#BadPoet #Poem #NarrativePoetry #Writing #Shame
Thread - 1/8 <—
“Shame Walks the Long Way Home”
Shame was born
in a silent room.
Where warnings whispered
soft as gloom.
They turned away
from every cry.
Pretending wrongs
would drift and die.
Thread - 1/8 <—
“Shame Walks the Long Way Home”
Shame was born
in a silent room.
Where warnings whispered
soft as gloom.
They turned away
from every cry.
Pretending wrongs
would drift and die.
November 9, 2025 at 11:28 PM
#BadPoet #Poem #NarrativePoetry #Writing #Shame
Thread - 1/8 <—
“Shame Walks the Long Way Home”
Shame was born
in a silent room.
Where warnings whispered
soft as gloom.
They turned away
from every cry.
Pretending wrongs
would drift and die.
Thread - 1/8 <—
“Shame Walks the Long Way Home”
Shame was born
in a silent room.
Where warnings whispered
soft as gloom.
They turned away
from every cry.
Pretending wrongs
would drift and die.
#BadPoet #Poem #NarrativePoetry #Writing
Thread - 1/5 <-
“The Second Set of Four”
They put on a show,
with laughter spun.
Intentions blurred
beneath the sun.
Too bright to see,
too loud to hear.
The truth bent close,
then disappeared.
1/5
Thread - 1/5 <-
“The Second Set of Four”
They put on a show,
with laughter spun.
Intentions blurred
beneath the sun.
Too bright to see,
too loud to hear.
The truth bent close,
then disappeared.
1/5
November 7, 2025 at 11:54 PM
#BadPoet #Poem #NarrativePoetry #Writing
Thread - 1/5 <-
“The Second Set of Four”
They put on a show,
with laughter spun.
Intentions blurred
beneath the sun.
Too bright to see,
too loud to hear.
The truth bent close,
then disappeared.
1/5
Thread - 1/5 <-
“The Second Set of Four”
They put on a show,
with laughter spun.
Intentions blurred
beneath the sun.
Too bright to see,
too loud to hear.
The truth bent close,
then disappeared.
1/5
#BadPoet #Poem #Poetry #Writing #NarrativePoetry #ThePleiades #HopeULikeIt
It takes a thread - 1/9 <—-
“Dance of Seven Sisters”
Upon the breast
of night they gleam.
Seven souls
from an ancient dream.
Daughter’s Atlas,
steadfast, strong.
And Pleione,
who sang their song.
1/9
It takes a thread - 1/9 <—-
“Dance of Seven Sisters”
Upon the breast
of night they gleam.
Seven souls
from an ancient dream.
Daughter’s Atlas,
steadfast, strong.
And Pleione,
who sang their song.
1/9
November 7, 2025 at 2:29 AM
#BadPoet #Poem #Poetry #Writing #NarrativePoetry #ThePleiades #HopeULikeIt
It takes a thread - 1/9 <—-
“Dance of Seven Sisters”
Upon the breast
of night they gleam.
Seven souls
from an ancient dream.
Daughter’s Atlas,
steadfast, strong.
And Pleione,
who sang their song.
1/9
It takes a thread - 1/9 <—-
“Dance of Seven Sisters”
Upon the breast
of night they gleam.
Seven souls
from an ancient dream.
Daughter’s Atlas,
steadfast, strong.
And Pleione,
who sang their song.
1/9
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November 6, 2025 at 11:03 PM
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#BadPoet #Poem #Poetry #NarrativePoetry #WritingMine
It’s a short thread - 1/6 <-
“The World Turned Sideways”
Time stayed firm,
it wouldn’t bend,
but space forgot
which way to send.
The ground slipped loose
beneath our shoes.
And reason lost
its well-worn cues.
It’s a short thread - 1/6 <-
“The World Turned Sideways”
Time stayed firm,
it wouldn’t bend,
but space forgot
which way to send.
The ground slipped loose
beneath our shoes.
And reason lost
its well-worn cues.
