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kitkotkitthots

kitkotkitthotsJul 23, 2026

A Kit's Complaint

Xitterpoetry It's like instapoetry but it rhymes

Hazard 🍉🌵Jul 19, 2026

a late night attempt at poetry

Moon and Baboon

Moon and BaboonJul 18, 2026

Ghost of a Ghost

I can still feel your hand on my throat, I can still smell your scent on my coat, How do I run from a ghost of a ghost? Where is the exit from this twisted road? My nervous system is on high alert, I should kneel down and pray first, My mouth is dry, but not from thirst, You aren’t here to hurt me, but I’m still cursed. You’ve left me a big box with a black bow, Your parting gift to me is your shadow, My brain is now completely drained and hollow, Only emptiness remains in my veins and torso.

PoetryPaintByWords BlueSky Prompt

Fruity Birds

Fruity BirdsJul 17, 2026

WWI Poems Read By British Actors

Demigirlboss' Demigirlblog

Demigirlboss' DemigirlblogJul 16, 2026

Poem: C'est La Vie

I wanna do gay yearning but I'm gonna be real I got nothin' tonight I'm just kinda tapping my feet to the bittersweet beat so glad I could meet you, so glad for the heat that you drive to my cheeks so sad cause I need you like mad but you see through it so casually, and there ain't nothin' here that'd make it worth it, stakin' your heart on me, but oh well, c'est la vie. So uh. I guess I'll just say I think you're really cool!

Demigirlboss' Demigirlblog

Demigirlboss' DemigirlblogJul 15, 2026

Poem: Untitled #0

I don't know what I wouldn't give, To know my name upon your lips, Said as more than strangers,

Moon and Baboon

Moon and BaboonJul 11, 2026

Jiggle and Wiggle

Jiggle a littleWiggle a littleThe sky can be blue and can be purple Jiggle a littleWiggle a littlePrecise like an eagle and patient like a turtle Jiggle a littleWiggle a littleFull time gentle and part time trouble

PoetryPaintByWords BlueSky Prompt

Demigirlboss' Demigirlblog

Demigirlboss' DemigirlblogJul 8, 2026

Poem: Priceless Worthless Speechless Words

I love you, Isn't that so easy? Isn't talk cheap?

Moon and Baboon

Moon and BaboonJul 5, 2026

She's sprinting through the meadow,Like I'm watching some sort of horse show,She's flying at the speed of light,Too fast for my human sight. She's not old and frail anymore,She has won her own great war,Twirling freely under the warm sun,Turning everything completely orange! The signature color of her last life,The reason I adopted her that summer night,The color of her coat lured me in,It was a love-at-first-sight kind of thing.

brennan.dayJul 1, 2026

Shake Off the Dust!

Completing #100DaysToOffload twice in under two years, and somewhere along the way the wet clay hardened at the edges. Invisible ruts form inside the habits you love, and there's a difference between a window and a mirror in writing. The hermit crab outgrows shells, including the ones that still fit fine.

personal essaywriting

soulcruzer

soulcruzerJul 1, 2026

i love a good collage, and a poem …

i love a good collage, and a poem to boot. this piece from laura holly charman feels like a anti-self-hlep manifesto. instead of asking for the usual trope of certainty, happiness, or success, she's asking to be disassembled and put back together in a way that only discomfort can do. https://www.instagram.com/p/DUiKzPYCckx/

collageLaura Holly Charman

Caesura

CaesuraJun 28, 2026

Knowledge Burns Within

This poem helped me arrived at its truth through a patient accumulation of attention—to silence, to fire, to the small losses that shape us , that sometimes, acts against wills. I found myself drawn to the image of the flame that bends toward its own becoming, a figure for the person who creates not for recognition but for the sake of the act itself. My recurring mustard field memory functions as a turning point, a moment of grace that the I always carry forward into every subsequent attempt to write. What moves me most is the final declaration: that witnessing is enough, that the poem's purpose is not to capture or preserve but to stand present before what passes. This feels like a necessary truth, one I am still learning to inhabit. The poem resists closure because closure would be a lie—the fire/knowledge, inherent want of prose and poetry is always burning, the silence is always speaking, and the work of the poet is to remain attentive to both, to hold them in the same gaze and call it living.

Moon and Baboon

Moon and BaboonJun 28, 2026

Generations of misunderstanding,Genealogy of name calling,Someone else started the cycle,Hurt people continue to hurt people. Your anger’s stirred at my presence,How I am and what I represent,Your resentment increases a hundred-fold,Your heart agonizes at the sight of my soul. What I say is never what you hear,What you hear is never anything clear,I hurt you way before we knew each other,You bled long before this alleged murder.

