A. Velmont
@avelmont.bsky.social
Painting with words.
Taking a step and sharing my #poetry here and appreciating yours. Not a poet, just offbeat.
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Taking a step and sharing my #poetry here and appreciating yours. Not a poet, just offbeat.
- [21+] No tw for writings
- https://aprilvelmont.com
- pfp: @hayraailee.bsky.social
January 8, 2026 at 8:01 PM
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January 7, 2026 at 9:48 PM
January 7, 2026 at 9:45 PM
Holiday Fever
Snowflakes fall so still
Christmas lights blur in bokeh
Tire and bone screeches
#haiku #poetry #writingcommunity
Snowflakes fall so still
Christmas lights blur in bokeh
Tire and bone screeches
#haiku #poetry #writingcommunity
December 28, 2025 at 6:47 AM
Holiday Fever
Snowflakes fall so still
Christmas lights blur in bokeh
Tire and bone screeches
#haiku #poetry #writingcommunity
Snowflakes fall so still
Christmas lights blur in bokeh
Tire and bone screeches
#haiku #poetry #writingcommunity
November 26, 2025 at 3:17 PM
#vss365 #poem #writingcommunity
he sits by the smudged window
on a public #transport
wasting his time
watching the pale city pass
to toil away for a plate
to eat
does the transport work all day
for a bit of gas?
he sits by the smudged window
on a public #transport
wasting his time
watching the pale city pass
to toil away for a plate
to eat
does the transport work all day
for a bit of gas?
November 15, 2025 at 1:17 PM
#vss365 #poem #writingcommunity
he sits by the smudged window
on a public #transport
wasting his time
watching the pale city pass
to toil away for a plate
to eat
does the transport work all day
for a bit of gas?
he sits by the smudged window
on a public #transport
wasting his time
watching the pale city pass
to toil away for a plate
to eat
does the transport work all day
for a bit of gas?
#vss365 #poem
history has been written,
lessons turned #literature.
still we turn a blind eye
to repeat it, with new
lies.
history has been written,
lessons turned #literature.
still we turn a blind eye
to repeat it, with new
lies.
November 10, 2025 at 9:41 PM
#vss365 #poem
history has been written,
lessons turned #literature.
still we turn a blind eye
to repeat it, with new
lies.
history has been written,
lessons turned #literature.
still we turn a blind eye
to repeat it, with new
lies.
Reposted by A. Velmont
September 30, 2025 at 9:00 AM
#vss365 #poem #writingcommunity
A breathing #conundrum,
this thirst for reason in a world of stone.
I ask the question with my teeth,
a prayer of grit and bone.
The sky answers with a blank, blue heat.
The only punchline is a punch on the jaw,
and this mad laugh crawling up my throat.
A breathing #conundrum,
this thirst for reason in a world of stone.
I ask the question with my teeth,
a prayer of grit and bone.
The sky answers with a blank, blue heat.
The only punchline is a punch on the jaw,
and this mad laugh crawling up my throat.
September 30, 2025 at 2:36 PM
#vss365 #poem #writingcommunity
A breathing #conundrum,
this thirst for reason in a world of stone.
I ask the question with my teeth,
a prayer of grit and bone.
The sky answers with a blank, blue heat.
The only punchline is a punch on the jaw,
and this mad laugh crawling up my throat.
A breathing #conundrum,
this thirst for reason in a world of stone.
I ask the question with my teeth,
a prayer of grit and bone.
The sky answers with a blank, blue heat.
The only punchline is a punch on the jaw,
and this mad laugh crawling up my throat.
#vss365 #poem
in the sunless canyons of the pacific,
ancient dread sleeps on its cradle
of basalt and bone
feeding on #sublimate d dreams, it waits
in a silent lullaby, until the moon is right
and eternity dies
in the sunless canyons of the pacific,
ancient dread sleeps on its cradle
of basalt and bone
feeding on #sublimate d dreams, it waits
in a silent lullaby, until the moon is right
and eternity dies
September 30, 2025 at 3:56 AM
#vss365 #poem
in the sunless canyons of the pacific,
ancient dread sleeps on its cradle
of basalt and bone
feeding on #sublimate d dreams, it waits
in a silent lullaby, until the moon is right
and eternity dies
in the sunless canyons of the pacific,
ancient dread sleeps on its cradle
of basalt and bone
feeding on #sublimate d dreams, it waits
in a silent lullaby, until the moon is right
and eternity dies
Reposted by A. Velmont
#vss365 #style #poetry #poem #poetrycommunity
Je ne sais quoi,
She walks in style,
Of casual bourgeois,
With enigmatic smile.