November 4, 2025 at 3:09 AM
#BadPoet #Poem #Poetry #NarrativePoetry #WritingMine
It’s a short thread - 1/6 <-
“The World Turned Sideways”
Time stayed firm,
it wouldn’t bend,
but space forgot
which way to send.
The ground slipped loose
beneath our shoes.
And reason lost
its well-worn cues.
It’s a short thread - 1/6 <-
“The World Turned Sideways”
Time stayed firm,
it wouldn’t bend,
but space forgot
which way to send.
The ground slipped loose
beneath our shoes.
And reason lost
its well-worn cues.
#BadPoet #NarrativePoetry #Writing #SpiritOfAThing
Lil thread - 1/3
“I Am Anticipation of Acceptance”
I am the hush
before the “yes”.
A trembling heart
in soft duress.
The breath that lingers,
caught between,
what’s been said
and what’s unseen.
Lil thread - 1/3
“I Am Anticipation of Acceptance”
I am the hush
before the “yes”.
A trembling heart
in soft duress.
The breath that lingers,
caught between,
what’s been said
and what’s unseen.
October 29, 2025 at 12:47 AM
#BadPoet #NarrativePoetry #Writing #SpiritOfAThing
Lil thread - 1/3
“I Am Anticipation of Acceptance”
I am the hush
before the “yes”.
A trembling heart
in soft duress.
The breath that lingers,
caught between,
what’s been said
and what’s unseen.
Lil thread - 1/3
“I Am Anticipation of Acceptance”
I am the hush
before the “yes”.
A trembling heart
in soft duress.
The breath that lingers,
caught between,
what’s been said
and what’s unseen.
#BadPoet #NarrativePoetry #Writing
Short lil thread 1/5 <—-
“If You Didn’t Send Them”
If you didn’t send them,
it still would be strange.
They made all that noise,
stripped right from your fame.
Their laughter was borrowed,
their phrasing the same.
Too near to your spirit
to call it by name.
Short lil thread 1/5 <—-
“If You Didn’t Send Them”
If you didn’t send them,
it still would be strange.
They made all that noise,
stripped right from your fame.
Their laughter was borrowed,
their phrasing the same.
Too near to your spirit
to call it by name.
October 21, 2025 at 7:00 PM
#BadPoet #NarrativePoetry #Writing
Short lil thread 1/5 <—-
“If You Didn’t Send Them”
If you didn’t send them,
it still would be strange.
They made all that noise,
stripped right from your fame.
Their laughter was borrowed,
their phrasing the same.
Too near to your spirit
to call it by name.
Short lil thread 1/5 <—-
“If You Didn’t Send Them”
If you didn’t send them,
it still would be strange.
They made all that noise,
stripped right from your fame.
Their laughter was borrowed,
their phrasing the same.
Too near to your spirit
to call it by name.
#BadPoet #NarrativePoetry #Poem #Freedom #CornerStones
short thread 1/7 <—-
“The Torch Still Burns”
They built a dream
from dust and flame.
With faith that freedom
had a name.
Their hands were worn,
their hearts were true.
They forged a hope
for me and you.
short thread 1/7 <—-
“The Torch Still Burns”
They built a dream
from dust and flame.
With faith that freedom
had a name.
Their hands were worn,
their hearts were true.
They forged a hope
for me and you.
October 21, 2025 at 2:12 PM
#BadPoet #NarrativePoetry #Poem #Freedom #CornerStones
short thread 1/7 <—-
“The Torch Still Burns”
They built a dream
from dust and flame.
With faith that freedom
had a name.
Their hands were worn,
their hearts were true.
They forged a hope
for me and you.
short thread 1/7 <—-
“The Torch Still Burns”
They built a dream
from dust and flame.
With faith that freedom
had a name.
Their hands were worn,
their hearts were true.
They forged a hope
for me and you.
#BadPoet #NarrativePoetry #Writing #Poetry #Shapewords
It’s a lil thread - 1/4 <—
“Outside the Circle”
I stand
where lanterns softly gleam.
