Ingrid Turner
@ingridhturner.bsky.social
That moon is almost full tonight.
I wonder if that's why I'm
bulging
with sweet and watery
stuff makes me feel
buoyant
like gravity is a lie.
I'm so full of you
darling
more than the moon
is full of white.
#poetry #poetsofbluesky #poem #lovepoem #writersofbluesky
I wonder if that's why I'm
bulging
with sweet and watery
stuff makes me feel
buoyant
like gravity is a lie.
I'm so full of you
darling
more than the moon
is full of white.
#poetry #poetsofbluesky #poem #lovepoem #writersofbluesky
December 3, 2025 at 9:40 AM
That moon is almost full tonight.
I wonder if that's why I'm
bulging
with sweet and watery
stuff makes me feel
buoyant
like gravity is a lie.
I'm so full of you
darling
more than the moon
is full of white.
#poetry #poetsofbluesky #poem #lovepoem #writersofbluesky
I wonder if that's why I'm
bulging
with sweet and watery
stuff makes me feel
buoyant
like gravity is a lie.
I'm so full of you
darling
more than the moon
is full of white.
#poetry #poetsofbluesky #poem #lovepoem #writersofbluesky
I want to put my hands on ancient things.
Coarse marble, gritty with millennia.
Cobblestone under my feet.
Gold sheen from centuries ago.
Your heart, beloved -
bountiful, bold,
broken, and
in love.
#poetsofbluesky #writersofbluesky #poem #poetry #lovepoem #lovepoetry
Coarse marble, gritty with millennia.
Cobblestone under my feet.
Gold sheen from centuries ago.
Your heart, beloved -
bountiful, bold,
broken, and
in love.
#poetsofbluesky #writersofbluesky #poem #poetry #lovepoem #lovepoetry
December 3, 2025 at 9:39 AM
I want to put my hands on ancient things.
Coarse marble, gritty with millennia.
Cobblestone under my feet.
Gold sheen from centuries ago.
Your heart, beloved -
bountiful, bold,
broken, and
in love.
#poetsofbluesky #writersofbluesky #poem #poetry #lovepoem #lovepoetry
Coarse marble, gritty with millennia.
Cobblestone under my feet.
Gold sheen from centuries ago.
Your heart, beloved -
bountiful, bold,
broken, and
in love.
#poetsofbluesky #writersofbluesky #poem #poetry #lovepoem #lovepoetry
December 3, 2025 at 9:38 AM
November 16, 2025 at 7:01 AM
I like you.
I like the what ifs -
surfing scenarios
of what life could be.
It's a delight
to like you
and float in possibility.
#micropoetry #poetsofbluesky #writersofbluesky #lovepoem
I like the what ifs -
surfing scenarios
of what life could be.
It's a delight
to like you
and float in possibility.
#micropoetry #poetsofbluesky #writersofbluesky #lovepoem
November 16, 2025 at 6:47 AM
I like you.
I like the what ifs -
surfing scenarios
of what life could be.
It's a delight
to like you
and float in possibility.
#micropoetry #poetsofbluesky #writersofbluesky #lovepoem
I like the what ifs -
surfing scenarios
of what life could be.
It's a delight
to like you
and float in possibility.
#micropoetry #poetsofbluesky #writersofbluesky #lovepoem
November 11, 2025 at 10:40 PM
November 1, 2025 at 4:51 AM
October 24, 2025 at 5:15 PM
October 21, 2025 at 5:31 PM
October 15, 2025 at 5:11 AM
October 13, 2025 at 7:03 PM
October 12, 2025 at 7:25 PM
October 11, 2025 at 2:47 AM
I think we detach from
things
people
love
in pieces.
Life has no great leaps.
Just small steps
gentle releases
slow commitments.
#micropoetry #poetsifbluesky #poetry #spiritual
things
people
love
in pieces.
Life has no great leaps.
Just small steps
gentle releases
slow commitments.
#micropoetry #poetsifbluesky #poetry #spiritual
October 3, 2025 at 9:53 PM
I think we detach from
things
people
love
in pieces.
Life has no great leaps.
Just small steps
gentle releases
slow commitments.
#micropoetry #poetsifbluesky #poetry #spiritual
things
people
love
in pieces.
Life has no great leaps.
Just small steps
gentle releases
slow commitments.
#micropoetry #poetsifbluesky #poetry #spiritual
October 3, 2025 at 7:47 PM
October 3, 2025 at 7:45 PM
October 3, 2025 at 7:34 PM
September 13, 2025 at 2:10 AM
I'm not going to be strong anymore
in the face of grief.
I'll never imprison myself
in stoicism
again.
I will grieve,
and it will not be quiet.
Cover your ears if you must.
I will not swallow my cries for you.
#poetsofbluesky #griefpoetry #poet
in the face of grief.
I'll never imprison myself
in stoicism
again.
I will grieve,
and it will not be quiet.
Cover your ears if you must.
I will not swallow my cries for you.
#poetsofbluesky #griefpoetry #poet
September 11, 2025 at 5:17 AM
I'm not going to be strong anymore
in the face of grief.
I'll never imprison myself
in stoicism
again.
I will grieve,
and it will not be quiet.
Cover your ears if you must.
I will not swallow my cries for you.
#poetsofbluesky #griefpoetry #poet
in the face of grief.
