Juniper Wren
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Writer & poet who prefers pen and paper| Book lover, folklore fan, and always chasing a good story.
Ps I hate Ai I will never use it
Ps I hate Ai I will never use it
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Littera Scripta Manet—
The Written Words Endure
The Written Words Endure
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Cream of Creativity
Sing your merry tune,
I await my muse.
Through sacred design,
A floury shrine.
O’er the marble sea,
To the hearth where fragrant dreams arise,
And no bold waft of craft does shy.
#mpprompt #writer #poet #creativity #writerscommunity
Cream of Creativity
Sing your merry tune,
I await my muse.
Through sacred design,
A floury shrine.
O’er the marble sea,
To the hearth where fragrant dreams arise,
And no bold waft of craft does shy.
#mpprompt #writer #poet #creativity #writerscommunity
Today’s #poetry #prompt:
Sing me the praise of something!
TESTIFY!
Don’t forget to tag it #mpprompt
#poetrycommunity #writing #writercommunity
Sing me the praise of something!
TESTIFY!
Don’t forget to tag it #mpprompt
#poetrycommunity #writing #writercommunity
June 21, 2025 at 3:36 PM
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Cream of Creativity
Sing your merry tune,
I await my muse.
Through sacred design,
A floury shrine.
O’er the marble sea,
To the hearth where fragrant dreams arise,
And no bold waft of craft does shy.
#mpprompt #writer #poet #creativity #writerscommunity
Cream of Creativity
Sing your merry tune,
I await my muse.
Through sacred design,
A floury shrine.
O’er the marble sea,
To the hearth where fragrant dreams arise,
And no bold waft of craft does shy.
#mpprompt #writer #poet #creativity #writerscommunity
I would much prefer to see the lovely
way she walks and the radiant glance of her face than the war-chariots of the Lydians or
20 their footsoldiers in arms.
—Sappho
#pridemonth #lesbian #ancientgays #poetry #ancientpoet
way she walks and the radiant glance of her face than the war-chariots of the Lydians or
20 their footsoldiers in arms.
—Sappho
#pridemonth #lesbian #ancientgays #poetry #ancientpoet
June 3, 2025 at 4:21 PM
I would much prefer to see the lovely
way she walks and the radiant glance of her face than the war-chariots of the Lydians or
20 their footsoldiers in arms.
—Sappho
#pridemonth #lesbian #ancientgays #poetry #ancientpoet
way she walks and the radiant glance of her face than the war-chariots of the Lydians or
20 their footsoldiers in arms.
—Sappho
#pridemonth #lesbian #ancientgays #poetry #ancientpoet
June 1, 2025 at 7:50 PM
Rain-soaked earth sighs low—
sunlight warms the quiet leaves,
a hush holds the air.
#poetry #micropoetry #haiku #writerscommunity
sunlight warms the quiet leaves,
a hush holds the air.
#poetry #micropoetry #haiku #writerscommunity
June 1, 2025 at 7:36 PM
Rain-soaked earth sighs low—
sunlight warms the quiet leaves,
a hush holds the air.
#poetry #micropoetry #haiku #writerscommunity
sunlight warms the quiet leaves,
a hush holds the air.
#poetry #micropoetry #haiku #writerscommunity
May 31, 2025 at 6:18 AM
There once was a gal named Junibug,
With guts like a lion, and one hell of a shrug.
Though no balls in her jeans,
She still shattered routines—
Put ten men to shame with one fearless slug.
#poetry #limerick #blueskypoet
With guts like a lion, and one hell of a shrug.
Though no balls in her jeans,
She still shattered routines—
Put ten men to shame with one fearless slug.
#poetry #limerick #blueskypoet
April 30, 2025 at 6:15 PM
There once was a gal named Junibug,
With guts like a lion, and one hell of a shrug.
Though no balls in her jeans,
She still shattered routines—
Put ten men to shame with one fearless slug.
#poetry #limerick #blueskypoet
With guts like a lion, and one hell of a shrug.
Though no balls in her jeans,
She still shattered routines—
Put ten men to shame with one fearless slug.
#poetry #limerick #blueskypoet
An ancient hymn bound in skin.
A silent beat drumming a flowing rhythm—
slow, heavy. As the goddess moves, so does her gospel in red—
drumming, flowing, a blood sacrifice for the end of an old era.
#bluskypoet #poetry #poem #mythic #veiledpoetry #RawWords
A silent beat drumming a flowing rhythm—
slow, heavy. As the goddess moves, so does her gospel in red—
drumming, flowing, a blood sacrifice for the end of an old era.
#bluskypoet #poetry #poem #mythic #veiledpoetry #RawWords
April 27, 2025 at 6:56 PM
An ancient hymn bound in skin.
A silent beat drumming a flowing rhythm—
slow, heavy. As the goddess moves, so does her gospel in red—
drumming, flowing, a blood sacrifice for the end of an old era.