Just past the edge
of someone’s dream.
The voices rise,
a woven thread,
of hearts that hum
the words unsaid.
It’s a lil thread - 1/4 <—
“Outside the Circle”
I stand
where lanterns softly gleam.
Just past the edge
of someone’s dream.
The voices rise,
a woven thread,
of hearts that hum
the words unsaid.
October 14, 2025 at 2:21 PM
#BadPoet #NarrativePoetry #Writing #Poetry #Shapewords
It’s a lil thread - 1/4 <—
“Outside the Circle”
I stand
where lanterns softly gleam.
Just past the edge
of someone’s dream.
The voices rise,
a woven thread,
of hearts that hum
the words unsaid.
It’s a lil thread - 1/4 <—
“Outside the Circle”
I stand
where lanterns softly gleam.
Just past the edge
of someone’s dream.
The voices rise,
a woven thread,
of hearts that hum
the words unsaid.
#BadPoet #NarrativePoetry #poem
Thread 1/7 <—-
“Defensive of the Dream”
The flag flutters tight
at dusk in restless skies.
The American way, trembling,
not perfect, but wise.
It rose on ideals
that were never pure gold.
Slowly seeking fair measure
for every soul to hold.
Thread 1/7 <—-
“Defensive of the Dream”
The flag flutters tight
at dusk in restless skies.
The American way, trembling,
not perfect, but wise.
It rose on ideals
that were never pure gold.
Slowly seeking fair measure
for every soul to hold.
October 11, 2025 at 2:28 AM
#BadPoet #NarrativePoetry #poem
Thread 1/7 <—-
“Defensive of the Dream”
The flag flutters tight
at dusk in restless skies.
The American way, trembling,
not perfect, but wise.
It rose on ideals
that were never pure gold.
Slowly seeking fair measure
for every soul to hold.
Thread 1/7 <—-
“Defensive of the Dream”
The flag flutters tight
at dusk in restless skies.
The American way, trembling,
not perfect, but wise.
It rose on ideals
that were never pure gold.
Slowly seeking fair measure
for every soul to hold.
#BadPoet #NarrativePoetry #Writing #Poem
short thread 1/3 <—
“Crossed the Ice”
We spoke like skaters
on thin ice,
Each word a blade
that sliced concise.
You flared a spark…
brief, bright, then gone.
A match struck fast,
then carried on.
short thread 1/3 <—
“Crossed the Ice”
We spoke like skaters
on thin ice,
Each word a blade
that sliced concise.
You flared a spark…
brief, bright, then gone.
A match struck fast,
then carried on.
October 10, 2025 at 12:33 AM
#BadPoet #NarrativePoetry #Writing #Poem
short thread 1/3 <—
“Crossed the Ice”
We spoke like skaters
on thin ice,
Each word a blade
that sliced concise.
You flared a spark…
brief, bright, then gone.
A match struck fast,
then carried on.
short thread 1/3 <—
“Crossed the Ice”
We spoke like skaters
on thin ice,
Each word a blade
that sliced concise.
You flared a spark…
brief, bright, then gone.
A match struck fast,
then carried on.
#BadPoet #narrativepoetry #writing #fiction #poem
Thread 1/6 <—
“The Silent Listener”
I dwell
where whispers turn to air,
Where sound and silence
meet mid prayer.
A hush between
the note and tone,
I hear what’s never
quite been known.
Thread 1/6 <—
“The Silent Listener”
I dwell
where whispers turn to air,
Where sound and silence
meet mid prayer.
A hush between
the note and tone,
I hear what’s never
quite been known.
October 7, 2025 at 2:24 AM
#BadPoet #narrativepoetry #writing #fiction #poem
Thread 1/6 <—
“The Silent Listener”
I dwell
where whispers turn to air,
Where sound and silence
meet mid prayer.
A hush between
the note and tone,
I hear what’s never
quite been known.
