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hate when people i know irl ask me about what im writing cause it's just
cannibalism yuri
mercutio and tybalt. yeah THOSE mercutio and tybalt. they're also yuri
poems. one of them will, again, be yuri
A Big Bird Tweeting
Because we've been swathed in silence for far too long.
hello?
Where did you go?
Fading now, soft & slow
Were you a fuse destined to blow?
Hello?
Maybe the gender wars are that bad
Maybe it's an algorithm thing
Maybe they're just not that into you
Or like the tootsie roll commercial said, "the world may never know"
What I do know is this poem style is called a Cinquain.
K. 💋
"Stand up. Face the new day. Reach a little farther. Do what you fear you cannot do. Be bold."
― Richelle E. Goodrich, Being Bold: Quotes, Poetry, & Motivations for Every Day of the Year
Another @aug-kissed inspired cinquain, this time using the prompt Frantic Kisses
Savour
When I
return to you,
starving, seeking your taste,
let me savour your fierce blessings
this time
yet it hurts
clown clouds all kites unfurled jubilance & church bells but then she hied for good that day or ill fain i’d be okay could i smile the pain away left by my bride fae by TONY SINGLE © All rights reserved 2026
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"Susanna and the Elders" by Adelaide Crapsey, featured in The New Poetry: An Anthology edited by Harriet Monroe and Alice Corbin Henderson