Trini
@poetriny.bsky.social
Poetry • Cultural Allusion • Human Connection • Nature-inspired
Reposted by Trini
Love still
threads
its way
through
the noise,
quiet but
unbroken,
insisting on
being felt.
Even as the
world fractures,
it softens
what it can.
We hold
one another
in the storm,
a single touch
becoming
fiercely
relevant.
And somehow,
that small
tenderness
keeps us
human.
#vss365 #poetry #relevant
threads
its way
through
the noise,
quiet but
unbroken,
insisting on
being felt.
Even as the
world fractures,
it softens
what it can.
We hold
one another
in the storm,
a single touch
becoming
fiercely
relevant.
And somehow,
that small
tenderness
keeps us
human.
#vss365 #poetry #relevant
November 24, 2025 at 11:09 PM
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November 23, 2025 at 4:06 PM
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November 17, 2025 at 4:00 PM
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come softly
like the first ray
of dawn
before the world learns
how to wake
#Photography Maria Carvalho
@immcarvalho.bsky.social
like the first ray
of dawn
before the world learns
how to wake
#Photography Maria Carvalho
@immcarvalho.bsky.social
November 19, 2025 at 4:01 AM
come softly
like the first ray
of dawn
before the world learns
how to wake
#Photography Maria Carvalho
@immcarvalho.bsky.social
like the first ray
of dawn
before the world learns
how to wake
#Photography Maria Carvalho
@immcarvalho.bsky.social
“Two small saplings:
rooted, sprouted, reaching.
Their spindly branches
search for the sky,
the sun, and each other.
They twist their limbs,
intertwining in a spiral
that strengthens and stabilizes
them both to thin trunks’ core.”
#poem #poetry #poetrycommunity #nature
rooted, sprouted, reaching.
Their spindly branches
search for the sky,
the sun, and each other.
They twist their limbs,
intertwining in a spiral
that strengthens and stabilizes
them both to thin trunks’ core.”
#poem #poetry #poetrycommunity #nature
October 15, 2025 at 12:55 PM
“Two small saplings:
rooted, sprouted, reaching.
Their spindly branches
search for the sky,
the sun, and each other.
They twist their limbs,
intertwining in a spiral
that strengthens and stabilizes
them both to thin trunks’ core.”
#poem #poetry #poetrycommunity #nature
rooted, sprouted, reaching.
Their spindly branches
search for the sky,
the sun, and each other.
They twist their limbs,
intertwining in a spiral
that strengthens and stabilizes
them both to thin trunks’ core.”
#poem #poetry #poetrycommunity #nature
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October 14, 2025 at 12:08 PM
Seasons change
and I feel myself fall
with the auburn autumn leaves.
Keep my bare branches
sturdy and strong through
the crisping cracking winter wind.
May the sap of my spirit
flow warmly beneath
the bark of my winter’s rest,
and bring forth green growth
in spring’s return.
#poem #poetry #autumn
and I feel myself fall
with the auburn autumn leaves.
Keep my bare branches
sturdy and strong through
the crisping cracking winter wind.
May the sap of my spirit
flow warmly beneath
the bark of my winter’s rest,
and bring forth green growth
in spring’s return.
#poem #poetry #autumn
October 14, 2025 at 12:26 PM
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A strut in my step,
Spontaneously beaming
At random people.
#emoetry #beaming #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity
@mwplovesmusic.bsky.social
Spontaneously beaming
At random people.
#emoetry #beaming #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity
@mwplovesmusic.bsky.social
October 7, 2025 at 5:20 AM
A strut in my step,
Spontaneously beaming
At random people.
#emoetry #beaming #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity
@mwplovesmusic.bsky.social
Spontaneously beaming
At random people.
#emoetry #beaming #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity
@mwplovesmusic.bsky.social
When my sister cries,
her fingertips search for answers.
I haven’t the heart to tell her
that the corduroy ridges
on my knee or the seams
on the shoulder of my dress
couldn’t begin to address her questions.
When we hold each other,
let us cry without the answers
and be at peace with the mysteries.
her fingertips search for answers.
I haven’t the heart to tell her
that the corduroy ridges
on my knee or the seams
on the shoulder of my dress
couldn’t begin to address her questions.
