Jenny's Poems

Evening the mourn:
belief returns each evening;
grief comes at morning.

#dailyhaikuprompt
#senryu #haiku #poetrysky #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity #poem

The new Beatles films
make the uncanny valley
into true nightmares:
golems formed from history,
impersonating old sounds.

#tanka #poem #poetry

The bird called you to me,
I, the inevitable fool,
you, the inevitable jewel
that's long since lost.
You can find me,
but at what cost?
I won't reach you
'til I'm lost too.

#poem #poetry

Anonymous eyes can still be deceived by how they’re perceived in silence. As if the violence of the world is unfelt, undealt, unknown. This hand is not prone to hurl into lines the unfurling of crimes, the most vile we know. That pain felt by ascendant souls who see life as more than a game of chess, one where the soulless make a mess of everything they can touch. Where the soulless take so much. Where they devour dreams and demand compliance. I can’t forgive the contrivance of transferring one’s pain with the lofty rawness of bitter refrain. That stain of words meant only for the speaker themselves dressed in a steel suit of rusted wealth. But tied souls are reborn tethered too; this I must give you, there’s a sense that balance must exist rather than the shift from bad to good. The mist of excuses would always demand the intoxication of vocalized isolation over calling out the true source. While anonymous eyes always perceive how other minds can be deceived and forced.

Anonymous Eyes:
March 3rd #Poem from #Prompts

#emoetry deceived
#2wordprompt forgive & steel
#ourpoetryx ascendant
#foxprose tied souls reborn tethered
#firewords280 lofty rawness
#bravewrite anonymous

#poetrycommunity #poetrysky #writingcommunity #writesky #poetry #poet #freeverse

The last of the light
held the day in an embrace
it hoped would ne'er end.

#haikufeels last
#haiku #senryu #poem #poetry

A truth tapped my shoulder
and told me I was a ghost
who died long ago,
when the world was kind
and life full of promise.
I could not argue.
I could never argue.
So I just obeyed
again
and became the mist,
that dew of night's forgotten breath.
Lingering, but never seen.

#poem #poetry #poetrysky

The nightingale sang me a new dream:
quivering,
undefined
yet defining all in its wake.
What a life a dream can take
when we allow the new
to imbue us
with trust.
Perhaps not trusting,
but free of musts.

#poem #poetry #lovepoem #poetrysky #writesky

The pale glow of certainty in your eyes
bolsters each beat of this heart
with hope that someday
we'll find it ourselves.

#BlueSkyPoetry #BSPP51 Paleglow
#Emoetry Certainty
#poem #poetry

Flowers crowd around,
never competing for or
against their beauty.

#WildWalkPrompt #Flower

#haiku #poem #micropoem #poetry

With consummate ease
you captured my heart -
unbeknownst to you.

#Haikufeels
#haiku

As the wild rose wilts
flying geese take old protest;
leaving dying light.

#dailyhaikuprompt
3/2 wild rose flying geese
#haiku #poem #poetry

Wake

Nothing can fly with #mildew #wings,
yet the light always frees us to flight.
Takes away weight of the night.
Warms us to battles we fight.

Nothing can fly with mildew wings,
but dry, our freedoms sing.
So let your honest ring.
See what true flight can bring.

#firewords280
#poem #poetry

Were we once free of this wound, this self inflection pointed at replication and sameness? This tower of glorified monotony and its heave of static as we descend into the certainty of bellowing splendor. How loudly it praises itself, even those deaf to its contagion, clawing ears with endless fears that nothing true can measure. What pain it projects in endless commands - the demands of mad men who know not why not them. Why not them; why knot them? Why tie anything closed when the stitches just pop anew, never healing, never true? The wound is ne’er allowed to heal. And its only beauty that it steals.

The Bride of Creation:
March2nd #Poem from #Prompts

#emoetry certainty
#2wordprompt wound & tower
#foxprose inflection pointed
#ourpoetryx bellowing
#vss365 splendor

#poetry #poetrycommunity #poetrysky #writesky #skywrites #writingcommunity #freeverse

The morning sun lights
the grace of your face with ease
I swear it divine.

#haikufeels #ease #poem #senryu #lovepoem #poetry

The timid heart that
lives in truth will always be
found by divine love.

#vss365
#haiku #senryu #poem #poetry

Occam's razor brings
truth to tear streaked tissues as
Love was always there.

#SenseWrds Prompt 191

Pooling
Regards
Simplicity

#senryu #haiku #micropoem #poetry #poem #writesky #poetrysky #blueskypoet

Words abound without sound
in the lull between
anger and healing.
I feel this old self peeling,
revealing
a me more raw
and here,
a me beyond the tears.
Beyond old fears.
But there's a sadness in the peace
they never warn you about.
There's a flood of release
when you finally make it out.
#poem

The blue sky at five-
a fresh March captures more light
as time marches on.

