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@suzannafitzpatrick.bsky.socialOct 1, 2026, 1:22 PM

Happy #NationalPoetryDay! I feel poetry is the closest thing we have to telepathy, and we need it more than ever. Delighted to be shortlisted for this year's Canterbury Festival Poet of the Year. I'll be reading tonight on Zoom in excellent company - 7pm, all welcome: us05web.zoom.us/j/8681424660...

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@localnotail.bsky.socialOct 1, 2026, 1:21 PM

Another poem for #BlackHistoryMonth and #NationalPoetryDay

@localnotail.bsky.socialOct 1, 2026, 1:19 PM

Poem for #BlackHistoryMonth and #NationalPoetryDay

@careopinion.org.ukOct 1, 2026, 1:17 PM

Happy #NationalPoetryDay! People share stories about their health and care experiences on @careopinion.org.uk in their own words, and sometimes those stories take the form of a poem. Read this blog reflecting on some of the poems: www.careopinion.org.uk/blogposts/10...

A quote from a poem shared on Care Opinion, written in purple text on a white background with a drawing of a feather quill: "so now we want to let you know how great you been high and low so celebrations now from us to you for all the wonders that you do". Author, poemCRB. The Care Opinion logo is at the bottom.
@librariesnl.bsky.socialOct 1, 2026, 1:05 PM

With today being #NationalPoetryDay, it's the perfect day to add a little book of poems to your to-read pile when you visit our libraries today. There's a great selection available for you pick from. What would be your choice?

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@letterssounds.bsky.socialOct 1, 2026, 12:56 PM

šŸ“š Bring a little wonder to your classroom thisĀ  #NationalPoetryDay! Our Little Wandle trainers have chosen poetry anthologies for all primary ages. Explore their picks and share a poem today. šŸ§” Which poem is a favourite in your school? Let us know in the comments šŸ‘‡

@mslexia.bsky.socialOct 1, 2026, 12:50 PM

Happy #NationalPoetryDay! Poets, if you're looking for somewhere to send your work, we've got you covered! Submissions to Issue 112 and our 2026 Poetry Competitions are āœØ OPEN āœØ

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@alisonlittle.bsky.socialOct 1, 2026, 12:48 PM

Getting reading for second reading at VG&M.
#NationalPoetryDay

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@julieannthomason.bsky.socialOct 1, 2026, 12:44 PM

#nationalpoetryday 1Oct 26 theme #Wonder. My poem "Wonder" from #mypoetrycollection The Possibilities of Pebbles #poems #blueskypoets on my artwork dandelion pods

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@guinevereclarkpoet.bsky.socialOct 1, 2026, 12:44 PM

šŸ’šāœļøSo excited to be part of the @inksweatandtears.co.uk
National Poetry Day feature week on the Wonder theme - check out these beautiful poems for Day 1.

My poem drops tomorrow šŸ˜ŠThank you Ink Sweat & Tears - what a gorgeous portfolio to be part of #nationalpoetryday #poetry #poetrycommunity

@popasart.bsky.socialOct 1, 2026, 12:39 PM

#NationalPoetryDay a poem from Innocent Bystander Zine written by Roy Kelly

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@inksweatandtears.co.ukOct 1, 2026, 12:37 PM

Texts placed inside a crate to create 'Poem Under Construction'. Photos of the finished collage become #WordandImage: 'Wondering: Poem Under Construction'. These are #Wonder (ful).

@createdtoread.bsky.social for #NationalPoetryDay on inksweatandtears.co.uk/wonder-rache...

#InkSweatandTears

Image of crate covered in different clippings, texts and fonts. Text: National Poetry Day 'Wonder' Word & Image Rachel Carney
@asls.org.ukOct 1, 2026, 12:36 PM

When I found Iā€™d lost you ā€“
not beside me, nor ahead,
nor right nor left not
your green jacket moving

between the trees anywhere ā€“
I waited a long while
before wandering onā€¦

ā€”Kathleen Jamie, ā€œGlamourieā€
from SELECTED POEMS (Picador, 2018)
#NationalPoetryDay
www.panmacmillan.com/authors/kath...

Kathleen Jamie Glamourie When I found Iā€™d lost you ā€“ not beside me, nor ahead, nor right nor left not your green jacket moving between the trees anywhere ā€“ I waited a long while before wandering on. No wren jinked in the undergrowth, not a twig snapped. It was hardly the Wildwood ā€“ just some auld fairmerā€™s shelter belt ā€“ but red haws reached out to me, and between fallen leaves pretty white flowers bloomed late into their year. I tried calling out, or think I did, but your nameshrivelled on my tongue, so instead I strolled on through the woodā€™s good offices, and duly fell to wondering if I hadnā€™t simply made it all up. You, I mean, everything, my entire life. Either way, nothing now could touch me bar my hosts, who appeared as diffuse golden light, as tiny spiders examining my hair ... What gratitude I felt then ā€“ I might be gone for ages, maybe seven years! ā€“ and such sudden joie de vivre that when a ditch gaped right there instantly in front of me I jumped it, blithe as a girl ā€“ ach, I jumped clear over it, without even pausing to think.
@citizen-chris.bsky.socialOct 1, 2026, 12:31 PM

For National Poetry Day, hereā€™s ā€˜My Wife Soothes Our Son in the Early Hoursā€™ from my upcoming mini-pamphlet with Atomic Bohemian.

The poem also appears in Issue 1 of @moleculesunlimited.bsky.social

Happy #nationalpoetryday

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@burningshed.comOct 1, 2026, 12:24 PM

Is there anything
more final
than asking
about Deadwing
on vinyl

#nationalpoetryday

@burningshed.comOct 1, 2026, 12:21 PM

#nationalpoetryday

@asls.org.ukOct 1, 2026, 12:19 PM

My boy is painting outer space,
and steadies his brush-tip to trace
the comets, planets, moon and sun
and all the circuitry they runā€¦

ā€”Don Paterson, ā€œThe Circleā€
published in RAIN, @faberbooks.bsky.social 2009
#poem #poetry #NationalPoetryDay
www.faber.co.uk/product/9780...

The Circle Don Paterson for Jamie My boy is painting outer space, and steadies his brush-tip to trace the comets, planets, moon and sun and all the circuitry they run in one great heavenly design. But when he tries to close the line he draws around his upturned cup, his hand shakes, and he screws it up. The shakeā€™s as old as he is, all (thank god) his body can recall of that hour when, one inch from home, we couldnā€™t get the air to him; and though today heā€™s all the earth and sky for breathing-space and breath the whole troposphere canā€™t cure the flutter in his signature. But Jamie, nothingā€™s what we meant. The dream is taxed. We all resent the quarter bled off by the dark between the bowstring and the mark and trust to Krishna or to fate to keep our arrows halfway straight. But the target also draws our aim ā€“ our will and natureā€™s are the same; we are its living word, and not a book it wrote and then forgot, its fourteen-billion-year-old song inscribed in both our right and wrong ā€“ so even when you rage and moan and bring your fist down like a stone on your spoiled work and useless kit, you just canā€™t help but broadcast it: look at the little avatar of your muddy water-jar filling with the perfect ring singing under everything.
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