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Little poems, gathered over time. Browse posts tagged #smallpoems by type and date.
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25 posts
In reply to twitter.com ↗
words roll with waves churning frosted thoughts through the chop of truths sought atop peacful crests and violent troughs three knots of naught stanzas swell as wind bells chime through a rusted, but trusted buoy #smallpoems
Greg McVerryIn reply to twitter.com ↗
@MontyMilne Bunch of #IndieWeb poets hangout on the #smallpoems hashtag. @dogtrax and I have had a webmention reply poem going since 11/30. Come join us
Greg McVerryIn reply to twitter.com ↗
#smallpoems leaping into expectation upon thread bare histories his consistencies unwound chasing hopes eternal mysteries unbound racing fates scissors through blizzards of hope all poetry meant to be set free so he sails seas of misery
Greg McVerryIn reply to twitter.com ↗
#smallpoems let loose moorings of a crescent moon while our heavenly wolf howls Through words spilled, we seek, yet never find, a path of souls Inanna, Venus, Ishtar, Aphrodite, bits loosely joined in stories that never begin in poems with no end
Greg McVerryIn reply to twitter.com ↗
#smallpoems What happens when the brightest star dims that which is within? Knowing your beacon opens floods The sharp one, a trianlge dividing the two into broken threes of past memories Even Pulpin growls warnings of warrior, nimrod, king the same?
Greg McVerryIn reply to twitter.com ↗
@ChrisMazura Not there mixed emotions knowing the knowledge grand system broken, work exploited voices lost want to be there mixed emotions #ncte19 #altinquiry #smallpoems
Greg McVerryIn reply to twitter.com ↗
#smallpoems Carried on a whisper's breeze the moon fleas and dreams dim within our emptied pen sky once painted pounded by mortar and pestel of past poetry now hidden beneath canopies tossed in flames unburnt as time never touched tattered souls
Greg McVerryIn reply to twitter.com ↗
@vperezy No menace in the venison? You know the doe she's my bro #smallpoems #ncte19
Greg McVerryIn reply to mobile.twitter.com ↗
#smallpoems Breath paints windows In a fog of reality drafting past winds of nothingness in condensation of thought Tattered cloth brings hope of truth Memories worn into tattered threads Hide holes allowing Cold in, soul warms With each memory
Greg McVerryIn reply to twitter.com ↗
#smallpoems and your whispers seap down traveling not to ears, planted firmly but to gentle crevices hidden against my soul, soft edges where truth has yet unfold into holes of harmony a cork of cacophony build a solace of silence in truth now known
Greg McVerryIn reply to twitter.com ↗
#smallpoems the stolen glances and incessant sounds of Maelzel’s stolen curse no longer provide shelter Order lost Selective tones seek escape of rhythm and rhyme an Object to Be Destroyed reconfigured in time back and back again,
Greg McVerryIn reply to twitter.com ↗
#smallpoems waves lifted through murky haze sounds sifted as time shaves notes sinking afloat simple misery of happiness Metronome just gets louder as the beat is lost night never rising over the horizon sun succumbs lost in a second act
Greg McVerryIn reply to twitter.com ↗
#smallpoems In this color of sound incandescent notes vibrate on the neck of nothingness for music crawls out from spaces between notes harmony driven from source collapsing on the event horizon of their souls
Greg McVerryIn reply to twitter.com ↗
@jgmac1106 @dogtrax #smallpoems in hysteria of historia meteors fall up bent realities in might of flight escape the well no meteorite no broken shell matter finite stories ensconced in quarries of vacuum bound by nature's response an eternity together flying apart
Greg McVerryIn reply to twitter.com ↗
@dogtrax #smallpoems They drew within two meteors escaping the well reborn in clouds to have passion drive apart The frost on the window the dew in the grass time marches as space collapses life folded like a Liu Cixin novel new engines always
Greg McVerryIn reply to twitter.com ↗
@dogtrax #smallpoems Doors and corners of time unfold to envelop realities as two specks drawn together collapse inward driving their energy apart so they stay frosted windows, dew covered toes carried together, forever separated on the winds of a fallen star
Greg McVerryIn reply to twitter.com ↗
#smallpoems response touch of sound tossed abound into vacuums of space softening tenors hiding a blazed fate seeking to knock, knock on Nebula's gate Our eternal seed unlocking the graveyard of the sun or nurseries collapsing in on life?
Greg McVerryIn reply to twitter.com ↗
#smallpoems fingers lay bare ripping flesh of a once shared cantaloupe now seeds spread a gelatinous mess in only one hand viscid vicissitudes drip from the mouth half untouched slices of memories of time unspent he licks fingers questioning her intent
Greg McVerryIn reply to twitter.com ↗
@cassiecodes Ahh misunderstood but maybe nobody gets to tell you what you can and can't work on your own website...I am fooling around this morning trying to do satire kid books https://mouseadomain.glitch.me/ and writing #smallpoems https://quickthoughts.jgregorymcverry.com/tag/smallpoems
Greg McVerryIn reply to quickthoughts.jgregorymcverry.com ↗
#smallpoems (fin...for now) Acceptance brings peace Yet I must wonder what do you mean when you say, "Pass the butter?"
Greg McVerry