#DailyHaikuPrompt Fresh / Blue Sky
#HaikuFeels March
#poetry #poem #haiku #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity

I wake from a dream to find life a nightmare: both in thoughts and what they allowed. Those duplicit commonalities painted rainbows on shit; spun lies of polyester then labeled them silk. When I think of it my entire body cries. Flames arise, and bitter biles own me for a while again. The lies just melt to goo and then the prelude to insight passes and leaves what amasses: the rest of my life. That’s all. More time to live in it, with it, honestly, but never free. Fierce, but affected, on a verge oft neglected. Because situations may end, but memory extends them into being, publishing them into this draft of human I am. I’d edit them, but never can. I’d edit them, but I’m only man.

#March1 #Poem from #prompts

#BlueSkyPoetry #BSPP51 Verge
#Emoetry Bitter
#OurPoetryX Fierce
#HorrorPrompt Flames
#Firewords280 duplicit commonalities
#Foxprose prelude to insight passes
#2wordprompt publish & extend

#poetrysky #poetry #writesky #poetrycommunity

A mouse deciding to
bark
and play fetch with me.
A crow deciding to
roll over
for belly rubs.
My dog deciding to
fly
and eat cheese.
Such improper curiosity.
Such zeal for the unknown.

Improper curiosity #WeirdMicro
#poem #poetry

Give the deck another shuffle,
but let me cut this time.
These hands of mine want
some random chance,
some chaotic dance,
some play in four suits.
Reverse the clock,
let it restart with a fresh deck,
a new dealer,
a new game.
I pray time it's not the same.

#FromOneLine 407
#poem #poetry

Sprouting eyes witness
and testify to new starts,
buds on potato hearts.

#dailyhaikuprompt buds potato
#haiku #senryu #poetry #poem

Settle down into
this home of a life we share
and create with dreams.

#haikufeels settle
#senryu #poem #micropoem #micropoetry #poetry

What a sordid tale existence writes, when life is like a script: written, forgotten, then improvised poorly. This mind tries to remember but often falls short of the grand plan, the ballad sang at the mention of a prior name this soul held. Still, I try while the piranhas vie and plant lies: their meddling shenanigans against my dreamy mettle, this aura of anxious peace: peace that’s pieced out while anxiety stays close. While anxiety plays host and guest. I promise I’ll do my best though I dropped a line another time. But what a sordid tale existence writes by those who dare to write it.

#InkMine Prompt #Poem

DREAMY METTLE GRAND OFTEN PLANT SHENANIGANS

#poetry #poetrysky #writesky #poetrycommunity #poet #writingcommunity #poetess

The woods held much of our joy, mossy artifacts spent by centuries of ruin; what was once a palace affected by the claims of nature and time, those merciful masters that offer sacred fulfillment in the return of green. But passions called our bluff and we veered off course; what once was a path became and improvised jaunt, a ramble of words and feet as you ask, “Is this Love?” “Can we find it again?” Can we find that oasis of flame: our garden inferno with rubies in leaves so brittle, yet yielding; not hot, but inflamed with whispered threats that the search may end. How we’d be would we dare stay there- in the woods unknown, in the garden ungrown, in the endless search for my treasured end. If we’d let the trees inside us bend. If we held what held us so true. If we dared to know we knew. How we’d be would we dare to know we knew.

Feb 27 #Poem from #Prompts

#bedroomeyesprompt is this love
#poemsabout spent
#emoetry affected
#2wordprompt artifact & threat
#ourpoetryx merciful
#BlueSkyPoetry #BSPP50 Veer
#retroartprompt search of my treasure
#firewords280 sacred fulfillment
#foxprose our garden inferno

#freeverse #poetry

A wall of tools yet required,
a wall of projects yet inspired.
Thought in deconstructed form.
Threads that one day will be worn.
Sew the garment, sew the story;
display of bobbins: a sewist's glory.

#dailyimageprompt 62
#poem #poetrysky #writesky #poetry
#thread #bobbins #sewing

this life must quake at
the velocity of time
and its discontents

#vss365 #velocity
#haiku #senryu #poetry #poem

Hi! I mainly play around with poetry here, just going wherever the prompts take me (mostly free verse & haiku). Maybe one day I'll write some metaphysical fiction, we'll see. 😊

ghosts of warmth to come
braving harshest ground to bloom
in Hope's purity

#WildWalkPrompt #Snowdrops
#haiku #senryu #poetry

reactions cluster
like grapes on tenuous vines
dropping one by one

#haikufeels #cluster
#haiku #senryu #poem #poetry