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poppiesandpromises · 7 months

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These days the minutes pile like jagged stones in thin pockets on delicate flesh. I feel the fracture, fatigue is a fresh wound I hold in my ravaged hands, my clenched teeth teach me the ways of self destruction and yet I never tire of the taste of blood.

I'm half girl, half ghost

Ever haunted by shadows

That look just like me

#poem #poetry #original poetry #poets on tumblr #spilled ink #haibun

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elina-sakura · 9 days

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Finished my Vivia Birthday project (finally)! Was going to post it on Tumblr, but it felt long enough that I could post it on Ao3 (especially since I plan to post poetry on Ao3 in the future anyway.

#master detective archives: rain code #rain code #rain code spoilers #master detective archives spoilers #vivia twilight #Haibun #prose poem #Elina writes fics #master detective archives: rain code spoilers

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putah-creek · 5 months

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a haibun

The shape of a pebble.

The ocean is everywhere. She kisses the shore, she floats in clouds. The ocean exists even in the shape of a pebble on the prairie floor. She was here before man, indeed, the first land creatures came from the ocean. Water is life, we need it like we need the sunlight.

Walking into the cold sea, the world seems to swallow me. Life is wet, and brief.

James Lee Jobe

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skyetheprophet22 · 7 months

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Haibun

Haibun ~ Haibun is a prosimetric literary form originating in Japan, combining prose and haiku. The range of haibun is broad and frequently includes autobiography, diary, essay, prose poem, short story and travel journal. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You’re probably wondering how I died. It’s a reasonable question. Afterall, if I were still alive and saw a ghost hovering five feet in front of me, I would be a bit curious. Well, I would be frightened at first, of course - just as any sane person would be, but then again I’m not sure if I’m completely sane. It’s a question I’ve had a while to ponder in this state, but I should probably end this tangent. You’re not interested in my mental health, are you? The question you really want to ask is: “How did you die, oh strange, sorrowful spectre?” And to that question I say: “No.” You don’t get that. This is still my life, and I don’t need it flaunted for your or others’ amusement. That’s not how it should be...because...because my life is - was? - worth more than that. I don’t care what you think. I care what my family thinks; my friends, at least the few that I think I have...or had. And even that I question on the best of days.

One bird on a branch

At what point does love pollute?

Fragile be thy roots

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shuckle24 · 4 months

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Kaleidoscope

Opalescent sky Pregnant with a million moons Of them, just one mine

For you, the moon may be a peaceful chalice brimming with a tranquil joy. Or it may be a pale smile, its radiance a soft, soothing kiss. Maybe it is the harbinger of a sweet message; a postman delivering the longing gaze of a beloved staring wishfully in the same direction. Maybe it is nothing, just an insignificant apparition far away. Maybe it is everything, the entire universe condensed. Maybe it is evil; a hideous smear upon the charcoal sky. Maybe it is pure; an eternal sentry standing silent vigil. Maybe it is a symbol bearing a secret significance. Or is it simply factual? A mere hunk of rock falling in space. Or rather, is it all of them, at the same time? What is the moon, if not a million moons? Each the same in the night sky, but so different in each eye. Just another web, woven out of all our minds. What is the universe if not eight billion universes? Some encompassing light years, others only spanning a few, familiar blocks, and some just reaching up to that one unforgettable face; the same story written differently in each our lives. We gaze up to look at that one pearl embedded in the pitch black, but perceive it in so many contrasting colors. Isn’t it wonderful how our minds can interpret the same world in a billion unique ways?

Myriad tales of Unique minds; woven into Endless string of time

#fiction #original fiction #haibun #poem #haiku #flash fiction #moon #reflection #kaleidoscope

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victusinveritas · 4 months

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'Floating' by Sean O'Connor, from his recent haibun collection, 'A Patch of Earth'...

#grief #death #grave goods #sean o'connor #haibun #poetry

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pictonatural · 4 months

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To My Dearest Lover

Life, living is the worst curse a person is given. Death is the last gift. As a girl with morbid tastes, I plan to embrace the dirt that will cover me at my deathbed and the fires that will consume me as I die. I will gladly take the fall from the bridge and feel the cold splash of water if it means leaving these heathens behind. I am constantly in the brink of cussing at you, Life, while hoping for Death. Life, I beg you, my love. Take me soon and I will be Death's best friend.

Eternally Yours,

Your Significant Other

P.S. I crave you

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froggieferguson22 · 4 months

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Hey ya'll, I'm new to posting on here and need some advice. I have about 10 poems I want to post all at once so my blog has something for people to look at while I write more, but I don't want to be mistaken for a bot and kicked off the app.

Is this something I need to worry about? If so, should I just post one a day?

#haiku #senryu #haiga #tanka #renga #haibun #modern haiku #original haiku #daily haiku #haikuoftheday #haiku poem #haiku poetry

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mikejulietblue-blog · 8 months

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Solo Trip to Salvation

On the streets of Pondicherry I discover my wandering soul. It was languishing at the crossroads. Waltzing through the white quarters and yellow. Sunbathing on the ramps where the ocean spray foams and splatters. At the ashram gate I saw my shadowing self, rocking gently to the salty breeze. To and fro like the blue flag in Eden.

