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@newgirldark.bsky.socialOct 7, 2026, 9:08 PM

Cold candlelight fades,
footsteps echo down the hall,
but no one is there.
#DarkHaiku #HorrorPoetry #Creepy #DarkWriting #Gothic

@rustwolf.bsky.socialOct 7, 2026, 8:03 PM

Horrorku prompt: crater

this growing obsession
with purifying my body . . .
impact craters

This was a fun prompt, Phil! Thanks for sharing!

#haikuhorrorprompt #HorrorPoetry #BodyHorror #CosmicHorror #micropoetry

@fhpowellwriter.bsky.socialOct 6, 2026, 1:35 PM

Is thirteen feet of garden hose
is it enough to impress my neighbours?
will I get a mention
in some gardening magazine
Does it give me kudos
make me look a serious contender
how will I never know

@madp03t.bsky.social

#ampersandafterdark No. 67
#prompt #horrorpoetry #writing

@tristanrobertlange.bsky.socialOct 5, 2026, 12:15 PM

🕵️‍♂️💻 NEW POEM DROP 💻🕵️‍♂️

“This new revelation is fucking my world.”

A trans boy’s beloved hero betrays him—and the clues lead toward something much larger. 🏳️‍⚧️🕯️

#Poetry #Tittu #TittuPoetry #tristanrobertlange #HorrorPoetry #MacabreMonday

@azurelionprod.bsky.socialOct 4, 2026, 6:59 PM

Dark speculative poem "A Mystery Better Left Alone".
#poem #poetry #darkpoem #darkpoetry #speculativepoem #speculativepoetry #horror #horrorpoem #horrorpoetry
@stuartmiller1.bsky.social
@corutaniconnolly.bsky.social

A Mystery Better Left Alone By Richard H. Fay As I undo the rusty latch Binding this fusty tome, I eagerly await answers To arcane questions Sane folk never dare ask. Beneath the bound cover, Within crackling pages Rendered from human flesh, I seek to learn forbidden lore, And solve the riddle of life. Reading words penned in blood, Gaining knowledge forsaken by all, I forfeit my very soul To resolve a mystery Better left alone.
@newgirldark.bsky.socialOct 3, 2026, 2:02 AM

Red moon above the trees
Something whispers from the fog
Do not turn around
#Halloween #DarkHaiku #HorrorPoetry #GothicHorror #DarkAesthetic

@obscurafantastica.comSep 29, 2026, 1:43 PM

What do you keep when you clear out your father’s desk? A few papers. A question you can’t leave alone. Read “The Custodian’s Copy” free on FREQ.

#CthulhuTuesday #NuWeird #Poem #Poetry #Promptalism #SynthLit #HorrorPoetry #DarkPoetry #WeirdFiction #GothicHorror #PoetryCommunity #ReadPoetry

@tristanrobertlange.bsky.socialSep 28, 2026, 10:26 AM

✂️🦴 NEW DEVILISHLY DREADFUL POEM 🦴✂️

“You will never be the one to define / Who’s forgiven through being forgotten”

Ruth the Betrayer returns—and she has not forgotten.

Read Saint Sorebones by Tristan Robert Lange. 👇

#Poetry #Tittu #TittuPoetry #tristanrobertlange #HorrorPoetry

@fobhaiku.bsky.socialSep 23, 2026, 4:31 PM

Looking forward to meeting up with other vendors & attendees this Saturday in Central Iowa!

#vanmetervisitor #middlewestpress #cryptids #horrorpoetry #microflash

@middlewestpress.bsky.socialSep 21, 2026, 3:22 PM

“Cryptids, Kaiju & Corn” Vol. 2—now featured as a Community of Literary Magazines & Presses (CLMP) September 2026 new release! @clmporg.bsky.social

More info here:
www.clmp.org/news/books-l...