When we hold each other,
let us cry without the answers
and be at peace with the mysteries.
October 7, 2025 at 12:24 PM
When my sister cries,
her fingertips search for answers.
I haven’t the heart to tell her
that the corduroy ridges
on my knee or the seams
on the shoulder of my dress
couldn’t begin to address her questions.
When we hold each other,
let us cry without the answers
and be at peace with the mysteries.
her fingertips search for answers.
I haven’t the heart to tell her
that the corduroy ridges
on my knee or the seams
on the shoulder of my dress
couldn’t begin to address her questions.
When we hold each other,
let us cry without the answers
and be at peace with the mysteries.
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I remember your #berry stained lips
As you handed me some too
The innocence of you
The innocence of me
A #kindness true
When our legs
Were little
And smiles
Bigger
A little
Too
Long
Ago
#emoetry
#whistpr
#poetrylovers
As you handed me some too
The innocence of you
The innocence of me
A #kindness true
When our legs
Were little
And smiles
Bigger
A little
Too
Long
Ago
#emoetry
#whistpr
#poetrylovers
September 22, 2025 at 2:11 PM
I remember your #berry stained lips
As you handed me some too
The innocence of you
The innocence of me
A #kindness true
When our legs
Were little
And smiles
Bigger
A little
Too
Long
Ago
#emoetry
#whistpr
#poetrylovers
As you handed me some too
The innocence of you
The innocence of me
A #kindness true
When our legs
Were little
And smiles
Bigger
A little
Too
Long
Ago
#emoetry
#whistpr
#poetrylovers
And when the world
beyond your family
becomes too heavy to bare
bring your family
into the hurting world.
Hold hands tightly
and let your love
be seen by all.
Make new family
by those willing
to take your hands.
And when your family
then reaches beyond the world,
be home and
love the change.
beyond your family
becomes too heavy to bare
bring your family
into the hurting world.
Hold hands tightly
and let your love
be seen by all.
Make new family
by those willing
to take your hands.
And when your family
then reaches beyond the world,
be home and
love the change.
September 9, 2025 at 12:00 PM
And when the world
beyond your family
becomes too heavy to bare
bring your family
into the hurting world.
Hold hands tightly
and let your love
be seen by all.
Make new family
by those willing
to take your hands.
And when your family
then reaches beyond the world,
be home and
love the change.
beyond your family
becomes too heavy to bare
bring your family
into the hurting world.
Hold hands tightly
and let your love
be seen by all.
Make new family
by those willing
to take your hands.
And when your family
then reaches beyond the world,
be home and
love the change.
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the soft parts exposed
my vulnerability
becomes my true strength
#senryū #haiku #micropoem #strength #vulnerability
my vulnerability
becomes my true strength
#senryū #haiku #micropoem #strength #vulnerability
August 27, 2025 at 5:18 PM
the soft parts exposed
my vulnerability
becomes my true strength
#senryū #haiku #micropoem #strength #vulnerability
my vulnerability
becomes my true strength
#senryū #haiku #micropoem #strength #vulnerability
Meet me at the
edge of the garden.
Tell no one
you’re leaving.
I will know
when you’ve arrived.
I will scale
the brambled
briared hedge,
if you don’t mind
the thorned scratches
down my forearm.
If I leap from the
edge of the garden,
do you think
they’d notice
our absence
by morning?
edge of the garden.
Tell no one
you’re leaving.
I will know
when you’ve arrived.
I will scale
the brambled
briared hedge,
if you don’t mind
the thorned scratches
down my forearm.
If I leap from the
edge of the garden,
do you think
they’d notice
our absence
by morning?
August 27, 2025 at 12:36 PM
Meet me at the
edge of the garden.
Tell no one
you’re leaving.
I will know
when you’ve arrived.
I will scale
the brambled
briared hedge,
if you don’t mind
the thorned scratches
down my forearm.
If I leap from the
edge of the garden,
do you think
they’d notice
our absence
by morning?
edge of the garden.
Tell no one
you’re leaving.
I will know
when you’ve arrived.
I will scale
the brambled
briared hedge,
if you don’t mind
the thorned scratches
down my forearm.
