Hey #poets and friends
Going to detach for a bit. Keep #writing, keep #resisting. I appreciate you all taking the time to read my stuff and to support it. Truly amazing talent in this joint.
3 minutes Freezing air Wind wailing through The house's old bones Snow eating her steps Stove clock flashing Memory of a mishap I slept through Drafts at the kitchen window As the tap Fills the kettle Life inconvenienced But the tea still Steeps for three
#poetry #blueskypoets
This morning's moments.
Here is a #poem
A message from one of our ancient predecessors!
After a rambling intro on acoustic guitar.
#Bandcamp #MusicSky
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#vss365
Word Fast
I’ve given up poetry for Lent,
banned metaphors for smuggling sugar,
similes closed till Easter.
Adjectives wither, crazed, outside the mouth,
nouns isolated,
eating only absence.
Still beneath restraint,
a stubborn line
kneels,
unfasted, learning to live
without me.
#crazed
Overcast Grey all around The sky My hair The morning creeps With no sun beam To announce it Edge of the bed With hands on knees A standing exhale Grab a cardigan And go make coffee An all weather friend
#poetry
#blueskypoet
I am working on writing in the moment. Mornings are where I am for now. Thank you all for reading. Here is a #poem
Glass The mirror waits outside the bathroom, a cold, unblinking witness. I step into its gaze, light peeling from wet paper skin. Tattoos swim at the surface, belonging to someone else. This undressed figure before me, a scarred, inked map to nowhere, breathing without permission, a creature stitched together from choices I never claimed. My hands hover, useless, their touch foreign. Ribs rise and fall to a rhythm that isn’t mine. The face stares back, eyes like borrowed hollows. I feel myself slipping sideways, out of the bone-and-flesh cage that recoils from warmth. Who owns this shape? Who carved these marks? Who taught this body to flinch from anyone who reaches? I am naked, but not exposed. Only the ghost inside this body, forehead pressed to glass, trying to remember how to live in something I never chose.
@thebrokenspine.co.uk
This is the first of two poems I've written for #PoemsAbout #Undressed
#Poetry
Poem written and Copyright (c) 2026 by Eric Montgomery (@madp03t.bsky.social). All Rights Reserved. The ice rink opens at dusk. Floodlights flare against the darkening sky, whitening the surface until it looks seamless. A teenage couple circles the perimeter without speaking, hands brushing, separating, brushing again. Near the benches, a boy kneels to retie a lace that keeps loosening. The Zamboni waits at the far gate, engine idling low. When the whistle blows, no one hears it at first. midwinter evening time ground in the frozen ruts skates carve into dark
Here's my offering to the #BastardPoetsOfDoom
@daveashleypoet.bsky.social
@sonnetsmith.bsky.social
@phylogeneticsteve.bsky.social
@jenthorne.bsky.social
#prompt #time #poetry #haibun #writing #haiku
False Spring The world wakes me Sun across my face Sparrows hold court In the budding thin branches Of the maple Fooled by a short February thaw I raise myself with a grunt And sit on the edge of the bed Head in hands The sparrows pass judgement With a flourish to the sky My knee cracks As I put on my slippers And reach for my phone Slowing down To make the story last
#poetry
#blueskypoet
Just being in the moment.
Here is a #poem
🙂
Is ok! 👍
Hands On The work will be done in the mud If it is done right, there will be No hopeful photos No clever signs It will be shovels and Bone, bile, and rage The soil we turn Will be our own There won't be heroes Only sacrifices, stars on the wall Of memory. Dirty hands, and a steel will.
Everybody wants to be a freedom fighter until it's time to do freedom fighter shit.
Reposting from ages ago. (Last April) #poetry #blueskypoet
#fuckICE #resist #trueblue #Bondiisscum #FDJT
It's funny the way light
can dance & play—
how it flickers
through the pane
it's lovely the way light
might not be light at all
but hope—
flitting in
at the edges of despair
it's wonderful how light
can be not light at all
but you—
the way
your soul shines
through the window
of my mind.
