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@cathdrake.bsky.social
@cathdrake.bsky.social
@brumotoro.bsky.socialare we born twice?
where do we go?
the drops that rise
to peak and fall
back to the sea
ripples to waves
the fish that ride
the #distantwake
@alethianstrata.bsky.socialYou can apologize
with shame in your voice,
or you can apologize
by holding yourself
accountable
in a fair
and measured way.
Be careful which reality,
which story,
you’re both agreeing
to build back from.
@jnmcmanus.bsky.socialA SUNDAY HAIKU
俳句サンデー
`flawed realities`
Cracks in the mirror —
fragments of reality
glimpses of a true self
— J N M
27 September 2026
Art Credits ™a Mind's Eye
`flawed realities`
Sumi Art
Digitally Enhanced
Year: 2026
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@zentinl.bsky.socialHi #PoemsAbout community. With apologies, I've been away for about a month, but missing you all. Trying to shake the rust off for #DeadLetters. 🙏 @alanparrywriter.co.uk and @thebrokenspine.co.uk.
#poetrycommunity #poetry #blueskypoets #blueskypoetry #poetsofbluesky #skypoet #writingcommunity
@ecohesfordragons.bsky.social“Let Me Love It Honestly”
Let me criticize the thing I love without making me its enemy.
Let me say this part was beautiful, and this part was hollow, and still mean I stayed until the credits rolled.
#BadPoet #Poetry #SkyPoet #ImWritingHere #Human #BlueSkyPoetry #LiveLoveLaugh #Belonging #Us
@alethianstrata.bsky.social
@riles-writes.bsky.social“Morning always came
too quickly.
And when the sky
started turning gray
the world would return.
Responsibilities.
Rules.
The reasons
we weren’t supposed
to be doing this.”
-Nights in the Van
#Poetry #LovePoetry #SkyPoet #PoetryCommunity #WritersOfBluesky
@makangerous.bsky.socialCame up with the first two lines while half-asleep, I should do that more often #poem #poetry #writing #mywriting #SkyPoet #BlueSkyPoetry #vss365 #punk
@riles-writes.bsky.social“People always
want damaged things
for cheap.”
He placed my heart
on the counter.
“Doesn’t mean
they’re worth less.”
-I Found My Heart in a Pawn Shop
A reminder for anyone who learned to measure their worth by what happened to them.
@riles-writes.bsky.social“I wanted penance.
Instructions.
A receipt.
Something difficult
enough
to make returning
to myself
feel earned.
Instead,
God came
and sat
on the floor
beside me.”
-God Keeps a Lost and Found
@riles-writes.bsky.social“Some things
I took back.
The anger.
The poems.
The word no.
The laugh.”
-God Keeps a Lost and Found
@ecohesfordragons.bsky.socialTruth does not arrive
at the first knock upon the door.
It waits within the hallways,
listening, nothing more.
All else falls away,
without one step stepped toward.
Walls will fade to silence,
and Truth alone is borne.
@riles-writes.bsky.social“Maybe that’s
how a heart disappears.
Not dramatically.
Not with someone
ripping it
from your chest.
Maybe you just
keep handing out
small pieces
until one day
you reach inside yourself
and there’s nothing
there.”
I Found My Heart in a Pawn Shop
@riles-writes.bsky.social“There are truths
you spend
your whole life
needing to hear
that become
almost unbearable
when someone
finally says them.”
Maybe some truths hurt not because they’re cruel,
but because we deserved to hear them much sooner.
#Poetry #SkyPoet #PoetryCommunity #Healing #WritersOfBluesky
@riles-writes.bsky.social“At how many years
I spent
calling survival
a personality.”
Sometimes you survive something for so long that you forget which parts are you—and which parts were just trying to keep you alive.
#Poetry #SkyPoet #PoetryCommunity #Healing #WritingCommunity
@bigjosh84.bsky.socialIt’s another day, and we’re all still blessed to be here.
But we live in a world constantly telling us how little we matter.
So, for whoever needs to hear it today:
You matter.
Here’s some poems. 💙💙💙
#poetry #blueskypoets #writingcommunity #BlueSkyPoetry #SkyPoet
@riles-writes.bsky.social“I had spent
so long
looking at
where I’d been hurt
that I hadn’t noticed
I wasn’t bleeding anymore.”
Sometimes healing happens quietly enough that the scars are the last ones to find out.
#Poetry #SkyPoet #BlueSkyPoetry #PoetryCommunity #Healing #WritingCommunity
@riles-writes.bsky.social“How long
would You have kept mine?”
I asked.
God looked up.
“As long
as it took.”
— God Keeps a Lost and Found
For anyone who has ever worried they’ve been gone too long to find their way home.
#Poetry #FaithPoetry #SkyPoet #BlueSkyPoetry #PoetryCommunity
@riles-writes.bsky.socialMaybe the most intimate thing
isn’t being desired.
Maybe it’s being seen
beneath all the things
you were told made you dangerous-
and being loved
without being asked
to become harmless first.