Poetry Is Dead
@poetryisdead.bsky.social
Many literary agents say poetry is dead. I say how can it be, we're still alive. If the heart is beating, the bouncing words will land on a page. If we're lucky, they'll land on a heart. sdm/24
Life gets in the way of life.
That's the story
of my life.
sdm/25
That's the story
of my life.
sdm/25
April 18, 2025 at 2:59 PM
Life gets in the way of life.
That's the story
of my life.
sdm/25
That's the story
of my life.
sdm/25
Don't set your watch to me. I have no time to tell. But sometimes, at dusk, the wind under my feet carries me to your street. A lifetime exists in the silent space between me and your screen door. Wave. And I'll wave back. If you have the time. sdm/25
March 9, 2025 at 4:48 PM
Don't set your watch to me. I have no time to tell. But sometimes, at dusk, the wind under my feet carries me to your street. A lifetime exists in the silent space between me and your screen door. Wave. And I'll wave back. If you have the time. sdm/25
I'm not here
for me
anymore.
I'm here
for you.
But.
I don't know
who you
are.
for me
anymore.
I'm here
for you.
But.
I don't know
who you
are.
December 8, 2024 at 4:14 PM
I'm not here
for me
anymore.
I'm here
for you.
But.
I don't know
who you
are.
for me
anymore.
I'm here
for you.
But.
I don't know
who you
are.
Tell a man a tale and he'll listen for a while. Give him something to think about and he'll remember you forever.
December 6, 2024 at 3:40 PM
Tell a man a tale and he'll listen for a while. Give him something to think about and he'll remember you forever.
I saw you.
Leaf.
Released from your twig.
Dive into the wind wave.
Floating.
Landing.
Silently.
Soilful.
Perhaps you'll be a seed.
Time will tell.
The twig is bare.
Is it lonely?
Or does it feel liberated?
Alas, I do not know.
For I,
I am not a leaf.
Leaf.
Released from your twig.
Dive into the wind wave.
Floating.
Landing.
Silently.
Soilful.
Perhaps you'll be a seed.
Time will tell.
The twig is bare.
Is it lonely?
Or does it feel liberated?
Alas, I do not know.
For I,
I am not a leaf.
December 3, 2024 at 5:21 PM
I saw you.
Leaf.
Released from your twig.
Dive into the wind wave.
Floating.
Landing.
Silently.
Soilful.
Perhaps you'll be a seed.
Time will tell.
The twig is bare.
Is it lonely?
Or does it feel liberated?
Alas, I do not know.
For I,
I am not a leaf.
Leaf.
Released from your twig.
Dive into the wind wave.
Floating.
Landing.
Silently.
Soilful.
Perhaps you'll be a seed.
Time will tell.
The twig is bare.
Is it lonely?
Or does it feel liberated?
Alas, I do not know.
For I,
I am not a leaf.
Life is about doing better.
Always doing better.
You try.
To do better.
Though it feels like a fool's errand.
Still you try.
To do better.
So that others attempt.
At least.
To do better.
Always doing better.
You try.
To do better.
Though it feels like a fool's errand.
Still you try.
To do better.
So that others attempt.
At least.
To do better.
December 2, 2024 at 2:47 PM
Life is about doing better.
Always doing better.
You try.
To do better.
Though it feels like a fool's errand.
Still you try.
To do better.
So that others attempt.
At least.
To do better.
Always doing better.
You try.
To do better.
Though it feels like a fool's errand.
Still you try.
To do better.
So that others attempt.
At least.
To do better.
I gave you my years.
So, these last few tears?
I'm keeping them.
So, these last few tears?
I'm keeping them.
December 1, 2024 at 1:07 PM
I gave you my years.
So, these last few tears?
I'm keeping them.
So, these last few tears?
I'm keeping them.
The greatest show on earth is life's portrayal of innocence in act one, burst open by its awakenings in act two. When the house lights flicker for act three, the spotlight isn't on the stage. It shines on those who return to their seats.
November 30, 2024 at 3:14 PM
The greatest show on earth is life's portrayal of innocence in act one, burst open by its awakenings in act two. When the house lights flicker for act three, the spotlight isn't on the stage. It shines on those who return to their seats.
I don't remember tomorrow. If I did, I would wear it as a badge of reflection. But I have no memory of it, only the shroud I wear as I approach it anonymously.
November 29, 2024 at 1:55 PM
I don't remember tomorrow. If I did, I would wear it as a badge of reflection. But I have no memory of it, only the shroud I wear as I approach it anonymously.
There you were, smiling with those deeply distant eyes. Hiding behind everyone I've ever loved. Tugging at me as if you were never there.
November 28, 2024 at 1:47 PM
There you were, smiling with those deeply distant eyes. Hiding behind everyone I've ever loved. Tugging at me as if you were never there.
