@poetry-with-hart
Poet, satirist, and zinester from WV. Married, mother of two. Eats numbers for work. Definitely a cryptid in disguise. My work is found on sixtyoddpoets, among others. Zines available soon on kofi link below 👇 https://ko-fi.com/poetrywithhart Enjoy 🤗
ROUGH MORNING Every drop of uninvited rain falls into a flood in which I fish for sunshine. Pebbles become rogue planets that pull me in like the acid that masticates my esophagus. Better days are hiding from the saliva in glass and on paper and I'm clawing because sometimes I don't have a choice.
Having a rough morning so I decided to write it out.
#poetry
One more from that night...
#poemsabout #beingwatched
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Two hundred thousand,
passing in the streets.
Faces drift by
as tears slip past my cheek.
Everyone there,
yet no one sees.
#poemsabout #beingwatched #prompt #poetry #poetryprompt #writing #writingprompt #skywriters #poet
I can feel that for sure. I think the original intent behind the joke is made was more or less meaning a compliment. The piece has a delicate insight into that mindset or wearing a smile, wearing that persona of amicability as armor thats just stunning. Mad props.
Images briefly
Flood, fists of blood, someone is
Screaming, fade to grey.
#MadMarch #fade #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity
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Appreciated, and thank you for the repost ☺️
This brought me so much happy right now. Little perky sunspot embodied just in the center of it all. Lovely. Thank you for sharing that. 🤗
#ThankfulThursday
Daww, thanks Steve for the haddock. And I appreciate the repost as well Jen. Thank you 😊
the way in walking here it occurs that the path may not be through the field but through the moment that opens and closes without asking a gate made of air the grass still doing its old work of being green and not remembering how it got there i step and the world steps with me not forward not back only further in
the way in
#Poetry
Spring snows remember
dreams of flowers under frost,
budding bountiful
hope, the seed that defeats ice
when long winters reach their end.
#tankathursday #memory #wildwalkprompt #budding #faesense #springcoloursreturn #vss365 #bountiful #tanka #tankaboutit #poem #poetry #micropoetry #micropoem
Liberty The gnome turned the dials leftward then pushed forward on the throttle, with no reply from the engine. Pissed “Have you tried turning it off and back on again?” He asked the crowd that had rallied around this, their broken machine land, church, city, government entwined in a mechanical bird thru called a home.
“The elves would have you believe that in order to have it airborne we'd have to give it a blow job and pay them for the privilege or our own liberty, but I say nay! Not today!” Just then a nymph from the crowd raised her hand, “Let me try something” She sauntered up, a swagger a step, and then THWACK! She gave the engine at the back of the bird a strong kick. Roaring to life the gnome and the nymph instant besties as they learned that day that sometimes liberty Just needs a good kick in the ass.
The first of three gifts incoming for reaching 4,500 followers. I'm not sure it counts as a fantasy nonsense #poem as it wound up being more satirical and I couldn't title it well, but I hope it's fun. Enjoy 🤗
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#skypoem #poetry #madmarch #liberty #specpo #storypoem #satire
Where the Light Breaks is an abstract expressionist meditation on transition—the silent moment when darkness loosens its grip and the first fracture of light appears. Thick, textured strokes of deep indigo and black gather like a storm around the lower half of the composition, while molten tones of amber, ivory, and pale gold cascade downward from the sky. At the center stands a solitary figure, small against the immense movement of color and texture. The figure is not triumphant, nor defeated—only present, caught in the act of moving forward. The surrounding paint appears to churn and erode like weathered stone or turbulent clouds, suggesting both destruction and renewal. The painting explores the fragile threshold between weight and release, shadow and revelation. It invites the viewer to inhabit that uncertain space where hope is not yet certain—but the light has begun to break through. Art copyright ©Yves Broeckx This is digitally created art concept and execution by Yves
I W H E R E T H E L I G H T B R E A K S I
A lone figure stands at the edge of darkness as the sky fractures into light.
Not every ascent is triumphant,
sometimes it’s simply the courage to keep walking.
This piece explores the fragile moment between despair and illumination.
That is stunningly prescient and perfect. I saw way too much of myself in it. You sure you weren't looking at me thru my phone screen ? Lol, but in all seriousness it's good work. I look forward to your microfiction now when I see it criss my feed. Wicked stuff.
Here's my offering for #AmpersandAfterDark Challenge 006...
#poetry #prompt #writing #writingcommuity #poetrycommunity #skypoets #blueskypoets
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The architecture
of a guarded face, blueprints
in the shuttered eyes.
#vssdaily #shutter #haiku #senryu #3lines #micropoem #micropoetry #poem #poetry #poemaday
Fantastic nonsense yayness! Amy particular vibe ir creature you want, or just surprise ya.
gray morning clouds, with wisps of pink
Winter, With Heart
another, gray morning
snug, in its cocoon
a coffee mug
warm, cupped between my hands
it's not a face,
not today.
and yet,
always,
the loudest thing
is the heart
it never
whispers
by accident.
#quietreflections #photography
ANY FUNNY PEOPLE OUT THERE?
We’re looking for some HELP coming up with new fun Dares for a simple game we’re working on…GOT IDEAS?💡
Game link: socialblacksheep.com/idareu/idare...
We have 86 Dares so far 😁
Volume 5, Issue 1: The Poetry Issue is now live! These fabulous poems pertain to so many genres of music including classical, the blues, hip hop & grunge. Read our Editor’s Issue here:
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#poetry #poet #music #editor #literaryjournal #read
An original artwork of dandelion clocks and yellow butterflies, created using acrylic paints on A3 board.
Without warning,
sorrow forms
a cataract -
life becoming
clouded in
a soft focus haze...
Time relapsing
in shimmering hues
and
hedgerows of memory
of long gone
halcyon days.
#VSS365 #Poetry #DailyVerse
Everything is as wicked and well as it can be. Thanks for checking in. Have a wall of work I'm trying to get through. Between that, fam stuff, etc. I had to take a step back. Miss you guys though. Feel free to dm if ya wanna catch up. Here is better than discord to reach me. Best wishes as always 🤗
Escape A cocoon of winter’s fattening hangs heavy, swollen with the slow weight of days spent drowsing, silk stretched by the soft hoard of thick soups, thick jumpers, thick hours spent curled like a comma in the dim. Inside, lethargy pools warm as honey left too long by the fire. Limbs lie heavy, unhurried, dreams drift, dust motes in a cloistered room. Nothing stirs but the faint, sluggish pulse of a creature who only remembers movement. But the season begins to thin. Light slips in. First a blade, then a widening spill. Its quiet insistence warming fibres until they soften, sag, surrender. The shell, once a sanctuary of stillness, grows too tight for its own comfort. The fat of winter’s hibernation shifts, not melting but rearranging, becoming fuel instead of anchor. A wing, creased as a forgotten receipt, tentatively unfurls. The butterfly emerges awkwardly, carrying the memory of heaviness in its body, but lifting anyway. Each beat of its wings a refusal to stay pinned beneath winter’s slow hand.
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#vss365 #lethargy
#poetry
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#PromptCombo
#Powerless on Wednesday offering
"We Can't Keep Warm Alone".
This is the title of the wonderful drawing by the exceptional artist Jane Clatworphy.
The vivid rendering of her lines evokes a deep emotional sensitivity...her art style is deep and her technique astonishing..
Our beloved man can only be really warmed by our hearts...
I'm nearing 4,500 followers. Time for another gift poem soon, eh? 🤔
Comment below if you'd like one, with a possible theme as ya like. I should have time by the weekend to write 🤞
Biggest thanks to everyone putting up with me. Best wishes 🤗
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