#middlewestpress #horrorpoetry #cryptids #midwestmonsters #scifipoetry #microflash #clmp

Slide text: "Featured on CLMP's list of new releases!" / "Books launching in September" "Cryptids, Kaiju & Corn" book cover image: Against a purple sky, a giant glowing red-orange moth attacks the Ferris wheel at Chicago's Navy Pier.
@colmawilliams.bsky.socialSep 21, 2026, 7:35 AM

@madp03t.bsky.social
#poetryprompt #poem #irishpoetry #horrorpoetry #microhorror #creepypoem

Title: My Throat The first knock woke me up Was that a dream? I couldn't tell The second knock startled me Is it in the house? My head was throbbing A third knock, too loud Why? I stumbled to the door I didn't want to. Did I see movement? I risked a hello My words caught In my throat My throat I froze a moment Something dropped Off the knocker It was blood. Am I bleeding?
@obscurafantastica.comSep 16, 2026, 6:19 PM

Everyone loves a proud update. This one has teeth. How close do you look before you click “like”? Read “For Everyone Asking,” free on FREQ.

#WeirdWrites #NuWeird #Poem #Poetry #PoetrySky #HorrorPoetry #DarkPoetry #SpeculativePoetry #LiteraryHorror #PoetryCommunity

@odragonku.bsky.socialSep 15, 2026, 10:20 PM

#Chop-chop goes the knife,
Quickly, bag that pale, grand prize,
Sirens in the distance.

🔪 🩸

#WSS366 #DailyPrompt #Chop #PoetrySky #ThreeLines #MicroPoem #Horrorku #HorrorPoetry #DarkVerse #PoetryCommunity #MicroWriting

@horrificscribs.bsky.socialSep 15, 2026, 9:16 PM

NEW SCRIBE ALERT! HORRIFIC SCRIBES welcomes Josh Pearce and his trio of dark poems _Deathwatch and Others_. Clocks, insects, webs, warheads, time, death, inevitability...

horrificscribblings.com

#darkpoetry #horrorpoetry #experimentalpoetry #horror @fictionaljosh.bsky.social

@obscurafantastica.comSep 15, 2026, 3:29 PM

An orchid blooms where it shouldn’t, and something begins answering from the spaces between light, dust, and sleep. “The Interval Between Visits” turns observation into quiet dread. Full poem free on FREQ.

#CthulhuTuesday #NuWeird #Poetry #Promptalism #SynthLit #HorrorPoetry #CosmicHorror

@rock-rex.bsky.socialSep 14, 2026, 7:55 PM

"One in Three"

From "Contact Light" (2025, Alien Buddha Press)

#poem #poetry #skypoets #blueskypoets #poetsofbluesky #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity #horrorpoem #horrorpoetry #contactlight #alienbuddhapress
@alienbuddhapress.bsky.social
@markknight63.bsky.social

Stop! Listen! I was on my way (It doesn’t matter where); The stars were fading into day, & in the East a bloody flare. The wheel was heavy in my hands, The traffic fast though sparse; My eyes were swollen, gritty, & I needed food & coffee, fast. A sign for services appeared, Blue through the windscreen’s blur, & taking extra care I steered Into a car park vast & bare. Alone & stranded on a coast Of tables stacked with chairs, I ploughed through mushrooms, eggs, & toast, & finished two cafetières. The gents was clean enough, & yet Beneath a piney scent There was a whiff of winding sheet; I quickly splashed my face & went. Refreshed, replete, yet ill at ease, Brain squirming like a toad, I drove towards a stand of trees That stood beside the exit road. A sense of dread broke on my soul, I sped up ̕til the car Was barely under my control — & then it came, as black as tar, A cat that streaked across my bow. I wrenched the wheel in vain; The car was still, I don’t know how, & I sat shaking from the strain. At last I found the strength to stir & got out of my seat, & found the body — matted fur & bloody face, no more than meat. The corpse was tangled up inside The radiator grille; I stared at it — my eyes were wide, My breath was short, my stomach ill. I couldn’t bring myself to touch This thing of bone & hair, To pull it from the metal’s clutch; Reluctantly I left it there. I got back in, & as I left The rear-view mirror showed No sign of car park, Little Chef — Only a long & empty road. Since then I’ve driven up & down, The cat a badge of shame, But found no village, found no town, No exit back from where I came. Only the service stations drear That dot the motorway, In which I sometimes find an ear Prepared to listen to my tale. But now I see your friends are back & with them you must go — & I’ll continue on the track Of one who’ll hear me & not lack Compassion for me, & will hack From off my car that carcase black, & loose me from these bonds of woe.