PoetryPaintByWords BlueSky Prompt

Moon and Baboon

Moon and BaboonJun 21, 2026

Constantly searching,Intense parameter patrolling,My mind keeps stalking itself,All the right words incorrectly spelt.My hands frantically patting down invisible walls,Climbing over isn't possible; the walls are too tall,My voice is audible only to my ears,My eyes can't find evidence a friend is near.Tears are dispatched as the most sensible choice,My heavy sobbing is the only available noise,There's not one outside light source to help me,These invisible walls offer no capacity!Love, mercy, or ...

PoetryPaintByWords BlueSky Prompt

Moon and Baboon

Moon and BaboonJun 18, 2026

Hello, stranger on my fence,The sight of you is making no sense,Perching at 8 o’clock in the morning,Is this your usual time hunting?I've heard your music at night,never thought I would see you in broad daylight,Are you here to deliver a message,To signal a transition or a rite of passage? Are you here to give me your guidance–how to survive through the dark nights in silence?how to remain completely still in majestic grace?how to shine so brightly during the new moon phase?Are you delivering a ...

PoetryPaintByWords BlueSky Prompt

Moon and Baboon

Moon and BaboonJun 12, 2026

I walk into my backyard to face my truth,Reluctantly embracing my melancholic mood,I will have a talk with the hummingbird feeder,The red bully who happens to be my honest mirror.What else does it see that I’ve failed to see?What more to explore about us being twinsies?I approach the rascal, still depleted, lying on its side,Out in the open, under the full force of sunlight.It’s more of a tube and less of a tray,But it is surely red and lying sideways,Not far from it, there’s another feeder,I be...

AlchemyPaintByWords BlueSky Prompt

Moon and Baboon

Moon and BaboonJun 10, 2026

Lying sideways with its tray empty,The hummingbird feeder is loudly mocking me!“Look at us, twinsies!You are depleted just like me!”I’m so triggered and offended!Its witty comment has some truth in it,This empty feeder is way too daring,Comparing itself to me, a human being!Dusty, but it’s mostly bright red in color,Happy red always lifts my spirit higher, But today my red lacks vibrancy,Is the feeder reflecting my truth back at me?I may not be its rightful caretaker,But my sovereignty is my rig...

PaintByWords BlueSky PromptPoetry

New Atlas: Technology-Innovation-Outdoor News [Unofficial]Jun 10, 2026

Study suggests Dante's Hell was inspired by an asteroid impact

Continue ReadingAstronomy

Moon and Baboon

Moon and BaboonJun 8, 2026

Walking down a cobblestone path, a symphony of geometry with no heart, a base sound of its foundation, for a property, but not for a person. I keep walking down farther and farther, hoping for a heart around the next corner,  The path only knows how to serve its own purpose, It vibrates a different kind of love– heavy and distant, hidden underneath other shapes, I guess the path needs me to be brave, A constellation of circles, triangles, and squares.  Its pattern was designed and executed w...

PaintByWords BlueSky PromptPoetry

Moon and Baboon

Moon and BaboonJun 3, 2026

The Missing Piece

If I could give you all my coins, I would. But if I can’t, I have a back up plan. I can pray for you. I can pray that everything that you do will be met with love—the kind of love that doesn’t need proof, the kind of love that helps remove all blocks and obstacles that get in your way. That is not to say you won’t pay if you choose to stay selfish. Your heart will still endure consequences because life is a series of cause and effect, but if you select your thoughts carefully, open your heart...

Through the Looking GlassPoetry

runesJun 3, 2026

Moon and Baboon

Moon and BaboonJun 1, 2026

A sea of hydrangeasgreeted me like I was a rockstar,I walked up into the house through the front door,while they lined up to the side on the ground floor!I was lucky they never asked for my autograph, If they did, at the time, it would have been just a draft.I thought I knew myself really really well,Looking back now, life kept me under a spell.At the time, I was so convinced that the habitat of happiness was outside of myself,At the time, I still bought into the theory that I could only be happ...

PoetryPaintByWords BlueSky Prompt

Moon and Baboon

Moon and BaboonMay 31, 2026

I want more, I want more, I want more,Whatever this is is not enough for me anymore!I want more, I want more, I want more,I want gold climbing up my ceiling and silver dancing across my floor. Let the golden ray of the sun shine through the windows,Let the silver glow of the moon whisper her echo,Let the indigo ocean harmonize with the river flow,Let the green forest be the witness where richness grows. I want to see kindness and abundance circulating,I want to see every alternate reality collab...

Through the Looking GlassPoetry

Moon and Baboon

Moon and BaboonMay 31, 2026

To Honor Her - My Inner Child

Speaking gibberish,Pretending to say things in English,She looked at herself in the mirror,Hoping one day she might sound like a native speaker.The journey of a million miles,Dreamed by my inner child,She was dancing at Mile number five,Many decades from the finish line. Today I sit in my alabaster cocoon,Dimly lit by the crescent moon,Reflecting on little me in ponytails,Never once she thought she would ever fail.It didn’t matter how many mountains she needed to climb,She never cared; she never...