Thread 1/6 <—
“The Silent Listener”
I dwell
where whispers turn to air,
Where sound and silence
meet mid prayer.
A hush between
the note and tone,
I hear what’s never
quite been known.
#BadPoet #NarrativePoetry #Writing #Poem
Short thread - 1/3 <—
“Reader of Shadows”
The bookshelf waits
where shadows keep
their binding vows,
their voices deep.
And every spine
turns in my hand,
its hidden tongue
I understand.
Short thread - 1/3 <—
“Reader of Shadows”
The bookshelf waits
where shadows keep
their binding vows,
their voices deep.
And every spine
turns in my hand,
its hidden tongue
I understand.
October 2, 2025 at 2:56 AM
#BadPoet #NarrativePoetry #Writing #Poem
Short thread - 1/3 <—
“Reader of Shadows”
The bookshelf waits
where shadows keep
their binding vows,
their voices deep.
And every spine
turns in my hand,
its hidden tongue
I understand.
Short thread - 1/3 <—
“Reader of Shadows”
The bookshelf waits
where shadows keep
their binding vows,
their voices deep.
And every spine
turns in my hand,
its hidden tongue
I understand.
#BadPoet #NarrativePoetry #No
Tiny thread - 1/3 <—
“We Say No”
They test the walls,
they push the gate,
They gauge how much
we’ll bear of fate.
Each cycle returns,
the lash, the chain,
The tyrant’s trial
begins again.
Tiny thread - 1/3 <—
“We Say No”
They test the walls,
they push the gate,
They gauge how much
we’ll bear of fate.
Each cycle returns,
the lash, the chain,
The tyrant’s trial
begins again.
October 1, 2025 at 2:53 PM
#BadPoet #NarrativePoetry #No
Tiny thread - 1/3 <—
“We Say No”
They test the walls,
they push the gate,
They gauge how much
we’ll bear of fate.
Each cycle returns,
the lash, the chain,
The tyrant’s trial
begins again.
Tiny thread - 1/3 <—
“We Say No”
They test the walls,
they push the gate,
They gauge how much
we’ll bear of fate.
Each cycle returns,
the lash, the chain,
The tyrant’s trial
begins again.
#BadPoet #NarrativePoetry #APoem
Short thread - 1/5 <—-
“Heart To Eyes”
We meet in words,
but rarely see
The hidden roots
beneath the tree.
We trade our masks,
rehearsed, controlled,
And think the story’s
fully told.
Short thread - 1/5 <—-
“Heart To Eyes”
We meet in words,
but rarely see
The hidden roots
beneath the tree.
We trade our masks,
rehearsed, controlled,
And think the story’s
fully told.
September 25, 2025 at 1:51 PM
#BadPoet #NarrativePoetry #APoem
Short thread - 1/5 <—-
“Heart To Eyes”
We meet in words,
but rarely see
The hidden roots
beneath the tree.
We trade our masks,
rehearsed, controlled,
And think the story’s
fully told.
Short thread - 1/5 <—-
“Heart To Eyes”
We meet in words,
but rarely see
The hidden roots
beneath the tree.
We trade our masks,
rehearsed, controlled,
And think the story’s
fully told.
#BadPoet #NarrativePoetry #Lilith
#Storytelling #UnSilenced
Short thread - 1/5 <—- 👀
“Lilith Remembered”
Lilith’s not summoned,
she is remembered,
The first to rise,
her spirit untempered.
She left before Eden
could tighten its hold,
The first to know worth
that cannot be told.
#Storytelling #UnSilenced
Short thread - 1/5 <—- 👀
“Lilith Remembered”
Lilith’s not summoned,
she is remembered,
The first to rise,
her spirit untempered.
She left before Eden
could tighten its hold,
The first to know worth
that cannot be told.
September 18, 2025 at 1:50 AM
#BadPoet #NarrativePoetry #Lilith
#Storytelling #UnSilenced
Short thread - 1/5 <—- 👀
“Lilith Remembered”
Lilith’s not summoned,
she is remembered,
The first to rise,
her spirit untempered.