#bluskypoet #poetry #poem #mythic #veiledpoetry #RawWords
A silent beat drumming a flowing rhythm—
slow, heavy. As the goddess moves, so does her gospel in red—
drumming, flowing, a blood sacrifice for the end of an old era.
#bluskypoet #poetry #poem #mythic #veiledpoetry #RawWords
Y’all, this is my favorite holiday:
Happy earth day!
#earthday #nature #plantkindness #blueskypoet
#BeKindtoNature #ecosystem #cleanenergy #recycling #renewableresources #savetheearth
Happy earth day!
#earthday #nature #plantkindness #blueskypoet
#BeKindtoNature #ecosystem #cleanenergy #recycling #renewableresources #savetheearth
April 22, 2025 at 3:07 PM
Y’all, this is my favorite holiday:
Happy earth day!
#earthday #nature #plantkindness #blueskypoet
#BeKindtoNature #ecosystem #cleanenergy #recycling #renewableresources #savetheearth
Happy earth day!
#earthday #nature #plantkindness #blueskypoet
#BeKindtoNature #ecosystem #cleanenergy #recycling #renewableresources #savetheearth
Hey—
The Earth is not crying out in poems.
It’s cracking,
burning,
going still where it once sang.
But you
can kneel in the dirt,
plant roots instead of apathy,
offer water, time,
a hand full of seeds.
It’s not too late.
Not if we move like the trees:
together,
quiet,
but unstoppable.
#earthday
The Earth is not crying out in poems.
It’s cracking,
burning,
going still where it once sang.
But you
can kneel in the dirt,
plant roots instead of apathy,
offer water, time,
a hand full of seeds.
It’s not too late.
Not if we move like the trees:
together,
quiet,
but unstoppable.
#earthday
April 22, 2025 at 3:02 PM
Hey—
The Earth is not crying out in poems.
It’s cracking,
burning,
going still where it once sang.
But you
can kneel in the dirt,
plant roots instead of apathy,
offer water, time,
a hand full of seeds.
It’s not too late.
Not if we move like the trees:
together,
quiet,
but unstoppable.
#earthday
The Earth is not crying out in poems.
It’s cracking,
burning,
going still where it once sang.
But you
can kneel in the dirt,
plant roots instead of apathy,
offer water, time,
a hand full of seeds.
It’s not too late.
Not if we move like the trees:
together,
quiet,
but unstoppable.
#earthday
Heatstroke
I saw your shadow
and begged it to touch me.
Even your absence
smells like sin.
I kissed the thought of you
until my mouth bled,
and still
you didn’t come.
#lust #BlueskyRelay #poetry #goingmad #freeverse
I saw your shadow
and begged it to touch me.
Even your absence
smells like sin.
I kissed the thought of you
until my mouth bled,
and still
you didn’t come.
#lust #BlueskyRelay #poetry #goingmad #freeverse
April 11, 2025 at 3:17 PM
Heatstroke
I saw your shadow
and begged it to touch me.
Even your absence
smells like sin.
I kissed the thought of you
until my mouth bled,
and still
you didn’t come.
#lust #BlueskyRelay #poetry #goingmad #freeverse
I saw your shadow
and begged it to touch me.
Even your absence
smells like sin.
I kissed the thought of you
until my mouth bled,
and still
you didn’t come.
#lust #BlueskyRelay #poetry #goingmad #freeverse
Soft plum's gentle kiss,
Whispered breath, a tender touch,
In stillness, we bloom.
#haiku #poetry #wordart #writer #writerscommunity #poet #intimatepoem
Whispered breath, a tender touch,
In stillness, we bloom.
#haiku #poetry #wordart #writer #writerscommunity #poet #intimatepoem
March 26, 2025 at 6:51 PM
Soft plum's gentle kiss,
Whispered breath, a tender touch,
In stillness, we bloom.
#haiku #poetry #wordart #writer #writerscommunity #poet #intimatepoem
Whispered breath, a tender touch,
In stillness, we bloom.
#haiku #poetry #wordart #writer #writerscommunity #poet #intimatepoem
March 25, 2025 at 8:10 PM
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I made a sequel to my green goddess poem
I made a sequel to my green goddess poem
March 20, 2025 at 12:28 AM
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I made a sequel to my green goddess poem
I made a sequel to my green goddess poem
#sonnet #poetry #wordart #tide
#tremble #never #shore #lament #writer #writingcommunity #deepmeaning #emotionstowords
#tremble #never #shore #lament #writer #writingcommunity #deepmeaning #emotionstowords
March 19, 2025 at 4:48 PM
Golden petals gleam,
whispers dance in emerald—
spring's quiet laughter.
#poetry #haiku #wordart #buttercups #flowers
whispers dance in emerald—
spring's quiet laughter.
