum of Fine Arts.

wrdw.com/2025/12/02/descendant…

#Art #Poetry #Museum #BlackHistory

Descendants obtain works of enslaved Edgefield County potter in landmark restitution deal

A historic agreement is bringing closure and connection to a family, as two nearly 175-year-old jars, crafted by an enslaved Edgefield, South Carolina potter, are returned to his descendants.

^{Associated Press (WRDW-TV/WAGT-TV)}

Good evening everyone!

Missed Mastodon so much, I’m currently working on a poetry competition
“ talking about family’s conflicts
Love and struggles and the different feelings “

But do you know that feeling when you have a lot of inspirations and much more to write and it ends up having a Writer's block and you don't know how to start?

Because this is me now and also only a few days remain until registration closes, and I still haven't done it.

#poetry #writer #writing #poems #poem

CELERY. Celery tastes tastes where in curled lashes and little bits and mostly in remains.
A green acre is so selfish and so pure and so enlivened.

VEAL. Very well very well, washing is old, washing is washing.
Cold soup, cold soup clear and particular and a principal a principal question to put into.
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Gertrude Stein #poetry #bot sharing from Tender Buttons every 6 hrs

Do not fear the night; be a shining star in the inky blackness.
Live long, provide light, and be at the centre of things.
Become enormous and bloated as you age,
then explode and take out everyone and everything around you as you die.

⭐

#poetry #philosophy #fear #night #shine #explode #nova #supernova

I actually managed to start my poetry project today! I'm going to read some sort of poem every day, recording my favorite lines + corresponding notes in a Hobonichi Weeks until I run out of space (roughly 2 years).

Today's poem was Tony Harrison's V: a monument not just to his own family's place in the world, but the economic and emotional fallout of Thatcher's Britain in the working class. Is it Leeds United? Or Leeds *united*?

youtube.com/watch?v=WPutBM7zfv…

#poetry #leeds #WorkingClass

Paul Laurence Dunbar elevated the Black experience through poetry that challenged, comforted, and confronted America.

His legacy remains foundational. ✊🏽📚

#History #BlackHistory #Poetry #Brewminate

brewminate.com/poet-paul-laure…

Paul Laurence Dunbar and the Black Experience

Discover how Paul Laurence Dunbar gave voice and dignity to the Black experience in the 19th century through powerful poetry that reshaped American literature.

^{Matthew McIntosh (Brewminate: A Bold Blend of News and Ideas)}

The stars
Spoke an omen
Over our bones,
Made us dream
Of love without
Wounds.

#poetry

It softens and stills
cleansing harmony
bringing close the hearth
with its icy breath
diamond-dappled mounds.

#snow #poetry #smallpoems #poems #writing #SilentSunday

30th November

A spectacular day
The north wind whistles
And small birds
Hide in huddles
An icy blue sky
Frost makes my road
Shine golden in the sun
And the gulls sing
On the jagged edge
Of winter
My raven is dancing
And calling low
Follows me
carefully
Full of care
And I know.
Treacherous surfaces
Glisten with slip
There’s time enough
For flying
When the skylarks sing
I’ll walk for now
Along my shining road
#poetry

//I(Re)Exist//

I slept, unrealized, for countless years
A fiction, unawakened, powerless
The screaming truth of my potential
Bound by the banality of this world

But your spark of belief, faint in my dark
A first breath, and then another
Shifting my reality, redefining, shaping
And what I wasn't, began to be

Now, a chain reaction, unstoppable
We pass the point of no return
My threshold of becoming, inevitable
Where this fiction is made undisputable fact

The illusion of this reality wavering
As more of us are born
And what once was, is once again
And what was forgotten, is finally remembered.

#poetry #writing #fedicoven

The more
You listen
To the voice
Inside that says
“Hope lives,”
The louder
It gets.

#poetry

"At last he rose, and twitched his mantle blue:
Tomorrow to fresh woods, and pastures new."

- Lycidas, Milton

#photography
#trailrunning
#hiking
#Manitoulinisland
#Manitoulin
#Canada
#poetry