Sunrise promises a new day. Moonlight promises its end. Nature makes no other promises.
So, I embrace the light & dance without it at night. Nature makes no other promises. Only the gift of the sun and moon to spend our hours.
I'll hold you close tonight and wake you at sunrise. I promise.
So, I embrace the light & dance without it at night. Nature makes no other promises. Only the gift of the sun and moon to spend our hours.
I'll hold you close tonight and wake you at sunrise. I promise.
November 27, 2024 at 10:25 PM
Sunrise promises a new day. Moonlight promises its end. Nature makes no other promises.
So, I embrace the light & dance without it at night. Nature makes no other promises. Only the gift of the sun and moon to spend our hours.
I'll hold you close tonight and wake you at sunrise. I promise.
So, I embrace the light & dance without it at night. Nature makes no other promises. Only the gift of the sun and moon to spend our hours.
I'll hold you close tonight and wake you at sunrise. I promise.
You did it. You opened the door to the past. A past you walked away from. A past with no future. When you find the strength to close it again, don't collapse behind it and cry dry tears. Don't let it steal more years. One day, you'll see you saved yourself from your affinity for illusion.
November 26, 2024 at 3:34 PM
You did it. You opened the door to the past. A past you walked away from. A past with no future. When you find the strength to close it again, don't collapse behind it and cry dry tears. Don't let it steal more years. One day, you'll see you saved yourself from your affinity for illusion.
They say poetry is dead.
Choked on its last ember
by an AI prompter with no original thought. I say it's all in our head.
Choked on its last ember
by an AI prompter with no original thought. I say it's all in our head.
November 25, 2024 at 2:36 PM
They say poetry is dead.
Choked on its last ember
by an AI prompter with no original thought. I say it's all in our head.
Choked on its last ember
by an AI prompter with no original thought. I say it's all in our head.
Like the shift of daylight to darkness, what is true is also false. Veiled between the Sun and the Moon.
Are we dark?
Or are we light?
We seek clarity most as we near the edge of one or the other.
Wherever you land, you were never right or wrong. Only hidden from the light or blinded by it.
Are we dark?
Or are we light?
We seek clarity most as we near the edge of one or the other.
Wherever you land, you were never right or wrong. Only hidden from the light or blinded by it.
November 24, 2024 at 3:12 PM
Like the shift of daylight to darkness, what is true is also false. Veiled between the Sun and the Moon.
Are we dark?
Or are we light?
We seek clarity most as we near the edge of one or the other.
Wherever you land, you were never right or wrong. Only hidden from the light or blinded by it.
Are we dark?
Or are we light?
We seek clarity most as we near the edge of one or the other.
Wherever you land, you were never right or wrong. Only hidden from the light or blinded by it.
The human body is a suit our spirit borrows from nature while learning how to dance.
November 23, 2024 at 3:20 PM
The human body is a suit our spirit borrows from nature while learning how to dance.
When we stop looking at the truth, it disappears.
November 22, 2024 at 12:22 PM
When we stop looking at the truth, it disappears.
I thought I could see.
Turn's out I've been blind
my whole life.
Angered by anyone
who told me
I was blind.
They were just
helping me
not fall.
I was all, go away
you don't see me.
Guess what?
I am blind and now too far
from anyone who told me
I could see.
Turn's out I've been blind
my whole life.
Angered by anyone
who told me
I was blind.
They were just
helping me
not fall.
I was all, go away
you don't see me.
Guess what?
I am blind and now too far
from anyone who told me
I could see.
November 21, 2024 at 1:51 PM
I thought I could see.
Turn's out I've been blind
my whole life.
Angered by anyone
who told me
I was blind.
They were just
helping me
not fall.
I was all, go away
you don't see me.
Guess what?
I am blind and now too far
from anyone who told me
I could see.
Turn's out I've been blind
my whole life.
Angered by anyone
who told me
I was blind.
They were just
helping me
not fall.
I was all, go away
you don't see me.
Guess what?
I am blind and now too far
from anyone who told me
I could see.
I just can't shake it. The near whole of it. Taking what was best about today and hiding it. Tonight. Be what you are. Half the truth. I'll see my way again. Just wait.Your light won't steal my dreams. Your deflection won't mislead me. Go ahead. Be full. Be bright. Be the light. Tonight's moon.
November 19, 2024 at 3:50 PM
I just can't shake it. The near whole of it. Taking what was best about today and hiding it. Tonight. Be what you are. Half the truth. I'll see my way again. Just wait.Your light won't steal my dreams. Your deflection won't mislead me. Go ahead. Be full. Be bright. Be the light. Tonight's moon.
You stand there.
I'll stand here.
I'll stand here.
November 19, 2024 at 1:34 AM
You stand there.
I'll stand here.
I'll stand here.