If I leap from the
edge of the garden,
do you think
they’d notice
our absence
by morning?
Reposted by Trini
August 25, 2025 at 2:29 PM
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No grand purpose,
So I paint,
My own small dream.
🎨
#Senryu #Poem #MicroPoem #ShortVerse #CreativeWriting
So I paint,
My own small dream.
🎨
#Senryu #Poem #MicroPoem #ShortVerse #CreativeWriting
June 26, 2025 at 5:27 PM
No grand purpose,
So I paint,
My own small dream.
🎨
#Senryu #Poem #MicroPoem #ShortVerse #CreativeWriting
So I paint,
My own small dream.
🎨
#Senryu #Poem #MicroPoem #ShortVerse #CreativeWriting
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Delighted to have a new #haiku published in @freshoutmag.bsky.social Poetry Collective
Huge thanks to Eric Lohman
#micropoetry #poetry #poetrylovers #poetrycommunity #woods #winter #manchester #uk
Huge thanks to Eric Lohman
#micropoetry #poetry #poetrylovers #poetrycommunity #woods #winter #manchester #uk
July 15, 2025 at 8:26 AM
Delighted to have a new #haiku published in @freshoutmag.bsky.social Poetry Collective
Huge thanks to Eric Lohman
#micropoetry #poetry #poetrylovers #poetrycommunity #woods #winter #manchester #uk
Huge thanks to Eric Lohman
#micropoetry #poetry #poetrylovers #poetrycommunity #woods #winter #manchester #uk
Steady my feet
as I climb the
rocky bluffs towards
the Great Pacific.
As her waves
crash and churn
against the pebbled,
bouldered beaches;
swell up in me a
current of gratitude
for my life
beyond the shore.
May it carry me
through the forest,
down the winding trail,
and safely to my Indiana home.
as I climb the
rocky bluffs towards
the Great Pacific.
As her waves
crash and churn
against the pebbled,
bouldered beaches;
swell up in me a
current of gratitude
for my life
beyond the shore.
May it carry me
through the forest,
down the winding trail,
and safely to my Indiana home.
July 15, 2025 at 12:03 PM
Steady my feet
as I climb the
rocky bluffs towards
the Great Pacific.
As her waves
crash and churn
against the pebbled,
bouldered beaches;
swell up in me a
current of gratitude
for my life
beyond the shore.
May it carry me
through the forest,
down the winding trail,
and safely to my Indiana home.
as I climb the
rocky bluffs towards
the Great Pacific.
As her waves
crash and churn
against the pebbled,
bouldered beaches;
swell up in me a
current of gratitude
for my life
beyond the shore.
May it carry me
through the forest,
down the winding trail,
and safely to my Indiana home.
In a world flooded
with words that
tear and snap,
let love
flow from your throat,
spill over your tongue,
hug your teeth, and
pour past your lips.
May the air
around you
be so saturated
with the dew of
your loving phrase
that to be in
your presence
is to swim.
#poem #poetry #poetrycommunity
with words that
tear and snap,
let love
flow from your throat,
spill over your tongue,
hug your teeth, and
pour past your lips.
May the air
around you
be so saturated
with the dew of
your loving phrase
that to be in
your presence
is to swim.
#poem #poetry #poetrycommunity
July 8, 2025 at 12:13 PM
In a world flooded
with words that
tear and snap,
let love
flow from your throat,
spill over your tongue,
hug your teeth, and
pour past your lips.
May the air
around you
be so saturated
with the dew of
your loving phrase
that to be in
your presence
is to swim.
#poem #poetry #poetrycommunity
with words that
tear and snap,
let love
flow from your throat,
spill over your tongue,
hug your teeth, and
pour past your lips.
May the air
around you
be so saturated
with the dew of
your loving phrase
that to be in
your presence
is to swim.
#poem #poetry #poetrycommunity
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I just introduced my 17 yo daughter to this much-loved poem.
If you beat yourself up mentally though you don’t hurt others, if your brain is different so your thoughts are loud and tangled, if you’re conscientious but still very strict with yourself, then it’s also for you:
If you beat yourself up mentally though you don’t hurt others, if your brain is different so your thoughts are loud and tangled, if you’re conscientious but still very strict with yourself, then it’s also for you:
June 25, 2025 at 1:40 PM
I just introduced my 17 yo daughter to this much-loved poem.
