Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make - Dracula 1931. All words are mine and Copyright unless otherwise stated. No lists.
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Death, not cool, it’s hot
Waterfall of melting bone
Shapeshifting demise
#haikuhorrorprompt
Image: @TheUnclean
I am not your love, the one
who keeps you awake at night,
staring at the ceiling. I am the one
you overlooked when you thought
you could do better. Now you realize
that “better” is about loving, and being loved.
I am the one who speaks up,
unwilling to compromise my worth
for the sake of love. The one
who desired you but left you
free to explore. And explore you did,
alien worlds, shutting me out
at every knock, until you woke up
one morning yearning for more.
The children we never had
stared you in the face, asking why.
So, with your typical confidence,
you knocked on my door
sharing your epiphany, proclaiming
I am your love. I am not your love.
I am the hiraeth of a reality you never lived.
I am the one who would not break your heart,
if only you had known.
I am the scalding trickle that burns you
before dissolving into mist.
I am not your love.
I am the excuse not to love.
Please stop using me.
Open your heart and go.
#vss365 My photo: Yellowstone National Park, WY
"The Excuse" published in Taste of Salt: Poems on Love and Life
Neil G - Poet retweeted
Sustaining
An Angel's tender stare wanders over Autumn's gilded rooftops. She does not yet know she's fallen.
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#WritingCommunity #poetry #WeirdMicro #vss365 #bionicanadian @bionicanadian
ALT Sustaining An Angel's tender stare wanders over Autumn's gilded rooftops. She does not yet know she's fallen. © Stefanie Neumann - @KokopelliBFree
Raven holds the sky
Croaking as he counts the dead
One more passes by
#haikuhorrorprompt
“I see five coming, wolf!” she said.
“Can you smell them, friend or foe?”
“Wolves have no friends, mistress,”
said the wolf, “as well you know.”
“Then should we fight or run tonight?”
“Only five, mistress. Let’s fight!”
They held steady, stood ready.
art: Lady Symphonia
Woman is the sea
Waves of love they swallow me
So I find my home
#haiku
DigitalArt: Venus: Yuri Shwedoff
it wasn’t me you wanted
just the thrill of having
for a moment
something that belonged
to someone else
#noir #noirpoetry
art: James Avati
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Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
#FairyTaleTuesday #FairyTaleFlash
photo: Glenn Martin
Neil G - Poet retweeted
Creeping outward,
Hungry for more,
Oblivious to the walls...
Perfection becomes monstrous.
#MyDarkScribbles🖊
#AcrosticChallenge
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"WAVES OF CLARITY" A poetry collection by T.F. Burke!
Available on Amazon or read it for free on Kindle Unlimited!
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round the circle gather
we trees will dance forever
sweet men, sweet women join us
stay by our sides, be spritely,
the green it is that gives such joy,
sanguine be, step lightly
#vss365 #sanguine #trees
#thicktrunktuesday
art: Ash Dome - by David Nash
round the circle gather
we trees will dance forever
sweet men, sweet women join us
stay by our sides, be spritely,
the green it is that gives such joy,
sanguine be, step lightly
#vss365 #sanguine #trees
#thicktrunktuesday
art: Ash Dome - by David Nash
success
among humans
on this Earth
it often seems
not so far away
somewhere up ahead
yet out of reach
around a corner
hidden in a lane
concealed by
shadows of disdain
p’haps
tis just a phantom
born in dreams
a flirtatious sprite
elusive
set to vanish
with the coming
of daylight
Dark, devouring mist
Mirk Wood calling all lost souls
Broken hearts weeping
#haikuhorrorprompt
photo-art: Synapses by C-IP on DeviantART.
Neil G - Poet retweeted
#vss365
The #eloquence of songs
slipped under her door,
the heat of their tango
in that quiet field
when the usual witnesses:
sun, star, and spotted owl,
have tucked their eyes
beneath patches of floating horizon.
Yet on the street,
he tips his hat,
eyes flitting to the crack
between stepping stones,
her outstretched hand
falling toward the hem
of her dress,
her hair dancing on his wind.
Neil G - Poet retweeted
#TankaThursday 10. September 2026
first breath of sunrise
with faintest tainting of light
kissing day’s promise
I receive time’s overture
to the robin’s brave dawn song