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Tasha Bovain @tashabovain.bsky.social · 1h

“Look into the camera,” he says.
His hands frame my face.
But I turn away.
I don’t want to be his muse.
I want to be mine,
to make my own frame,
stare into my face,
and smile.

#poetry #micropoem

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Tasha Bovain @tashabovain.bsky.social · 1d

He didn’t want to be like his father.
But the man inside
kept poking his chest.
Guilt climbs on top of me—
a saddle for his indiscretions.
A man knows when he’s robbing his woman,
robbing himself.
He protects his inheritance.
I keep screaming,
but no one listens to noisy women.
#poetry #micropoem

Tasha Bovain @tashabovain.bsky.social · 2d

He flashed a grin, keep dancing in those red shoes. I shimmy for dollars, the world’s paycheck. Each trinket a chain around my neck. Ideas were propane, my wanting the match. Every brick of capitalism burned—a mausoleum built on the backs of women and men providing for their children.

#poetry

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Tasha Bovain @tashabovain.bsky.social · 2d

Sometimes I go untouched because last time a man touched me I shattered against the cement. I grew up to the touch of a man’s fingers pressed into my thighs—a heaven for his hands. Now my hands don’t need permission. I wind around my body as if I were the sun. My heart hums in the silence.

#poetry

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Tasha Bovain @tashabovain.bsky.social · 4d

My mother’s kitchen is spotless,
no mess peeking from drawers.

Mine spills over
with coffee mugs.
Lovers sit at my table,
leave crumbs.

I splatter them across the counter,
turn every memory
into a séance.

A woman lives here.
And shame has
no place at this table.

#micropoem #poetry #WIP

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Victor Kisob @victorkisob.bsky.social · 5d

Bubbling Defiance

Be happy like champagne,
Refusing to go flat,
It bubbles with disdain.

Mimic the unruly,
It shows no dignity,
It bounces unduly.

#poem #poemoftheday #poetry #poems #Photography #bluesky #blueskypoetry #blueskyphoto #defiance

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Tasha Bovain @tashabovain.bsky.social · 5d

I didn’t know how to be held
without gathering my things
while he slept.

My bones learned distance
before they learned trust.

At ten, composure was survival—
stacked ribs, toes pointed forward.

Softening was dangerous
for women with wild hearts.

#micropoem #poetry

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Tasha Bovain @tashabovain.bsky.social · 6d

For the woman whose faith has grown weary, yet she persists:

Don’t rush your becoming.
Savor it like a scoop of ice cream.
Treasure it like a kiss.

Live each day as a prayer,
a communion between your old self,
and the woman you’re becoming.

Treat your journey as holy ground.

#micropoem #poetry

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Tasha Bovain @tashabovain.bsky.social · 7d

Everything felt like an accident—
jobs, relationships, even my own body.

My mind committed.
My body resisted.

I felt every mistake stirring
alongside the tumor in my body.

Maybe “accidents” aren’t accidents,
but warnings we silence.

#poetry #micropoem #writersky

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Tasha Bovain @tashabovain.bsky.social · 8d

The fire made her flesh
and bone.
She felt the singe of fear,
battled the mythical dragon
of self sacrifice.
The flames
became her salvation.

Use your pain to fuel your art.
Let it spark to your becoming.

#poetry #micropoem #creativity #becoming #writingcommunity

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Tasha Bovain @tashabovain.bsky.social · 9d

I felt a stomping in me,
the drumbeat of ancestors,
trauma shed,
truth released.

I felt a stomping in me,
beliefs unraveling,
body shame breaking skin,
dance floor birthing
freedom within.

What beliefs are you shedding this season so you can rise in 2026?

#poetry #micropoem #writersky

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Tasha Bovain @tashabovain.bsky.social · 10d

I play catch with regret,
tossing blame back and forth.

It’s a standoff—
self-doubt intervenes,
forcing me to apologize
for my singleness,
my childlessness,
my emotional nakedness.

But regret doesn’t own me.
I owe it nothing.

What does regret try to make you apologize for?

#poetry

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Tasha Bovain @tashabovain.bsky.social · 11d

Expectations became
weapons.

Opinions hurled at me
ricocheted,
piercing their own chests.

The bully in the mirror
locked inside
Pandora’s box.

#poetry #100daysofwriting #micropoem #writingcommunity

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Ali @alibutterfly.bsky.social · 11d

#vss365 #conundrum #poem

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Tasha Bovain @tashabovain.bsky.social · 12d

Women in cages
in cul-de-sacs
swallow silence.

Sorrow stains their cheeks.
Masks hide their faces.

I stand behind glass houses,
digging graves,
praying I won’t break.

#100daysofwriting #poetry #micropoem #writingcommunity

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Twig Blossom @twigblossom.bsky.social · 13d

I enter my room
Then stand with a spoon in hand
Blank look on my face

#adhd #haiku

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Bridget @8rid6et.bsky.social · 22d

🍁

I’ll go out dancing
like a falling autumn leaf
spinning in the breeze

🍂

I’ll go out singing
like wind through the trees, taking
my secrets with me

#haiku #senryu

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Tasha Bovain @tashabovain.bsky.social · 13d

After so much grief,
the only thing I can survive
is distance.

I’m so used to leaving myself,
deporting my body,
I’m not sure I know
how to stay.

#100daysofwriting #poetry #micropoem #writingcommunity

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Tasha Bovain @tashabovain.bsky.social · 14d

I miss the version of me who survived months without validation, who didn't crave scraps of admiration like candy.

I hunger for the woman obsessed with her own company, floating in the current of her becoming.

She returns in fragments, legs dangling like an old doll.

Still, she comes.

#poetry

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edwardstjames.bsky.social @edwardstjames.bsky.social · 15d

CW: SA

The sight of the hotel
Where you pinned me down
#Panic as memory returns
Every morning heart torn

Same fear when we’re in
A room together, waiting
Neatly knowing that a shoe will drop
Even though they say you’re doing better

It’s the same damn panic attack

#emoetry #freeform #poetry

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Tasha Bovain @tashabovain.bsky.social · 15d

The first time I met beauty
was under a man’s gaze—
his hunger crawling up my neck,
his pulse racing,
hands plastered across my face.

Screams pushed through my lungs
to deaf ears,
to a fierce tongue.

Beauty felt like a mystery.
And a curse.

#100daysofwriting #micropoetry #writingcommunity

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Tasha Bovain @tashabovain.bsky.social · 16d

Your heart split into two:
before love, after heartbreak.
Devastation’s parting gift.
Eyes unmuted.

No more fairy tales,
only brave steps
through love’s fire.

No one can break your shell
without becoming a ghost.

#100daysofwriting #micropoetry #poem

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Tasha Bovain @tashabovain.bsky.social · 17d

I trace freedom with my fingers. Sticky and warm, I jut out my tongue to taste it. Then men in suits, with perfectly manicured nails, slap it from my hands and tell me I’m not qualified to want beyond what they’ve chosen for me.

#poetry #100daysofwriting #WIP

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yeehaw poems 👑 @yeehawpoems.bsky.social · 17d

For within my fears
I only find my own
internal rejections

and within my
internal fears I only find
my externalized rejections

#poetry

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Tasha Bovain @tashabovain.bsky.social · 18d

Disapproval followed us,
from kitchen
to church
to work.
Our hands reached for understanding,
but were met with bulldozers of tradition.

#micropoem #poetry #poem #100daysofwriting #writingcommunity #WIP

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