If you beat yourself up mentally though you don’t hurt others, if your brain is different so your thoughts are loud and tangled, if you’re conscientious but still very strict with yourself, then it’s also for you:
If you beat yourself up mentally though you don’t hurt others, if your brain is different so your thoughts are loud and tangled, if you’re conscientious but still very strict with yourself, then it’s also for you:
Do you know
the earliest signs
of human civilization?
A mended bone.
Healing.
Our oldest brothers
willing to pause
their fight for survival,
to slow their pace,
to risk their safety.
May we not have
progressed so far
as to forget
the most basic
thing that makes
us human:
A mended bone.
Healing.
the earliest signs
of human civilization?
A mended bone.
Healing.
Our oldest brothers
willing to pause
their fight for survival,
to slow their pace,
to risk their safety.
May we not have
progressed so far
as to forget
the most basic
thing that makes
us human:
A mended bone.
Healing.
June 24, 2025 at 2:14 PM
Do you know
the earliest signs
of human civilization?
A mended bone.
Healing.
Our oldest brothers
willing to pause
their fight for survival,
to slow their pace,
to risk their safety.
May we not have
progressed so far
as to forget
the most basic
thing that makes
us human:
A mended bone.
Healing.
the earliest signs
of human civilization?
A mended bone.
Healing.
Our oldest brothers
willing to pause
their fight for survival,
to slow their pace,
to risk their safety.
May we not have
progressed so far
as to forget
the most basic
thing that makes
us human:
A mended bone.
Healing.
The Tree and Her Roots
Does the tree shy
from the support
of her roots?
Does she creak
and groan in
apology for the
weight of her trunk?
Does she drop
her leaves in spring
to lessen the load?
Chop her branches?
Withhold her fruits?
Look to the trees,
for they rely on their roots.
#poem #poet
Does the tree shy
from the support
of her roots?
Does she creak
and groan in
apology for the
weight of her trunk?
Does she drop
her leaves in spring
to lessen the load?
Chop her branches?
Withhold her fruits?
Look to the trees,
for they rely on their roots.
#poem #poet
June 17, 2025 at 12:25 PM
When the dust rises
on the horizon,
and the dirt devils whirl,
the sand becomes cloud,
and the hidden sun
glows a ghastly red.
Taste the grit on your teeth.
Feel the silt fill your lungs.
on the horizon,
and the dirt devils whirl,
the sand becomes cloud,
and the hidden sun
glows a ghastly red.
Taste the grit on your teeth.
Feel the silt fill your lungs.
June 10, 2025 at 12:30 PM
When the dust rises
on the horizon,
and the dirt devils whirl,
the sand becomes cloud,
and the hidden sun
glows a ghastly red.
Taste the grit on your teeth.
Feel the silt fill your lungs.
on the horizon,
and the dirt devils whirl,
the sand becomes cloud,
and the hidden sun
glows a ghastly red.
Taste the grit on your teeth.
Feel the silt fill your lungs.
Reposted by Trini
summer wind
we'll meet again
at the usual shore
you bring a rose
and I'll bring some poems
Fatma Zohra Habis
#NaTankaMo #MayTanka
#Tanka #TankaThursday
#5lines #vss365
#poetrycommunity #poem
shore
we'll meet again
at the usual shore
you bring a rose
and I'll bring some poems
Fatma Zohra Habis
#NaTankaMo #MayTanka
#Tanka #TankaThursday
#5lines #vss365
#poetrycommunity #poem
shore
May 24, 2025 at 6:54 PM
summer wind
we'll meet again
at the usual shore
you bring a rose
and I'll bring some poems
Fatma Zohra Habis
#NaTankaMo #MayTanka
#Tanka #TankaThursday
#5lines #vss365
#poetrycommunity #poem
shore
we'll meet again
at the usual shore
you bring a rose
and I'll bring some poems
Fatma Zohra Habis
#NaTankaMo #MayTanka
#Tanka #TankaThursday
#5lines #vss365
#poetrycommunity #poem
shore