#poem
#vss365 #poetry
It’s a fusion
Of colours
Like rainbows
And shadows
Grey and black
Specks of white
That work
Together
Setting alight
My imagination
Though pages
Of a book
Are black and white
My mind sees more
That’s how the magic works
#Dark or bright
Thank you! 🙏
Big love for this!
Yesterday
I heard the offbeat
sound,
grass growing
as all I touched
turned violent hatred,
I lived in Dostoevsky
and died in Woolf;
that was my
heart breaking
and the stones filling my
pockets
maybe I am the criminal
and my life is the sentence
#bedroomeyes #vssdaily #vss365 #faesense #poetry
A WARLOCK ON...
#poetry
#prompt
#inkmine ⤵️
#spokenword
#vss365 touch
#moonmystic ⤵️
#2wordprompt ⤵️
#firewords280 ⤵️
#emoetry empathy
#RetroArtPrompt ⤵️
#BraveWrite tangible
#Solseed Valentine_Day
#OurPoetryX plan_ahead
#dailyimageprompt hobbit
#FreeVerseFebruary circean
#bedroomeyesprompt yesterday
Thank you! 🙏🙏
Drives me crazy that this is a completely plausible headline these days
She’s Transitioned—
Yesterday lingered on the windowsill
a thin veil, I could not sift in my hands. Your name moved through the house as stolen wind,underneath gossamer dust amid crevices—settling—corners I still avoid.
A #Solseed Joint #unsexy
#bedroomeyes #Yesterday
#skypoets #poetrycommunity
Worth it! Beautiful
Suffer Well I would suffer, And suffer well, If it meant that, You suffered too. I would stick pins in me If they promised to hurt us both. If our connection finally Yielded some tangible results, Instead of just empty words And solitude. I would suffer it all If it meant that you Finally felt What I did When you said it wasn't real And then used it anyway.
#Emoetry #empathy #poetry
A dark take on #empathy? Yeah, probably, but I get to be a bitch sometimes too.
Here is a #poem about it..
Maybe, Son My son tells me his head Touches the sky every time He goes outside, And when he jumps He is in space, And flying until he lands. Maybe it is as simple As that. Maybe I just forgot How easy magic is When you stop looking For why it works. My head touches the sky. It is hard to say it doesn't. Shall I jump?
#vss365 #touch #poetry
Maybe it is time for a leap of faith?
It's possible, but either way, here is a #poem
Receipt My Right knee A perpetual dull ache Memory written On my nerves A part of who I became A reminder to remember The cost I paid And what I still owe I limp a little when it's cold My scar shows when it's warm I always notice it Even when I don't pay attention to it The reminder of the cost I paid And what I still owe
#vss365 #ache #poetry
I do solemnly swear I will defend...
Here is a #poem
At the wake, the ache
Of loss permeated the
Air with quiet sobs.
#vss365 #ache #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity
@nathanbrazil.bsky.social
SUMPTUOUS Dressed up, dragged out, promised I’d enjoy it, I stepped into a world that was never built for me. A sumptuous feast for every sense. Penguin men in polished shoes escorting gilded women through a glittering palace, a shrine to excess. Tables groaned beneath abundance, every dish a declaration. Champagne chiming on silver trays, cocktails sweating in every hand. I sat at the back with my water, my plate almost bare, thinking of my quiet kitchen, the fridge light on an empty shelf, and all the people who go without while food spilled onto marble floors.
@daveashleypoet.bsky.social
Bet you didn't think I could make this prompt angsty? Think again.
#FreeVerseFebruary
#Sumptous
words gather,
then hesitate.
meaning shifts,
just out of reach.
an #ache settles,
language shaped,
meant to land
without knowing.
#vss365 #prompt #poetry #writing #5amwritersclub
That's crappy. Hopefully they will make it right
The tenor of my heart
wavered, an offbeat key,
when you thundered in
in your quiet way,
gently seismic
your instincts knew
it wasn't raucousness
would make me swoon,
my ear more attuned
to subtle cues—
your quirky mind,
your witty ways
created the quake
that subtly shook me
off my feet.
#inkmine
