Mastodawn

succinctly salient 25m ago

i keep leaving
one strawberry
to rot in the refrigerator.

i didnt intend to make it habit.

a ritual
after every grocery trip.

carefully selecting the sacrifice.

im in my villain era.

it takes
just about a week

before i see the white crystals sprout

the slow melting of its skin
folding back crushing itself

the escape of sweet aroma
as fortells a sacred demise.

its sick to make it suffer, i know

but i do, and with its passing
i know its time to clean out the bin.

#poetry #poem #🍓

Surazeus 55m ago

Fragile Wings Of Thought

Arrested by white lightning of the mind,
I see strange demon outside looking in
at how I translate flowers into juice
that veils indifference Nature twists in trees
which reassemble molecules of souls
from

https://surazeus.blogspot.com/2026/04/fragile-wings-of-thought.html

#Poetry #Poem #Pastoral #Necropastoral #MetaModernism #Transrealism #NewSublimity #NewRomanticism #AmericanDream #Cinemism #Existentialism #Surrealism #NegativeCapability #NewGnosticism #MetaRealism #NewTranscendentalism #Astarism

Fragile Wings Of Thought

Fragile Wings Of Thought © Surazeus 2026 04 14 Arrested by white lightning of the mind, I see strange demon outside looking in at how I...

C.F. Grönroos 2h ago

It was destruction. That you couldn’t see coming. But one you needed. Time to open your eyes. And see the truth. That has been hidden from you. Far too long now. And not only traitor in your bed. But vipers you call friends. They all have been lying to you. Rumors.
#poem

https://mysteriesbyrose.wordpress.com/2026/04/15/destruction-that-you-needed/

Destruction that you needed

Mysteries by Rose

Mysteries by Rose 2h ago

Destruction that you needed

It was destruction

That you couldn’t see coming

But one you needed

Time to open your eyes

And see the truth

That has been hidden from you

Far too long now

And not only traitor in your bed

But vipers you call friends

They all have been lying to you

Rumors

Well the rumors weren’t just rumors

Nor nasty lies

They were the truth

That was hidden from you

I know it is hard

When your world is falling apart

Those you loved and trusted the most

Were just liars and cheaters

Using you

And taking advantage of your loving heart

That’s now broken inside

Love is blind

But you don’t need to be blind

About their true nature no longer

You have nothing to lose

Only everything to gain

Aren’t you sick of their lies already?

There is still much more life than this

This is not end of you

Only end of their part in your life

There is no coming back what it was

Because it wasn’t real

Now that you’re no longer blind for the truth

You don’t need to be stuck living in their lies

C.F. Grönroos ©

Original poem and all the rights reserved to C.F. Grönroos

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y 2h ago

walking through the park,

walking through the park,
we pause periodically to
admire a bloom, the

way light caresses its edges,
seeks signs of your home country
.
20260414:2029
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lily magnolias

dreaming… a random bit ** in the ending of The Daily Post’s Weekly Photo Challenges from WordPress, here’s your Sunday Weekly Photo Prompt: travel ** medicine buddha mantra: Tay…

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Elle J. Snyder 2h ago

🏳️‍⚧️ I was mid-depresive episode so I didn't get a chance to post for Trans Day of Visibility. Only 14 days late 😬 Trans Visibility (and representation in media) is the first line of defense and one of the most powerful tools of affirmation for our community. When I was growing up the only trans women I would see on TV were subjects of Jerry Springer or other trash talk show hosts. They were always ridiculed and treated like they weren't even people. Their safety wasn't even considered as they were outed on national TV, in front of partners and loved ones. As a trans person, making sure you are as visible as possible is such a positive way to support and inspire the next generation. Being visible is power. 💖✨😊🧚🏽‍♀️🏳️‍⚧️

#transdayofvisibility #transvisibility #transpride #transisbeautiful #transrightsarehumanrights #representation #transrepresentation #selfie #bathroomselfie #guidette #tits #siciliana
#poem #poet #poetry #poetrylives #poetryisnotdead #writing #writer #lgbtq #lgbtqi #lgbtqia #trans #transgender #transwoman #transfemme #ladypoet #tgirl #transexual #mtf #transpoet #queer #queerart #queerpoet #transpoet #nyc #nycpoet #statenisland

Surazeus 2h ago

Tearing Roots Of Sorrow

If Linda wants to sing of seeing time
unfold our steadfast stars of frozen hope,
then she may record riddles birds express
to measure magnitude of selfish love
since we are fragile flames of consciousness
that

https://surazeus.blogspot.com/2026/04/tearing-roots-of-sorrow.html

Tearing Roots Of Sorrow

Tearing Roots Of Sorrow © Surazeus 2026 04 14 If Linda wants to sing of seeing time unfold our steadfast stars of frozen hope, then she...

