Blog de aljif7 Hive account @aljif7 PLATAFORMA: Hive FECHA: Jueves 14 de mayo de 2026. Área: Poesía Alchemy of poetic words. Poem # 18/ Alquimia de palabras poéticas. Poema # 18 May 14, 2026 AREA: Poetry

Blog de aljif7 Hive account @aljif7 PLATAFORMA: Hive FECHA: Viernes 1 de mayo de 2026. Área: Poesía Alchemy of poetic words. Poem # 17/ Alquimia de palabras poéticas. Poema # 17 Apr 30, 2026 AREA: Poetry

Just a dark poem.

Just a weird poem.

Just a spicy poem.

No te dije sin embargo que la cara más bonita que tiene la luna es la que pone cuando estás mirando como si se sonrojara en un pálido brillo plateado. I didn't tell you nevertheless that the most beautiful

hablaba sin lengua, como un chorro de sangre y un espejo en el que te reflejas: solo se veía, lejano, un desierto [she spoke without tongue, like a stream of blood and a mirror in which you reflect yourself:

Be inclusive Into elusive you Into the engulfing night I fold within your heart like a promise

Image Source Edited by me Syncope Take me Drag me from this reality To the edge of nothingness Suspend me in the ether Hold me in eternity For only a moment As I tremble Then carry me back Through the

Warning Murders congregate Screaming black warnings to me As I walk the path Image is a derivative work by me Original Source Sometimes life sends you warnings. Hopefully you are in a position to understand

Five micropoems with images . by @d-pend ............................... ....... Happy Friday! Recently, @owasco posted a collection of poems that reminded me how much I enjoy shorter-length poems. I thought

HEADS UP Remember me With my head Up in the sky Proud But give me Permission to Fail, with every Nail I put in My own coffin I’m a shark I know that My departure Is always Desired But my fitness Is my

THE ONES THAT BLOCK YOU OUT You begin your questions Why, why, why You desperateness takes Over you You fight, for what you Believe is right Friends don't lose friends You were so close And yet now you've

UNLAWFUL Maybe it Was in Being a Little bit Rebellious That we really Found ourselves

Weft. five original micropoems by @d-pend . photos by CitizenFresh — Weft — The hypothetical unanswered If dialogues of wind were enough to satisfy the metaphysician— crumbling into rivulets of flame,

@lazarus-wistOriginal Words and Image.

You were raw and the summer blue ,i was cold ,a winter without clue .we existed in same space coordinates ,but time dimension was a bitch . i still could feel you ,inside me .your heart and my heart was