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@madkane.bsky.socialSep 27, 2026, 9:12 PM

An old woman who'd filed for divorce
From a golfer, who talked himself hoarse,
Watched her longwinded spouse
Rant and endlessly grouse,
Then replied, "This is par for the course."

#DailyHaikuPrompt #Wind #Divorce #Golf #LimerickSunday #Limericks #Humor #Poetry #LightVerse #Poems #SmallPoemSunday

@luaz.bsky.socialSep 27, 2026, 6:26 PM

For #SmallPoemSunday, @tomsnarsky.bsky.social, this from poets.org/poem/going-a... Going and Staying, by Thomas Hardy:
"Then we looked closelier at Time..."

@haikudiem.bsky.socialSep 27, 2026, 5:40 PM

moonlit night
the blue sea smelling
like saké

#dailyHaiku reposts by Freeman Ng. Today’s 3-5-3 haiku was originally posted on Jul 1, 2024 and is a 3-5-3 rendition of a Basho haiku (www.HaikuDiem.com).

#daily #haiku #micropoetry #smallPoemSunday

@tracierenee.bsky.socialSep 27, 2026, 3:34 PM

Delighted to be part of this round up. Thank you @identitytheory.bsky.social & @vicnogaywrites.bsky.social, and happy #smallpoemsunday to @tomsnarsky.bsky.social & all who celebrate.

Read 2 more by me & short work by 8 other fab writers at www.identitytheory.com/section/micro/

Public library by Tracie Renee. I leave the lights on at close--all night the building glows like a star anyone could wish on. Published in Identity Theory, September 2026.
@tomsnarsky.bsky.socialSep 27, 2026, 2:40 PM

happy #smallpoemsunday! 💜

feel free to share small poems you wrote or ones you love by other poets :)

here’s one by Mary Baron~

Lines for a Critic You say I live to use my life in verse And this appalls you. Sir, I have done worse.
@mikhailbazharov.bsky.socialSep 27, 2026, 2:35 PM

Humberto Ak'abal, from IF TODAY WERE TOMORROW

(seems a fitting poem for a Sunday morning...)

#smallpoemsunday @tomsnarsky.bsky.social

DAWN Dawn is a little animal that comes in noiselessly. It’s so tiny it slips under the door.
@neonpajamas.bsky.socialSep 27, 2026, 2:01 PM

Elena Zhang for #smallpoemsunday

@ezhang77.bsky.social
cc: @tomsnarsky.bsky.social

Weather Forecast Eyes will drift down like a dream in reverse. The looking back. The seeing nothing.
@fakeourway.bsky.socialSep 27, 2026, 1:28 PM

Selma Asotic from Say Fire

#SmallPoemSunday
@tomsnarsky.bsky.social

My aunt smokes and thinks of nothing As she inhales, a fire runs chase round the cigarette's rim, its revolution ending in ash. She remembers it well Of ash she dreamt when for three nights and three vears the war blazed and the fevered city vomited carcasses of cars, smashed glass she sidestepped fleeing in her high heels, wondering what they'd say to her mother- your daughter, maam, was dressed to kill- until down came the ash, softly falling over the braille of broken psalms and now she exhales. June in her garden, delayed in bloom. The lilies grow. Zinnias too. Love-in-a-mist, The cancer in her womb
@monostich.bsky.socialSep 27, 2026, 12:25 PM

Aram Saroyan #smallpoemsunday

room now door Humphrey Bogart
@hool415.bsky.socialSep 27, 2026, 12:00 PM

Hullo #poetry #smallpoemsunday Apologies, I changed this one a little.

Two Telephone Calls Yesterday, my Aunt, crying, said on the telephone you were close to dying, she sounded like she was the last to know, the very last one told; not stupidity: a parent must never give up and continually self-baste in amateur, homemade hope. I told her I had reached you the day before, but kept back the fact it felt already like a connection with heaven; knowing you were weak, and slipping away, all my messages the previous month dropped by your hospital bed remaining unpicked-up… so, it was ethereal and an actual afterlife to hear that weakened, wispy voice we love, probably for one last time: you fluttering still, but only just finding a final brush of light. Julian Cason
@tristan-moss.bsky.socialSep 27, 2026, 11:50 AM

#smallpoemsunday

The History of the Kitchen

After I’ve swept up all the dirt
into a pile - one spot
now holding all - it’s no longer
hidden across the floor,
where once again
it will grow.

@poetryman1.bsky.socialSep 27, 2026, 11:42 AM

Now the seasons change...🍁

#smallpoemsunday
@tomsnarsky.bsky.social

Edwin Muir-nailed it🍂

@vegypower.bsky.socialSep 27, 2026, 10:15 AM

"When is daybreak?"

#poetry
#deniselevertov
#smallpoemsunday

@matthewmcsmith.bsky.socialSep 27, 2026, 10:02 AM

#gaza #genocide #GazaKids #smallpoemsunday

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