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@mwplovesmusic.bsky.socialOct 13, 2026, 5:31 PM

And today
all of our years
suffocated
me,
crushing me
with no wine made;

Prove you were
here
Prove you were
loved
Prove you
meant
something

But what if,
what
if
I can’t,
I didn’t?

#poetry #divorce

@juan-thehumanist.bsky.socialOct 13, 2026, 5:28 PM

Swift orange flashes

In that decadent darkness

A charged humid night

#poem #poetry #haiku #haikuoftheday #poemsky #haikusky #arethoselasttwothings ?
#thischarmingcaramel

@onecuriousoul.bsky.socialOct 13, 2026, 5:27 PM

FACTS ARE FACTS -- a poem and song by Bill Kochman

#Poetry #Poem

https://www.billkochman.com/Poetry

FACTS ARE FACTS

by Bill Kochman

09-16-2024

Well the facts still remain the facts,
No matter what anyone may claim,
So if your goal is to go to Heaven,
You've gotta trust in Jesus' name.

Sure,

"Facts Are Facts" poem and song graphic by Bill Kochman showing author photo, quills and link to billkochman.com/Poetry
@mattstefonpoems.bsky.socialOct 13, 2026, 5:27 PM

Still love and am proud of this one. #Poetry

@spillwordspress.bsky.socialOct 13, 2026, 5:27 PM

Hamlet in the Movies
written by: Angie Underwood
 

‘Action!’ just a word, I know,
but loaded as a gun.
‘To be, or not to be?’ I think,
‘Now that’s a tricky question!’
My trigger finger lingers…
then someone hollers ‘Shoot!’ #Fiction #Poetry #WritingCommunity #Spillwords #Literature

@lindasvj.bsky.socialOct 13, 2026, 5:26 PM

a #sound voice bruised
wanderlust denied
friends & family
confused as
to why

she
lost the
will to speak

silence holds her in cheek

#vss365 #poetry

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@rhubarbpiart.bsky.socialOct 13, 2026, 5:15 PM

満月が
銀の音色で
夜満たす

MaNgetsu ga
GiN no neiro de
Yoru, mitasu

The full moon
With a silver melody*
Fills the night

#Haiku #Poetry #俳句 #詩 #川柳 #秋 #autumn
#LetsRenga
#DailyHaikuPrompt : full moon
#vss365 : sound
*In Japanese melody 音色 is written “sound-color”

@burkcreative.bsky.socialOct 13, 2026, 5:11 PM

Halloween = Poe time #poetry #edgarallanpoe #halloween #scarystories #poemoftheday

@alaskapoet.bsky.socialOct 13, 2026, 5:05 PM

Poetry!!!!
#AlaskaSky #blueskypoets #poetry

Poem on a broadside with an image of northern lights in the background. Northern lights are reflecting on the sea.
@admirablewomen.bsky.socialOct 13, 2026, 5:04 PM

American poet & essayist Louise Glück died #OTD in 2023.

She won the 2020 Nobel Prize in #Literature for "her unmistakable poetic voice that with austere beauty makes individual existence universal." US Poet Laureate, 2003-04. #poetry #LitSky #BookSky

Nobel Prize-winning poet Louise Glück (1943–2023) is captured in this contemplative portrait, set against a rich, saturated forest-green background. A master of the "austere beauty" that made her one of America's most celebrated literary figures, Glück is shown in a three-quarter view, seated on a wooden chair. Her expression is one of quiet, penetrating observation—a look that mirrors the candid, often stark nature of her Pulitzer Prize-winning work like The Wild Iris. She is dressed simply in a black tank top paired with a matching black cardigan. Her silver-grey bob is neatly styled, framing a face that conveys a lifetime of intellectual rigor and creative reinvention. Her pose is thoughtful: her right arm rests on the chair's back, while her left hand is tucked under her chin. The composition is asymmetrical, with Glück positioned on the right, leaving a wide expanse of deep green to the left that heightens the image's sense of stillness and interiority. The mood is intimate and dignified, fitting for a woman who served as the U.S. Poet Laureate and whose legacy remains a cornerstone of contemporary literature.
@lindasvj.bsky.socialOct 13, 2026, 5:04 PM

like a serene #sound
in wait of
the lighthouse's signal
a fierce storm is approaching

hovering patiently
in place
until it's time for her dash
past the starting gate

#calm holding her back

#vss365 #poetry

@brandonellrich.substack.comOct 13, 2026, 4:56 PM

This ekphrastic poem is a tribute to one of the scariest movies I've seen. #ekphrasticpoem #poem #poetry #blueskypoets #writingcommunity ellrichunraveling.substack.com/p/the-strang...