The Skeptic's Kaddish 🇮🇱3h ago

W3 Prompt #207: Wea’ve Written Weekly

Intro

Dear friends,

Welcome to our W3 Poetry Prompt, which goes live on Wednesdays at The Skeptic’s Kaddish.

You may click here for a fuller explanation of W3; but here’s the ‘tldr’ version:

Part I

The main ingredient of W3 is a weekly poem written by a Poet of the Week (PoW), which participants read before participating in the prompt.

Part II

The second ingredient is a writing guideline (or two) provided by the PoW. Guidelines may include, but are not limited to: word counts, poetic forms, inclusion of specific words, and use of particular poetic devices.

Part III

After five days, when the prompt closes, the PoW shall select one participant’s poem as the W3 prompt for the following week, and its author becomes the next PoW.

Simple enough, right?

Kindly note: All entries for the W3 poetry prompt must be the original work of the submitting author. AI-generated poetry is not permitted.

Okie dokie ~ Let’s do this thing!

I. The prompt poem:

‘Serenity’ ~ a poem by Sally

From the time I was young, I had trouble waiting
Always-late-people? So irritating!
Delayed planes and buses — very frustrating
I wished I could be easygoing!

Yes, I was impatient — but wanted to change
So I started to pray (does that sound somewhat strange?)
I thought that I knew what God could/would arrange
Truth is — I asked without knowing

Well, God sent me teachers — one at a time
For a total of eight — tiny, helpless, sublime
This slow learner experienced shift paradigm
While all of my children were growing

Sereneness is seeing the blue of the sky
Feeling the sun, watching bees fly
Being in moments ‘stead of letting them by
Not going faster, but slowing

So I learned to slow down from my children eight
Little knowing, indeed, what was my next fate
Aging parents, dementia, at the next gate
No regrets — just love overflowing

For eight I witnessed their very first day
For two I was present as they passed away
Each one a miracle in its own way
Listen — do you hear the wind blowing?

II. Sally’s prompt: Inspired by a poet

I invite you to spend some time with the poets who stay with you—the ones who shape how we read, write, and see.

Choose one or more of the following:

Write a poem in honor of, or with a nod to, another poet. You can even name them in your title, like Hats Off to Mother Goose or The Road Traveled with Robert Frost.

Borrow a single line from a favorite poet and weave it into your poem. Just one line—see where it takes you.

Try writing in the style of a poet you admire. A Shakespearean sonnet, no capitals for e.e. cummings, or a small, vivid moment in the spirit of William Carlos Williams.

Keep your poem to 20 lines or fewer.

Let yourself play a little—echo, bend, or reimagine what inspires you.

III. Submit: Click on ‘Mister Linky’ below

In order to participate and share a poem, open up this blog post, outside of the WordPress reader. At the bottom, just below these words, you will see a small rectangular graphic with the words ‘Mr Linky’. Click on that to submit.

Submissions are open for 5 days, until Monday, Apr. 20, 10:00 AM (GMT+2)

Last week’s W3 poem

This week’s W3 prompt poem (above), composed by Sally, was written in response to last week’s W3 prompt poem, which Nigel wrote:

‘Layered’ ~ a poem by Nigel Byng

I hide.
Not merely the flaws
or the fact that I snore,
for everyone does,
but I hide.
Blow away the dusty façade and
without trying too hard, man
you’d encounter the noise.
Go a litter deeper
If you’re truly a seeker
You’d find poise.
But I hide.
For at my core
I’m always seeking more
of what is best in humanity.
And that exposes me
to the worst of us, dare I say, our hatred and savagery.
I’m way too gentle for that,
So I hide. #Appreciation #Community #CreativeWriting #Inspiration #Poem #Poet #Poetry #Poets #Prompt #W3