Clothed in mist,
And grey shadows,
I found a kiss,
But what else,
Who knows?
—GoRhyme
Je ne sais quoi,
She walks in style,
Of casual bourgeois,
With enigmatic smile.
Clothed in mist,
And grey shadows,
I found a kiss,
But what else,
Who knows?
—GoRhyme
September 13, 2025 at 1:18 PM
#vss365 #style #poetry #poem #poetrycommunity
Je ne sais quoi,
She walks in style,
Of casual bourgeois,
With enigmatic smile.
Clothed in mist,
And grey shadows,
I found a kiss,
But what else,
Who knows?
—GoRhyme
Je ne sais quoi,
She walks in style,
Of casual bourgeois,
With enigmatic smile.
Clothed in mist,
And grey shadows,
I found a kiss,
But what else,
Who knows?
—GoRhyme
Reposted by A. Velmont
#vss365 #potential #poetry #poem
It has so much potential,
This rock above my head.
An energy dread existential,
For if it was kinetic,
I’d be dead.
So watch for earthquakes,
Or things that go bump.
And I hope for my sake,
The rock,
Remains a quiet lump.
—GoRhyme
It has so much potential,
This rock above my head.
An energy dread existential,
For if it was kinetic,
I’d be dead.
So watch for earthquakes,
Or things that go bump.
And I hope for my sake,
The rock,
Remains a quiet lump.
—GoRhyme
September 12, 2025 at 6:19 PM
#vss365 #potential #poetry #poem
It has so much potential,
This rock above my head.
An energy dread existential,
For if it was kinetic,
I’d be dead.
So watch for earthquakes,
Or things that go bump.
And I hope for my sake,
The rock,
Remains a quiet lump.
—GoRhyme
It has so much potential,
This rock above my head.
An energy dread existential,
For if it was kinetic,
I’d be dead.
So watch for earthquakes,
Or things that go bump.
And I hope for my sake,
The rock,
Remains a quiet lump.
—GoRhyme
Reposted by A. Velmont
September 10, 2025 at 2:39 PM
#vss365
The water smashes down,
with cold and endless roar.
It beats against the stone,
and asks for more and more.
The shock of it is never gone,
just weights and spray.
A life made #bearable,
by weathering the day.
But in the constant wet stain,
a soft and stubborn moss
finds life inside the pain.
The water smashes down,
with cold and endless roar.
It beats against the stone,
and asks for more and more.
The shock of it is never gone,
just weights and spray.
A life made #bearable,
by weathering the day.
But in the constant wet stain,
a soft and stubborn moss
finds life inside the pain.
September 10, 2025 at 9:54 PM
Reposted by A. Velmont
September 8, 2025 at 2:03 PM
How someone in a #conscious mind accept the current unnatural state of life, without rebelling, as it was the last sane thought they could have. Most like to have a tea party in the rabbit hole.
#vss365
#vss365
September 4, 2025 at 9:12 PM
How someone in a #conscious mind accept the current unnatural state of life, without rebelling, as it was the last sane thought they could have. Most like to have a tea party in the rabbit hole.
#vss365
#vss365
Reposted by A. Velmont
Mermaid rising from the sea, by Henry John Stock (1930)
September 4, 2025 at 8:49 PM
Mermaid rising from the sea, by Henry John Stock (1930)
Reposted by A. Velmont
My backyard Indigo Bunting back in May. #birds #birding #indigobunting #Ancaster #HamOnt #Bobsbackyard
August 27, 2025 at 11:09 AM
My backyard Indigo Bunting back in May. #birds #birding #indigobunting #Ancaster #HamOnt #Bobsbackyard
Reposted by A. Velmont
September 2, 2025 at 2:20 PM
Reposted by A. Velmont
A Soul in Hell, By Evelyn De Morgan (1902)
September 3, 2025 at 7:37 PM
A Soul in Hell, By Evelyn De Morgan (1902)
A stagnant bile, repugnant.
The flesh indignant.
A silence, pregnant
with a poignant rot.
A claimant defiant,
vile and #malignant.
#vss365 #poem
The flesh indignant.
A silence, pregnant
with a poignant rot.
A claimant defiant,
vile and #malignant.
#vss365 #poem
August 28, 2025 at 5:45 PM
A stagnant bile, repugnant.
The flesh indignant.
A silence, pregnant
with a poignant rot.
A claimant defiant,
vile and #malignant.
#vss365 #poem
The flesh indignant.
A silence, pregnant
with a poignant rot.
A claimant defiant,
vile and #malignant.
#vss365 #poem