#instagram poets

[abrighterspark]

take a break from adventure, and the view

not quite home, but it will do

as a stop along the road to somewhere new -

an oasis of light in the desert of night

[stillgrowingwildflowers]

and if flowers can grow through cracks in the sidewalk then you can get through this.

-whereshegrows-

from my first poetry book, still growing wildflowers

[env0writes]

Cicada Sentences 25. “The Headlights in the Sky on the Horizon”

The shortest days are far from here Yet each moment passes minutes Flat-tired, blinkers on, the sun steers Struggling towards its Westward limits Scorching suspension; night driving like a deer;                     in the headlights

Have the clocks melted as Dali depicted? Warping time around familiar moments Metal components move languished as predicted So too, this internal clock, acts as opponents Contrary to its direction, movement restricted;                      in the sky

The sun is a rusted red Ford, with a flat-tire Driving west on a dusty back road, Its squeaks and thuds drumming past wild brush fires Broken radio static humming, and carrying a light load Such inconsistent speed hurtling towards what it requires;  in the horizon

C.Buck Env0 Writes Ko-Fi & Venmo ||| @Zenv0

[dreamyrainbowwriter]

[theprocast]

I’d rather take the risk then miss my chance and if it burns me then it was still the brightest fire I’ve ever had

Through the flames who knew we’d stay @numbteenagers

[iammorethanaflower]

(and so have the poetry prompts!)

As we all know, Instagram has an amazing writing community full of incredible poets and a lot of these amazing poets and writing communities put up a list of prompts for each month. I absolutely adore these! I know we’re already 5 days in (sorry for being a bit late) but I promise these prompts are so good you’ll catch up easily! So here are some that have gone up for the month of September that I think you guys would like to check out!

[thoughtsbydelilah]

i am so used to being hurt that you leaving did nothing but bring up childhood memories -  the haunting sorrow in my subconscious the smashed mugs on the tiled floor, bed sheets on the living room couch, uncertainty between conversations - i am so used to feeling pain that it does nothing  but linger in the icy air

@poetrybydelilah via tumblr

[betweenoceansandgoldteeth-blog]

It’s 1 am here in our part of the world, and I totally forgot to upload the episode when it was done hours and hours ago. 

I’m not sure if remember was a positive or a negative, but here’s the episode! We (Joel and myself and our fantastic addition to this episode Jake Taylor) have a good chat about this week’s poem