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Short Poem of the Day @shortpoems.bsky.social · 16h

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Lune de la Luna

sky fisherman
finds a hooked moon
dangling on the line

Elizabeth Alford

Short Poem of the Day @shortpoems.bsky.social · 1d

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COMMITMENT

Six inches of snow churned into mud
as the cow circles the stiffening body,
lowing,
urging her calf to rise.
Five days she guards his lifeless form,
from coyotes
and me,
as I leave a daily ration of hay.

Patricia Frolander

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Short Poem of the Day @shortpoems.bsky.social · 2d

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on the plane ride home
sunset rides the wing,
reaching through my window

Elizabeth Alford

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Short Poem of the Day @shortpoems.bsky.social · 3d

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Frog prince

I kissed a frog,
And became a prince.
But, was stolen by another princess.

Leeanne Jjang

Short Poem of the Day @shortpoems.bsky.social · 5d

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Honeybee, Woman

Even the young workers
care for the youngest.
We forage, we dance.
We cook, we clean.
We guard the family.
All in a day's work.

Julie Brooks Barbour

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Short Poem of the Day @shortpoems.bsky.social · 7d

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No Sapling Love

We are two old oaks
rooted each in our patch of earth
leaning together
crowns near enough
for the sparrows to flit
through our mingled branches.

Mary E. O'Dell

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Short Poem of the Day @shortpoems.bsky.social · 8d

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Envoy

The night before last night
I heard that to make songs to girls
And to make prayers to God
Were of equal value In the eyes of time:
Provided, that is, That the prayers
Are sufficiently beautiful.

Anonymous (Burma, 20th century)

Short Poem of the Day @shortpoems.bsky.social · 10d

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Ianthe

From you, Ianthe, little troubles pass
Like little ripples down a sunny river;
Your pleasures spring like daisies in the grass,
Cut down, and up again, as blithe as ever.

Walter Savage Landor (England, 1775–1864)

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Short Poem of the Day @shortpoems.bsky.social · 12d

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Lost

Is the abuse ever going to end?
According to God,
it's considered a sin
I'm battered, bruised and torn apart
How could there be anything left of my heart?
Sorrow and pain
overwhelm my day
LOST for words as
I try to pray

Krista S. Clark

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Short Poem of the Day @shortpoems.bsky.social · 14d

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Extinguished

Spontaneity Connections and chemistry
The heat ripped through us
fast forward through four decades
The fire has been extinguished.

Leslie Deluka

Short Poem of the Day @shortpoems.bsky.social · 15d

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Divorcing the Strong Man

the never retrieved
beads he
cleaved from her neck
clattered to the floor
scattered
beneath the chest
of drawers

Joanie DiMartino

Short Poem of the Day @shortpoems.bsky.social · 17d

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Psalm Two

I don't need a chin to rest upon this clenched fist.

I don't need fists to blindly pound the earth, or sky.

I don't need earth to tell where the body has been or sky to remember where it has not.

John Sibley Willians

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Short Poem of the Day @shortpoems.bsky.social · 18d

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Tears and Leaves
Like leaves in autumn,
tears fall from my eyes,
your name written
gently
upon every one.
Missing you, my heart
shall forever cry
until my final breath
has come and gone.

Blanca Alicia Garza

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Short Poem of the Day @shortpoems.bsky.social · 19d

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Late Look

The last one
died and she
shook with relief,

her house free
from the threat of
sick old people

only to see in
the mirror an
old woman arriving.

A.R. Ammons

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Short Poem of the Day @shortpoems.bsky.social · 21d

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Spaces

You won't listen.
Why?
I'm shouting....
You hear me.
But,
You don't listen.

You say little,
Its always the same.
But,
I listen,
To unspoken words.

And they slowly drive me mad.

paper boats

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Short Poem of the Day @shortpoems.bsky.social · 22d

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Shut Up!

upon the roof of a funeral home
a little bird sings

hey you
hey you
hey you you you

Shut up!
a mortician says
to a corpse

Suchoon Mo

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Short Poem of the Day @shortpoems.bsky.social · 23d

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cycle

she'll wheel (within wheel)
while he'll wheel (within wheel) while
we'll wish them all well

Mark DeCarteret

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Short Poem of the Day @shortpoems.bsky.social · 24d

Poem /Absence
It is dusk, and I am trying
to decipher the meaning of purple.
All I can come up with is the meaning
of need. My reflection in the window,
translucent, frail.
The Rorschach of oil spill
just visible in the faint porch light
where your car belongs.
Amy Ash

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Short Poem of the Day @shortpoems.bsky.social · 26d

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Air Raid

The attic next door looks full of smoke.
Someone cradles a suitcase and steps
out the window. Of course he falls.

Gabriele A. Rollé

Short Poem of the Day @shortpoems.bsky.social · 27d

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This Is Just To Say

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

William Carlos Williams

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Short Poem of the Day @shortpoems.bsky.social · 28d

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To Be Said Over and Over Again

I glance down at my shoe and
—there's the lace!
This can't be gaol then,
can it, in that case.

Gyorgy Petri (Hungary, 1943–2000)

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Short Poem of the Day @shortpoems.bsky.social · 29d

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Life In 10 words

beautifully toxic
is excitement that
still holds weight
through memory

PrttyBrd

Short Poem of the Day @shortpoems.bsky.social · Sep 8

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Open Season

Fifty years
since it stepped
from the brush
the moose
on the wall
smiles

Thom Ward

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Short Poem of the Day @shortpoems.bsky.social · Sep 7

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Black Friday

Tainted Souls lost to
Consumerism -
Human debris
Stumbling
Tearing flesh for
A crumb of pride.

Denise Morgan

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Short Poem of the Day @shortpoems.bsky.social · Sep 6

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No More

Mother curls, hands clawed.
She is warm, but shrunk,
dry as a thing
unearthed. We
hang on each chest fall,
not sad yet, but holding
each our own breath.
Then she is still.

Sherry Chandler

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