Micro Poets

Micropoetry collective anonymously managed. If you want to submit a micropoem please DM us.

[Micro Poets @micro_poetry]

sleep tight,
play dead,
open eyes invite advances

[Micro Poets @micro_poetry]

she changed my name and i loved her for it. the first me was awful.

[Micro Poets @micro_poetry]

I'm camping on the sidelines of your theory of a slum where i sleep with women by choice

[Micro Poets @micro_poetry]

that time you had sex with that gross man. i wasn't there and you don't make it sound fun at all.

[Micro Poets @micro_poetry]

we had a hot september. all existing social constructs melted in the ice cream van's chime

[Micro Poets @micro_poetry]

It hurts to become like it hurts to exist, as we reminisce I know that the way I trace your stardust is no more permanent than iron filings.

[Micro Poets @micro_poetry]

sleep tight, play dead. open eyes invite advances

[Micro Poets @micro_poetry]

dear moths: there is nothing for you here. only pain, only the misery of endless flight around the lightbulb, the absurdity of our lives.

[Micro Poets @micro_poetry]

its hard to concentrate on poetry when there is a screaming toddler in the room. think, try to find the poetry in yelling, fail.

[Micro Poets @micro_poetry]

I am lost in the whispers of echoes long silent

[Micro Poets @micro_poetry]

when the rays come in will they come to rest on anything but dust?

[Micro Poets @micro_poetry]

should i slide down the shutters of my feelings for you, or open them up and let the light shine in?

[Micro Poets @micro_poetry]

news of you comes like a punch in the gut, i stagger back from the screen, not quite sure what i have just seen

[Micro Poets @micro_poetry]

I should have let you go #sixwordstory

[Micro Poets @micro_poetry]

sometimes my cells turn to water and i get lost, swirling, as i slip down the plughole

[Micro Poets @micro_poetry]

Sometimes I wish I could slip into someone else's skin and trick you into loving me.

[Micro Poets @micro_poetry]

parts of me died in the house I grew up in. their ghosts reside in rooms now occupied by others. whispers hiding between layers of paint

[Micro Poets @micro_poetry]

when the ice came +scoured these islands clean, cold dark tongues sculpted mountains to valleys, snapping the landscape like twigs underfoot

[Micro Poets @micro_poetry]

A dusty bow, a weathered sail, a worn helm and a tired mast, I step through my front door...

[Micro Poets @micro_poetry]

shuffling round unfamiliar rooms haunted by broken record ghosts of conversations past which fill the memory gaps