#micropoem

[thesorcererpoet]

“I want to write until the only ink left is my very blood and I won’t stop, even then.”

[dirty-milk]

It’s hard to not love me,

I’ll make you feel good about yourself.

My mirror skin will reflect

the best parts of you and

in the house party of my body

you’ll be the life of every room.

[thertg]

only you

will remember

all the wounds

you received

in your search

to be loved.

—RTG

[ad-venturism]

i have a pale green typewriter i want to bring to the park, i will find shade and sit with my legs crossed and the keys crossing, i will watch people cross my patch of grass, and i will offer in Chinese to write them a poem in English. just give me 3 words, any 3 words, you can wait in the sun or the shadow, I will study you, write a portrait of you, imagine what it's like to fall in love with you, to picture how you groom hair, face, legs, how you talk when furious about strangers and the heat. we will see.

[sfsolstice]

i try to let go

of the loneliness

that's been pervasive

all my life

one exhale at a time

[maxwelldpoetry]

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[midarapoetry]

in another universe.

[env0writes]

Janus Estuaries Vol. 3, 1.12.24 “Midwest Madness"

Not every day will be noteworthy Not every day will bring joy Not every day will have success Not every day will see sun Not every day will be entered in to a journal Not every day will you remember– –how happy you are to have one

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[tansdiary]

sailing against the teary tides; embracing winds—bidding goodbyes, on a voyage, i’m on a boat, taking souvenirs from my sojourn from my refuge to old abodes.

[at0mbehaiku]

The stairs wet from rain

My dad sitting on the couch

A lump on his head

. . .

"Where are you headed?"

Here! I came here to see you

Can't you remember?

. . .

"Where are we going?"

You need a doctor right now

We're on the way there

. . .

He didn't even

Know who the president was

Said "head of lettuce"

. . .

Back over the hill

I'm driving slow but I know

I'll still get there first

. . .

His brain is bleeding

Emergency surgery to

Try and save his life

. . .

Sedation removed

But he hasn't woken up

Hard bebop playing

. . .

A second brain bleed

A decision involving

Quality of life

. . .

Family dinner

The food is good except that

Dad's in a coma

. . .

Life support removed

I can't watch him breathe like this

Oxygen starvation

. . .

My face wet from tears

Me standing next to my bed

A lump in my throat

[dirty-milk]

Let me find out what the star burst is made of;

what sings shadows in the shade, love,

let me find out what color love is, dove.

Find the shape of god in your silhouette;

let me tender the torment of threat,

strangle sleep supine a striking sunset.

Let me hold my hunger for your halo;

grace my grave and gentle my glow,

let me bridge my bliss and bellow it below.

Ache in me my ashes asleep at the altar;

let me honor haste and humor holy halter,

frozen fallout to let the faith falter.

[thertg]

i am

held together

by the strands

of a fading whisper.

—RTG

[ad-venturism]

MINDFULNESS. Even a clean house needs dusting. It is clean because it is cleaned. even a clear mind needs breathing. It is clear because it is cleared. There is no life but what is lived. Everything is real though a false perception can weaken a home and clutter a mind. Every moment is a now, every moment begins anew.

[sfsolstice]

oh, to chance a glimpse at what plays behind those eyes right after we say goodnight,

[poemsbyjonna]

Unforseen delays

If you miss the train it wasn"t for you they say.

But how was I to know that

when I rushed to the station, out of breath.

And you never gave me the timetable?

[azukilynn]

tree farm

~

footfalls break silence

sappy, fragrant evergreens

old turpentine pines

~

azuki lynn