#poetry #haiku #wordart #buttercups #flowers
March 9, 2025 at 7:19 PM
Golden petals gleam,
whispers dance in emerald—
spring's quiet laughter.
#poetry #haiku #wordart #buttercups #flowers
whispers dance in emerald—
spring's quiet laughter.
#poetry #haiku #wordart #buttercups #flowers
Thoughts drift like soft mist,
clarity hides in the haze,
mind lost in madness.
#haiku #fog #cantthink #wordart #writerscommunity
clarity hides in the haze,
mind lost in madness.
#haiku #fog #cantthink #wordart #writerscommunity
March 8, 2025 at 5:54 PM
Thoughts drift like soft mist,
clarity hides in the haze,
mind lost in madness.
#haiku #fog #cantthink #wordart #writerscommunity
clarity hides in the haze,
mind lost in madness.
#haiku #fog #cantthink #wordart #writerscommunity
Natural renewal,
dewdrops trace her softened form,
whispers in the rain.
#poetry #wordart #nature #rainshowers #onewithnature
dewdrops trace her softened form,
whispers in the rain.
#poetry #wordart #nature #rainshowers #onewithnature
March 6, 2025 at 9:44 PM
Natural renewal,
dewdrops trace her softened form,
whispers in the rain.
#poetry #wordart #nature #rainshowers #onewithnature
dewdrops trace her softened form,
whispers in the rain.
#poetry #wordart #nature #rainshowers #onewithnature
Was once drab, melancholy,
Now full of vigor, blissful
Whispers of clear skies.
#poetry #haiku #changeofseasons
Now full of vigor, blissful
Whispers of clear skies.
#poetry #haiku #changeofseasons
March 5, 2025 at 2:48 PM
Was once drab, melancholy,
Now full of vigor, blissful
Whispers of clear skies.
#poetry #haiku #changeofseasons
Now full of vigor, blissful
Whispers of clear skies.
#poetry #haiku #changeofseasons
March 3, 2025 at 3:13 AM
February 25, 2025 at 2:24 AM
Grant us eyes, to see the plague, yet blind us, lest we fall undone, the truth, a dark and endless wave, where madness awaits for everyone.
#madness #poetry #goingmad #forbiddenknowledge
#madness #poetry #goingmad #forbiddenknowledge
February 24, 2025 at 5:57 AM
Grant us eyes, to see the plague, yet blind us, lest we fall undone, the truth, a dark and endless wave, where madness awaits for everyone.
#madness #poetry #goingmad #forbiddenknowledge
#madness #poetry #goingmad #forbiddenknowledge
Grace of waltz on green
Forest flowers and midnight
Sky natures hearty bloom
#haiku #nature #poetry #earthbound
Forest flowers and midnight
Sky natures hearty bloom
#haiku #nature #poetry #earthbound
February 19, 2025 at 6:39 PM
Grace of waltz on green
Forest flowers and midnight
Sky natures hearty bloom
#haiku #nature #poetry #earthbound
Forest flowers and midnight
Sky natures hearty bloom
#haiku #nature #poetry #earthbound
Lo! I have found thee, green goddess of yore,
Thy crown of leaves doth wreathe thee fair,
And from thy breast, in moss enrobed,
Falls nature’s veil, both soft and rare.
Thy sylvan sways, a dulcet breath,
Doth stir the dawn from slumb’ring deep,
And in thy step, the earth doth wake.
#poetry #wordart
Thy crown of leaves doth wreathe thee fair,
And from thy breast, in moss enrobed,
Falls nature’s veil, both soft and rare.
Thy sylvan sways, a dulcet breath,
Doth stir the dawn from slumb’ring deep,
And in thy step, the earth doth wake.
#poetry #wordart
February 19, 2025 at 6:04 PM
Killing with words
I pen what I dare not say, it’s ink write bitter truths however grand the sting.
Like the pith of a citron fruit cast afar, rotting and feeling mankind’s vile spurn.
—mighty is the tool of bold words but truly; action compare not.
#poetry #wordart #inkcancut
I pen what I dare not say, it’s ink write bitter truths however grand the sting.
Like the pith of a citron fruit cast afar, rotting and feeling mankind’s vile spurn.
—mighty is the tool of bold words but truly; action compare not.
#poetry #wordart #inkcancut
February 16, 2025 at 10:41 PM
Killing with words
I pen what I dare not say, it’s ink write bitter truths however grand the sting.
Like the pith of a citron fruit cast afar, rotting and feeling mankind’s vile spurn.
—mighty is the tool of bold words but truly; action compare not.
#poetry #wordart #inkcancut
I pen what I dare not say, it’s ink write bitter truths however grand the sting.
Like the pith of a citron fruit cast afar, rotting and feeling mankind’s vile spurn.
—mighty is the tool of bold words but truly; action compare not.
#poetry #wordart #inkcancut