my thoughts build cities at midnight...

In English, we say: "I can't sleep."
But in poetry, we say:
"My thoughts build cities at midnight, and I get lost in every alley." pic.twitter.com/ETVAMTOrxt

— Gitana (@Gitana1369877) December 13, 2025

on the summer stage...

on the summer stage the ruthless sun's #apogee swiftly burns shadows #vss365 #haiku

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 14 December 2025 at 06:58

when concepts crumble...

when concepts crumble the #successor depends on more valid questions #vss365 #haiku

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 13 December 2025 at 10:33

secret wartime rooms...

secret wartime rooms an #illicit radio calls for new futures #vss365 #haiku

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 12 December 2025 at 11:41

summer golds sway...

canola golds sway #bewitched when summery winds play summer's music #vss365 #haiku

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 11 December 2025 at 08:25

my broken feelings...

my broken feelings your kind #consolation soothes the shapes of my pain #vss365 #haiku

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 10 December 2025 at 08:48

 

 

a soliloquy is not a speech...

my #soliloquy my lone voice baring issues before my world knows #vss365 #haiku

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 9 December 2025 at 09:38

#vss365 A #soliloquy is not a speech; it’s a wound, bleeding with words.

— Elvis Dylan (@elvisdylan.bsky.social) 8 December 2025 at 23:39