@rpuglisi.bsky.socialOct 13, 2026, 4:53 PM

If anyone is interested, Atmosphere Press is giving a FREE Writers Summit.
books.atmospherepress.com/october-writ...

#writers #writing #poetry #blueskywriters #PoetryCommunity #WritingCommunity

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@qcc-cuny.bsky.socialOct 13, 2026, 4:53 PM

As part of Welcome Read 2026, QCC hosted former NYC Youth Poet Laureate Ramya Ramana for a poetry reading and workshop. ✍️📖

🔗Read more: www.qcc.cuny.edu/news/2026/09...

Photo credit: Dr. Beth Counihan

#QCC #CUNY #QCCProud #Poetry #CreativeWriting #WelcomeRead

Young woman speaking confidently at a wooden podium with a microphone, against a red and white abstract mural background.
@bigjosh84.bsky.socialOct 13, 2026, 4:53 PM

Life comes with rules nobody remembers agreeing to.

Sometimes happiness is eating dessert first, saying no without guilt, or doing something because it makes you smile.

Here’s some poems. 💙💙💙

21 days until we take our country back.

#poetry #blueskypoets #writingcommunity #BlueSkyPoetry #SkyPoet

A playful poem about breaking the unwritten rules of adulthood by eating dessert before dinner. Beneath the humor is a reminder that we don't always have to postpone happiness in the name of responsibility. Dessert First I ate the cake before my dinner. Nobody died. The sun still rose. The vegetables sat there judging me, but carrots have no right to vote. I've spent my life being responsible, saving the good things until the end. Tonight I licked the frosting knife and didn't offer to share with anyone. The dishes waited in the kitchen. The laundry staged its usual protest. For once, I let the world be disappointed. I took another bite of chocolate cake. If joy is going to be this temporary, I'm having mine while it's still warm.A humorous, relatable poem about finally using the fancy towels normally reserved for guests. It celebrates the small rebellion of enjoying the nice things we own instead of saving them for someone else's visit. The Good Towels We have towels nobody gets to use. They hang there looking very important. Apparently, they're for company, though company has never asked about them. I took one down this morning, the thick one with the fancy border, and dried my ordinary, unimportant face. Somewhere, an etiquette book caught fire. The bathroom looked exactly the same. No alarms sounded. No guests complained. I put the towel in the laundry basket beside the ones we're actually allowed to use. I've decided the nice things in this house should occasionally belong to the people living here.A gentle, funny poem about letting the phone ring unanswered and enjoying an afternoon without obligations. It explores the realization that being constantly available isn't the same as being a good person. Not Today My phone rang while I was doing nothing. For once, I let the damn thing ring. No emergency. No explanation. Just me and a perfectly good afternoon. I watched a bird argue with a squirrel. Neither seemed especially qualified. The coffee cooled beside my chair. The world continued making demands. For years I thought being available was the same as being a good person. Today I learned a different lesson. The bird won. The squirrel went home. I drank my coffee cold and smiled. Some things can wait until tomorrow.An uplifting poem about embracing harmless personal quirks, from singing the wrong lyrics to wearing a favorite ridiculous shirt. It celebrates the freedom of enjoying life without constantly seeking other people's approval. The Wrong Way I sang the wrong words in the car. Loudly. With absolute conviction. I wore the shirt that makes me happy, though somebody once called it ridiculous. I took the long way to the store because the trees were prettier there. I laughed at something inappropriate and apologized to absolutely nobody. Nothing remarkable happened today. No revolution made the evening news. But for a few ridiculous moments, I stopped auditioning for other people's approval. The world got the same old Tuesday. I got a little more of myself back.
@bethlynette.bsky.socialOct 13, 2026, 4:48 PM

ink yourself

#poem #poetry

Pic of poem
@vasopapa.bsky.socialOct 13, 2026, 4:47 PM

Unused
#story #words #writer #writing #poetry #poem #literature #life

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@dreadfullypoorpublishing.co.ukOct 13, 2026, 4:43 PM

​Were Paganini still around,
we’d hear Il Cannone’s pure #sound;
true, his fiddle survives to this day,
for the chosen and worthy to play,
safely kept in the steadiest hands—
heavens, never in mine,
lest it slip from the line
and in pieces upon floorboards land.
#vss365 #poem #poetry #writing #prose