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@dandelion
Each knot of it
was an unsaid word
one that learned the way to fly
Mia💙
هر گرهاش
یک حرفِ نگفته بود
که راهِ پرواز را بلد شد
میا💙
Since the moment I saw this image something about it felt strangely tied to every part of me! I fell in love with it it felt like a scream coming from inside my own soul🥹
These words settled in my heart and stayed there forever💛
I think I love this one more than anything I’ve written lately!!!
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@arjantupan
A beautiful reply to my Sopha Talk poem. What would you like to talk about on the sopha?
https://farcaster.xyz/arjantupan/0xba8748fb
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@hamedns
I will speak of fatigue,
not the fatigue that comes from working too hard,
not the kind that wears the body down.
I will speak of short answers
to the question “How are you?”
of always saying “I’m fine, thanks,”
while something else hides underneath.
Now I will speak of the unseen side,
of the tiredness within it,
of where and how
you carried all this weight of loneliness on your shoulders.
I will speak of how you are
Not because I’m a small part of the care team,
but because I want to be your friend.
I will talk to you.
Are you tired of loneliness too?
I don’t mean physical solitude
I mean the feeling of being alone
alone among friends
alone within family
alone in society
Loneliness
loneliness
and loneliness
Poet: myself
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@arjantupan
Sopha Talk, a @sopha inspired poem.
Collect now for only 0.00027 ETH on @minimint-app
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@mikemuse1984
In my world,
mornings start with a post-rock song,
a coffee, a cigarette and a few lines of poetry for you
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@doodleslice
Other Plans https://medium.com/the-crooked-circle/other-plans-96b159a79614?sk=4526954a94c29eb051778d499061f7a8
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@jt-longo
This is the festive season
What are you grateful for ?
Who are you grateful towards?
Who have you forgotten to appreciate?
What is the little you can do to help your neighbours/family/friends?
Spread Gratitude 🙏
Share love this week ❤️
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@mikemuse1984
To me, a rose is a letter
A letter without words
Given from one lover to another🥀
Another of my watercolor paintings
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@arjantupan
Twenty five exclusive inks, hidden behind numbered doors. That's the promise of Inkvent, the advent calendar of ink maker Diamine. The colours are created specifically for the calendar, each year a different set.
Every day I let myself be inspired by the name and colour of the ink to write a poem. For projects like this, I prefer to use poetic forms that bring a certain structure: a syllable count. It starts with the haiku, where I mainly focus on the interpretation of a short poem consisting of three lines with 5, 7 and 5 syllables respectively. The other forms I used are forms I created myself, inspired by the haiku: the tritriplicata with 3, 6, 9, 6 and 3 syllables per line, and the highku with 4, 4, 4, 4, 3, 7 syllables per line.
There is an odd quintet in the collection as well, a poem of 5 lines, in this interpretation consisting of 2, 4, 6, 8 and 2 syllables per line. And maybe an epigram.
These poetic forms give a framework that is easy to work with when creating poems daily, inspired by a prompt provided by an external force. What also helps, is that I wanted to create small vignettes with them, by writing the poem on a piece of paper and making a sketch next to it as well, all of course with the ink of the day. Forms like the ones I used also yield generally short poems, which are easier to fit on a small piece of paper.
I hope you enjoyed the project as much as I did. The poems are minted as NFTs using @minimint-app and you can collect them if you like.
https://opensea.io/collection/inkvent-2025
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@hamedns
She dances in my gaze
like a grain of snow
She glides through my eyes
like dew
on the stem of a leaf
She moves with grace in my gaze
like the sun
rising from behind the mountains in winter
She kindles fire in my heart
the whole of being
and leaving
of my beloved
Poet: myself
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