Small Poems

words roll with waves churning frosted thoughts through the chop of truths sought atop peacful crests and violent troughs three knots of naught stanza

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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

@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

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@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

#smallpoems leaping into expectation upon thread bare histories his consistencies unwound chasing hopes eternal mysteries unbound racing fates scissor

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#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

#smallpoems dragon drawn chariots chasing firefish in rivers of knowledge drawn from endless wells of ignorance. sewn together, stiched in time by an

#smallpoems dragon drawn chariots chasing firefish in rivers of knowledge drawn from endless wells of ignorance. sewn together, stiched in time by an arrow piercing the eye of wayward gods wreathed, twisted in folds will the flesh of the hunt serve the sullied at a feast of the righteous? Can those who hear the Way on the river beating upon our shore a hundr

#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

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#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

#smallpoems What happens when the brightest star dims that which is within? Knowing your beacon opens floods The sharp one, a trianlge dividing the tw

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#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?

@ChrisMazura Not there mixed emotions knowing the knowledge grand system broken, work exploited voices lost want to be there mixed emotions #ncte19 #a

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@ChrisMazura Not there mixed emotions knowing the knowledge grand system broken, work exploited voices lost want to be there mixed emotions #ncte19 #altinquiry #smallpoems

#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 p

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#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

@vperezy No menace in the venison? You know the doe she's my bro #smallpoems #ncte19

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@vperezy No menace in the venison? You know the doe she's my bro #smallpoems #ncte19

Hey #ncte19 checkout this collaborative poem @dogtrax and I have been working on through the month of November: https://jgregorymcverry.com/untitledpo

Hey #ncte19 checkout this collaborative poem @dogtrax and I have been working on through the month of November: https://jgregorymcverry.com/untitledpoem few more stanzas published checkout #smallpoems on Twitter

#smallpoems Breath paints windows In a fog of reality drafting past winds of nothingness in condensation of thought Tattered cloth brings hope of trut

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#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

#smallpoems and your whispers seap down traveling not to ears, planted firmly but to gentle crevices hidden against my soul, soft edges where truth ha

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#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

injured dog at rest Where pleasure of work and play Exceed any pain #smallpoems #sundayhaiku #clmooc

injured dog at rest Where pleasure of work and play Exceed any pain #smallpoems #sundayhaiku #clmooc

Go ahead, just spew poetic Diarrhea over the web phonetic bits loosely joined first it will stink no one comes near but as it gets harder it gets bett

Go ahead, just spew poetic Diarrhea over the web phonetic bits loosely joined first it will stink no one comes near but as it gets harder it gets better and suddenly you have a movement and folks will tolerate the presence of your poems #smallpoems

#smallpoems the stolen glances and incessant sounds of Maelzel’s stolen curse no longer provide shelter Order lost Selective tones seek escape of rhyt

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#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,

Untitled Poem, No Title Till its Done

A daily collaborative poem between Greg McVerry and Kevin Hodgson started on 2019-11-09

#smallpoems waves lifted through murky haze sounds sifted as time shaves notes sinking afloat simple misery of happiness Metronome just gets louder as

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#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

Write a poem you can use rimes or rhymes any number of times no matter the on set that gets you started just share the journey students need to see yo

Write a poem you can use rimes or rhymes any number of times no matter the on set that gets you started just share the journey students need to see you as a writer in their community of authors #ILAchat #smallpoems

#smallpoems In this color of sound incandescent notes vibrate on the neck of nothingness for music crawls out from spaces between notes harmony driven

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#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

Able such an empty word carries so much power an illusion of control an absence of action an othering of those with unicorn arms #smallpoems

Able such an empty word carries so much power an illusion of control an absence of action an othering of those with unicorn arms #smallpoems