I'll never imprison myself
in stoicism
again.
I will grieve,
and it will not be quiet.
Cover your ears if you must.
I will not swallow my cries for you.
#poetsofbluesky #griefpoetry #poet
You've got that sweet, acrid smell.
Cologne and cigarettes. Whiskey.
Don't you dare lean in and kiss me
I know where that smell leads -
me, on a metal slab, suffering
penetration twice, once after you -
a cold compounding of indignity.
I know what you'll put me through.
#poetry #poetsofbluesky
Cologne and cigarettes. Whiskey.
Don't you dare lean in and kiss me
I know where that smell leads -
me, on a metal slab, suffering
penetration twice, once after you -
a cold compounding of indignity.
I know what you'll put me through.
#poetry #poetsofbluesky
July 13, 2025 at 9:35 PM
You've got that sweet, acrid smell.
Cologne and cigarettes. Whiskey.
Don't you dare lean in and kiss me
I know where that smell leads -
me, on a metal slab, suffering
penetration twice, once after you -
a cold compounding of indignity.
I know what you'll put me through.
#poetry #poetsofbluesky
Cologne and cigarettes. Whiskey.
Don't you dare lean in and kiss me
I know where that smell leads -
me, on a metal slab, suffering
penetration twice, once after you -
a cold compounding of indignity.
I know what you'll put me through.
#poetry #poetsofbluesky
Lightning over rainbows
groans over sighs.
Foggy mornings
over city scapes.
You
over me.
Here -
over there.
#poetsofbluesky #micropoetry #lovepoem #wrietersofbluesky
groans over sighs.
Foggy mornings
over city scapes.
You
over me.
Here -
over there.
#poetsofbluesky #micropoetry #lovepoem #wrietersofbluesky
July 10, 2025 at 5:22 PM
Lightning over rainbows
groans over sighs.
Foggy mornings
over city scapes.
You
over me.
Here -
over there.
#poetsofbluesky #micropoetry #lovepoem #wrietersofbluesky
groans over sighs.
Foggy mornings
over city scapes.
You
over me.
Here -
over there.
#poetsofbluesky #micropoetry #lovepoem #wrietersofbluesky
I don't know you, so it's all projection.
But what a beautiful mirage it makes!
A hologram dancing on a stage.
Hey, they did that with Tupac Shakur
that poet of my generation
so why
can't I
do that
with you?
#micropoetry #poetsofbluesky #lovepoem
But what a beautiful mirage it makes!
A hologram dancing on a stage.
Hey, they did that with Tupac Shakur
that poet of my generation
so why
can't I
do that
with you?
#micropoetry #poetsofbluesky #lovepoem
July 1, 2025 at 5:46 PM
I don't know you, so it's all projection.
But what a beautiful mirage it makes!
A hologram dancing on a stage.
Hey, they did that with Tupac Shakur
that poet of my generation
so why
can't I
do that
with you?
#micropoetry #poetsofbluesky #lovepoem
But what a beautiful mirage it makes!
A hologram dancing on a stage.
Hey, they did that with Tupac Shakur
that poet of my generation
so why
can't I
do that
with you?
#micropoetry #poetsofbluesky #lovepoem
June 27, 2025 at 7:36 PM
Do the leaders who
drop bombs on
far away lands
have the same
nightmares as
the boys who
lock eyes with
another boy who
could've been
a friend, and instead
shoot him in the head?
#micropoetry #poetsofbluesky #war #writersofbluesky
drop bombs on
far away lands
have the same
nightmares as
the boys who
lock eyes with
another boy who
could've been
a friend, and instead
shoot him in the head?
#micropoetry #poetsofbluesky #war #writersofbluesky
June 25, 2025 at 3:26 AM
Do the leaders who
drop bombs on
far away lands
have the same
nightmares as
the boys who
lock eyes with
another boy who
could've been
a friend, and instead
shoot him in the head?
#micropoetry #poetsofbluesky #war #writersofbluesky
drop bombs on
far away lands
have the same
nightmares as
the boys who
lock eyes with
another boy who
could've been
a friend, and instead
shoot him in the head?
#micropoetry #poetsofbluesky #war #writersofbluesky
Love isn't a risk.
It's not a thing that might hurt you.
It's a thing that will.
But you will love, too, and -
my God,
there's nothing beyond that.
When you accept these things together -
the love -
the pain -
your life will be rich, my friend,
rich beyond measure.
#poetofbluesky #micropoetry
It's not a thing that might hurt you.
It's a thing that will.
But you will love, too, and -
my God,
there's nothing beyond that.
When you accept these things together -
the love -
the pain -
your life will be rich, my friend,
rich beyond measure.
#poetofbluesky #micropoetry
June 24, 2025 at 4:19 PM
Love isn't a risk.
It's not a thing that might hurt you.
It's a thing that will.
But you will love, too, and -
my God,
there's nothing beyond that.
When you accept these things together -
the love -
the pain -
your life will be rich, my friend,
rich beyond measure.
#poetofbluesky #micropoetry
It's not a thing that might hurt you.
It's a thing that will.
But you will love, too, and -
my God,
there's nothing beyond that.
When you accept these things together -
the love -
the pain -
your life will be rich, my friend,
rich beyond measure.
#poetofbluesky #micropoetry