She left before Eden
could tighten its hold,
The first to know worth
that cannot be told.
#Storytelling #UnSilenced
Short thread - 1/5 <—- 👀
“Lilith Remembered”
Lilith’s not summoned,
she is remembered,
The first to rise,
her spirit untempered.
She left before Eden
could tighten its hold,
The first to know worth
that cannot be told.
#BadPoet #MyActualPoetry #Poem #NarrativePoetry #TheRink
Lil thread - 1 of 4
“Tiers of Justice”
Justice
comes in tiers,
tilted ladders,
crooked gears,
some rise higher
by name alone,
others fall through
rungs of stone.
Lil thread - 1 of 4
“Tiers of Justice”
Justice
comes in tiers,
tilted ladders,
crooked gears,
some rise higher
by name alone,
others fall through
rungs of stone.
September 1, 2025 at 12:30 PM
#BadPoet #MyActualPoetry #Poem #NarrativePoetry #TheRink
Lil thread - 1 of 4
“Tiers of Justice”
Justice
comes in tiers,
tilted ladders,
crooked gears,
some rise higher
by name alone,
others fall through
rungs of stone.
Lil thread - 1 of 4
“Tiers of Justice”
Justice
comes in tiers,
tilted ladders,
crooked gears,
some rise higher
by name alone,
others fall through
rungs of stone.
#BadPoet #Poem #NarrativePoetry #Fofa #Karma
Lil thread - 1 of 4 <—
“Special Delivery”
Excuses pile
like autumn leaves,
thin and brittle,
spun from thieves.
Context cuts
through every thread…
truth remembers
what was said.
Lil thread - 1 of 4 <—
“Special Delivery”
Excuses pile
like autumn leaves,
thin and brittle,
spun from thieves.
Context cuts
through every thread…
truth remembers
what was said.
August 30, 2025 at 11:10 PM
#BadPoet #Poem #NarrativePoetry #Fofa #Karma
Lil thread - 1 of 4 <—
“Special Delivery”
Excuses pile
like autumn leaves,
thin and brittle,
spun from thieves.
Context cuts
through every thread…
truth remembers
what was said.
Lil thread - 1 of 4 <—
“Special Delivery”
Excuses pile
like autumn leaves,
thin and brittle,
spun from thieves.
Context cuts
through every thread…
truth remembers
what was said.
#BadPoet #Poem #NarrativePoetry
Short thread - 1 of 5
“Not Even You”
No one can speak
the song I sing,
The hush of winter,
the cry of spring.
My voice is woven
of earth and flame,
A secret river
without a name.
Short thread - 1 of 5
“Not Even You”
No one can speak
the song I sing,
The hush of winter,
the cry of spring.
My voice is woven
of earth and flame,
A secret river
without a name.
August 30, 2025 at 1:49 PM
#BadPoet #Poem #NarrativePoetry
Short thread - 1 of 5
“Not Even You”
No one can speak
the song I sing,
The hush of winter,
the cry of spring.
My voice is woven
of earth and flame,
A secret river
without a name.
Short thread - 1 of 5
“Not Even You”
No one can speak
the song I sing,
The hush of winter,
the cry of spring.
My voice is woven
of earth and flame,
A secret river
without a name.
#BadPoet #Poetry #NarrativePoetry #Poem
Lil thread - 1 of 6 <—
“Grateful”
I’m grateful for
the life I hold,
For quiet nights
and mornings bold,
For who I am,
for where I’ve been,
For every loss,
for every win.
Lil thread - 1 of 6 <—
“Grateful”
I’m grateful for
the life I hold,
For quiet nights
and mornings bold,
For who I am,
for where I’ve been,
For every loss,
for every win.
August 30, 2025 at 2:08 AM
#BadPoet #Poetry #NarrativePoetry #Poem
Lil thread - 1 of 6 <—
“Grateful”
I’m grateful for
the life I hold,
For quiet nights
and mornings bold,
For who I am,
for where I’ve been,
For every loss,
for every win.
