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@rojohumanwriter.bsky.socialSep 13, 2026, 10:26 AM

#SmallpoemSunday

'Carnlough Bay' from my Safe Ground collection published last year by Mica Press @micapress @lesbell #Carnlough #Antrimcoast #seapoems

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@matthewmcsmith.bsky.socialSep 13, 2026, 9:42 AM

For #smallpoemsunday to go with my poem ‘Under Protective Eye’ @tomsnarsky.bsky.social

#poetry #poet

@matthewmcsmith.bsky.socialSep 13, 2026, 9:40 AM

For #smallpoemsunday ‘Under Protective Eye’. Thanks to platformer @tomsnarsky.bsky.social

#poetry #poet

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@matt-guntrip-music.bsky.socialSep 13, 2026, 7:48 AM

A small thought for the day for #smallpoemsunday from old blighty where, the governing party having removed the elected PM to replace him with a serial leadership loser, seemingly chasing a spine, we find a 1930’s shadow casting long over hope..

Parasites They incubate safe from the burden of cost; children’s hospitals, teachers, doctors, the public good avoided at all cost Only to find seventy two million sloshing about ready to fund the fascists Matt Guntrip
@hool415.bsky.socialSep 13, 2026, 5:36 AM

Hullo @tomsnarsky.bsky.social and to #smallpoemsunday
Thanks for this.
#poetry #soul

No Proof A scientist once weighed a body so carefully, immediately pre and then when cold: the difference being supposed proof of our soul; be like moving a heavy curtain and briefly seeing a tiny moth, disturbed by daylight as it awkwardly flitted just by instinct, back to some other blinding darkness. Julian Cason
@nikkimwalls.bsky.socialSep 7, 2026, 9:49 AM

a haiku I wrote recently

"Oak Tree" #smallpoemsunday @tomsnarsky.bsky.social

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@ragthyme.bsky.socialSep 7, 2026, 3:36 AM

a thing for #SmallPoemSunday 25 minutes before midnight #poetry

a screenshot of a poem, white letters on black poem: so when i met the sphinx i did not ask her if there was any truth to her riddles if the game was rigged if what was waiting beyond her was worth the gamble or if there would be a second chance for someone like me and she asked me nothing in turn as i sat down next to her and i, too, waited for the next wanderer to pass us by
@pearlpoet.bsky.socialSep 7, 2026, 12:54 AM

#smallpoemsunday, one of mine

1:30 a.m. hot flash trying to work out the glow on your chest, brightening watch? fading through the sheet. where is the pattern. doze, snap alert. ah, the wind canopy reveals full peekaboo moon
@pearlpoet.bsky.socialSep 7, 2026, 12:45 AM

#SmallPoemSunday

In the long run This is a race where everybody ends up in a tie, sorta. Kenneth Patchen picture: kinda a cat mask person & a salamander
@pippaesque.bsky.socialSep 6, 2026, 10:56 PM

wings for a day my hands turn to mayflies

Previously published by @waleshaiku.bsky.social and featured on Triveni Haiku

#smallpoemsunday #senryusunday #senryu #micropoetry #poetry

@fleurdu.bsky.socialSep 6, 2026, 6:15 PM

#smallpoemsunday #FleurduP @tomsnarsky.bsky.social #trees
@blueskypoetry.bsky.social

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@christinadaub.bsky.socialSep 6, 2026, 4:22 PM

You can let it off its leash…

Poem by Doug Anderson
#smallpoemsunday
@tomsnarsky.bsky.social

THE HARD, HARD THING You don't get over it in spite of wonderpill, don't get to lay your burden down. But you can find a place for it beside a river, in a flowering field. You can let it off its leash where it's not as like to bite another's hurt, but wander, drink deep, or sleep in the sun, head resting on your shoulder. by Doug Anderson from his book Horse Medicine Barrow Street Press, 2018
@pearlpoet.bsky.socialSep 6, 2026, 4:01 PM

#smallpoemsunday a little Hafiz translated by Daniel Ladinsky

Hafiz by Ladinsky THIS SKY This Sky Where we live Is no place to lose your wings So love, love, Love.
@pearlpoet.bsky.socialSep 6, 2026, 3:54 PM

#smallpoemsunday
Rae Armantrout from 2024’s Go Figure

ORGANOIDS by Rae Armantrout Pea-sized human brains grown in vats develop "organized" brain waves. Rhythm is thinking without thoughts, I think, which is comforting. Then I shake my finger in a scolding way to the rhythm of a cell phone's ring. A half-rhyme is better than a rhyme. It has deniability.
@luaz.bsky.socialSep 6, 2026, 3:52 PM

For #SmallPoemSunday, @tomsnarsky.bsky.social here's Welcome What Sun Will Come, collected in Little Survivors Everywhere, forthcoming from pearlpirie.com/small-press/... this fall.

Welcome What Sun Will Come First the long note of the train, now the owl, owoo owoo oo. Soon, sun. Then, soon, noon. How the day spins down that fast it makes dizzy birds lose track of their tunes. No rain so we all drink light. Crisp leaves twirl spirals around faint trails where raindrops once fell. Inhale with care this campfire air, the hint of summer's peach still lingering. (for Peach Delphine, gone missing, whom we miss.)