And on the mountain top

I discover

Me

#haibun #poetry #spilled thoughts #new poets society #poem #spilled ink

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poppiesandpromises · 5 months

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There is another window at another house on the other side of the world where the jacaranda is swaying in a silken breeze; where the sun is a shimmer on a sunset some hours away. In my mind my arms are open and my eyes are closed. An angel hovers, expectant.

A cotton coldness

Whispers upon goosebumped skin

I can only wait—

#poem #poetry #original poetry #poets on tumblr #spilled ink #original poem #haibun

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musicloveryashi-blog · 1 year

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Let me be your art💕

Art ❤️

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#art #content writing #fantasy #Fiction #haibun #haiku #love #poem #poet #poetry #sonnet #thoughts #Writer #writing

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putah-creek · 6 months

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haibun

The prayers of Father James.

In my dream, a lady grieves. I don't know her, but I try to comfort her. We pray together with a good deal of passion and intent in an old cathedral, and finally the monsignor comes to join us. Yes, he joins us, but it is me who leads us through the rosary. Now, hours later, I can still hear the Hail Mary being recited from within my heart.

In dreams, we might fly or defeat a vast evil - waking, we're still small.

james lee jobe

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sethian123 · 1 year

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Trip to Taizé (haibun poem)

In days long past, my school did a pilgrimage to a small land of peace and reconciliation, that lay in the nation of passion and revolution. As a community from nations near and far, we all ate simple food in the daylight flavouring the fresh air, allowing us all to discover joy in pearls hidden in fields. I listened and sang hymns of honey given by the monks dressed in white. Through the songs on my tongue, I tasted gladness of heart and peace in mind, though sometimes the words were a mystery to me. I spent my personal time in the chapel, sitting in silent worship amid polished stone with orange windows. I listened to the peace of flowing milk around me, and the occasional drip touching my tongue. I did not understand the divine flowing all around and within me, though I felt its gentle touch. It was a mystery to me, incompressible and veiled by my shackles. A mystery that I had not comprehended at that time, till I took a bit of fruit in years after. But the hymns of sweet honey and the flowing milk was but a faint taste to me. I was not a Christian back then as I am now. I was still led along by the hope of a New Age back then. Though the milk and honey were sweet to my tongue, I could not have swallowed the medicine they contained within. Yaldabaoth had chained my neck tight by his words and by his mirages of the desert, until I found the Tree of Gnosis that unlocked my neck and heart later in life. As such, the milk, honey or any beverage of the spirit were not my found treasure there, but the friends that journeyed with me. They were a mountain filled with greenery for me. Birds were tweeting in laughter, and the trees were rustling in chatter. Wind was playing games in the branches, and the sun was shining over this all. We all slept and hung out in tents at night when there was no blistering sunlight showering us. That was a mountain of friendship I never climbed before and never climbed up again. Only memories of the mountain peak of shining white remain. I can no longer see that princess of moonlight now, though I was closest to her on the mountain peak. I felt her cool breath amidst the stars, and I heard her laughter among the trees at daylight.

On the green mountain

With honey and pearly milk

Laughing with the moon

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autawn · 2 years

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The girl with a pearl necklace—

Glowing brighter than crystals, emitting a pure radiance brighter than the pearl necklace on her neck. She leaves a trail of elegance in every road she takes. The girl with the pearl necklace makes me feel a plethora of feelings unknown to me.

crimson tint on my cheeks

a warm feeling

my heartbeat grows loud

#haibun #short poem #poem #poetry #poets on tumblr #literature #tumblog #writblr #writers on tumblr #writing

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samw3000 · 2 days

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Scorched Earth

Having nothing left to giveYou plan to leave meIt hurts. Believe me Take heed! You cannot clone me. As much as this will injure your delicate sense of entitlement, you do not own me. Without exception, the willows weep. They've always known - and daily, others join in their grief. Congested, We bemoan ... environmental contamination, species extinction and your propensity to simply throw things…

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#climate action #conservation #dVerse #Earth Day #Eco-Poetry #Environmental Awareness #Environmentalism #haibun #Nature Poetry #poem #poetry #Reflection #Sustainable Living

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michellegflye · 8 days

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National Poetry Month: Fortune Cookie Poetry 18, “Be not afraid of growing slowly; be afraid only of standing still”

Not gonna lie. This isn’t my best effort. I’m on the road and have been up since six, will be up until 11 or so tonight. It’s one of those days. But I did manage to come up with a haibun inspired by this fortune. Also, because I’m on the road and traveling with fortune cookies didn’t seem terribly convenient, I’m using an app called Daily Fortune. Here’s a screenshot of today’s fortune from the…

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#fortune cookie #haibun #love #magic #National Poetry Month #poem #poetry #romance #writing

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