Lil thread - 1 of 6 <—
“Grateful”
I’m grateful for
the life I hold,
For quiet nights
and mornings bold,
For who I am,
for where I’ve been,
For every loss,
for every win.
August 27, 2025 at 1:32 PM
#BadPoet #BlueSkyPoetry #NarrativePoetry
Thread - 1 of 7 < -
“The Door That Must Be Closed”
It left it’s marks,
unchosen scars,
Like shadows cast
from broken stars.
Their deeds became
the weight I bear,
A burden pressed
into the air.
Thread - 1 of 7 < -
“The Door That Must Be Closed”
It left it’s marks,
unchosen scars,
Like shadows cast
from broken stars.
Their deeds became
the weight I bear,
A burden pressed
into the air.
August 23, 2025 at 2:28 PM
#BadPoet #BlueSkyPoetry #NarrativePoetry
Thread - 1 of 7 < -
“The Door That Must Be Closed”
It left it’s marks,
unchosen scars,
Like shadows cast
from broken stars.
Their deeds became
the weight I bear,
A burden pressed
into the air.
Thread - 1 of 7 < -
“The Door That Must Be Closed”
It left it’s marks,
unchosen scars,
Like shadows cast
from broken stars.
Their deeds became
the weight I bear,
A burden pressed
into the air.
#BadPoet #Poetry #Silly #NarrativePoetry
It’s a thread - 1 of 9 <—
“Hope, Doubt & the Usual Suspects”
On a weather-worn bench
in the shade of the trees,
Sat Hope with her bright eyes,
her heart at ease.
Beside her lounged Doubt,
with a skeptical grin,
Old friends, old foes,
forever akin.
It’s a thread - 1 of 9 <—
“Hope, Doubt & the Usual Suspects”
On a weather-worn bench
in the shade of the trees,
Sat Hope with her bright eyes,
her heart at ease.
Beside her lounged Doubt,
with a skeptical grin,
Old friends, old foes,
forever akin.
August 23, 2025 at 12:37 AM
#BadPoet #Poetry #Silly #NarrativePoetry
It’s a thread - 1 of 9 <—
“Hope, Doubt & the Usual Suspects”
On a weather-worn bench
in the shade of the trees,
Sat Hope with her bright eyes,
her heart at ease.
Beside her lounged Doubt,
with a skeptical grin,
Old friends, old foes,
forever akin.
It’s a thread - 1 of 9 <—
“Hope, Doubt & the Usual Suspects”
On a weather-worn bench
in the shade of the trees,
Sat Hope with her bright eyes,
her heart at ease.
Beside her lounged Doubt,
with a skeptical grin,
Old friends, old foes,
forever akin.
#BadPoet #NarrativePoetry #Inspiration #Writing #ReWrite
It’s a thread - 1 of 7 <—
“I Remember a Time”
I remember a time
in the hush of the air,
Where threads of silence
were golden and rare.
They shimmered,
they whispered,
they opened a door,
To treasures unseen,
to a world to explore.
It’s a thread - 1 of 7 <—
“I Remember a Time”
I remember a time
in the hush of the air,
Where threads of silence
were golden and rare.
They shimmered,
they whispered,
they opened a door,
To treasures unseen,
to a world to explore.
August 21, 2025 at 4:11 AM
#BadPoet #NarrativePoetry #Inspiration #Writing #ReWrite
It’s a thread - 1 of 7 <—
“I Remember a Time”
I remember a time
in the hush of the air,
Where threads of silence
were golden and rare.
They shimmered,
they whispered,
they opened a door,
To treasures unseen,
to a world to explore.
It’s a thread - 1 of 7 <—
“I Remember a Time”
I remember a time
in the hush of the air,
Where threads of silence
were golden and rare.
They shimmered,
they whispered,
they opened a door,
To treasures unseen,
to a world to explore.