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Ann Tigone
@anntigone.bsky.social
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Poet. Movie geek. Dramatic but lazy. Wistfully nonchalant. Passionately disinterested in oxymorons.
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#poemsabout #undressed
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robertthe.bsky.social
Come your heavy heart
I will carry it with mine
‘tis but love’s honor

#haikufeels #carry
February 14, 2026 at 4:24 PM
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blindedbeatpoet.bsky.social
I was over it when
I saw you
standing
in the moonlight
you kissed your palms
opened them
to the stars
every wish
I ever knew
flew up
with them
body and soul
our hearts
broken into
a millard pieces
of stardust
fell as rain
flowers felt
how every day
when in Love is #vss365 #emoetry
February 14, 2026 at 5:10 PM
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imnotherenow.bsky.social
February 13, 2026 at 9:34 PM
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oevermann.bsky.social
at night
i list

the things
i did not say

they lie there

bright

like coins
i refused

to spend

#Poetry
February 12, 2026 at 3:09 PM
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warpsol.bsky.social
HAPPY VALENTINES DAY
February 14, 2026 at 12:29 PM
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chandramjordan.bsky.social
Gathering What Remains

I have been practicing
the art of gathering—

not people,
not apologies,
not proof.

But what remains.

The breath I dropped
in arguments that went nowhere.
The shards of laughter
that slipped between hospital corridors.
The small, feral joys
#MPPrompt #PoetryPrompt
February 14, 2026 at 4:20 PM
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arwashington.bsky.social
Gratitude Repost Coming:

I owe some people hi-fives. ⤵️
Check my Wall 🤍

During my eyesight crisis and surgery, when vision went sideways and turned to haze, my #bsky folx didn’t just send well-wishes—you became my sight. Your art, your energy, relentless posts—reposts; creativity kept me tethered.
[ a note of thanks ] This suite of posts: Your artwork, your lives, your brilliance—gathered here like proof that community isn’t just a word, it’s hands extended in the dark. Your posts in my wall as gratitude. You held me through the blur. When my eyes failed, yours became mine—your art, your words, your light kept the world visible. You didn’t just watch from a distance. You reached through screens and satellites, sent energy I could feel even when I couldn’t see. Surgery came. Vision returns slowly but steadily . But what you gave me doesn’t fade.Thank you for being my eyes when I had little. With everything—​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​my support. Ms AWashington | ARW-RAW
February 13, 2026 at 9:38 PM
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jenthorne.bsky.social
@daveashleypoet.bsky.social

It's Valentine's Day, so just for you, I have really gone all out on the #angst

(I'm sorry, I just don't know how to stop it.)

#FreeVerseFebruary #Deliquesce
#Poetry
This Deliquesce Spiralling flames torch through my mind encompassing every unformed thought Synapses left scorched in their wake Enveloping me closing my throat My eyes blind to all but the past Sweat chills on my rising flesh as memories strike out again Body freezes as time stops Snarls of emotion flash Over and over and over Leftover feelings, then: Embers scatter, gone Breeze blows away Fading daymares Escaping time Out of reach It doesn't matter It's all gone now.
February 14, 2026 at 1:55 PM
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southernjam.bsky.social
yesterday's
window pane remains
covered in frost
tempted by spring
the heat of your kiss
melancholy weaves
tales of the heart
close to midnight
dreams are
all that remain

#bedroomeyes
#foxprose
#loveletters
#FebruaryFlux
#BSPP50
February 11, 2026 at 7:27 PM
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koelh.bsky.social
she became
the lacuna
in their story—
the stolen page
she t o r e to keep

#vss365 #lacuna #poetry
February 13, 2026 at 5:01 PM
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fizzytwizler.bsky.social
I had weaved myself into a whelve
Somewhere even the sun
Couldn’t delve

A deep deep well
Close to hell

Loneliness
Wrapped around me
Like a serpents hiss

Almost dragged you in
You pulled me out
Now we live alive-skin to skin

#satsplat #poetry
February 14, 2026 at 12:07 AM
anntigone.bsky.social
𝐆𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞

Into the basket of my heart,
I gather all the things
that bring you closer to me

so that when we're apart,
I may take them back out,
arranging them closely

as though
your very arms
did surround me.

#mpprompt
malformed-poetry.bsky.social Malachy Moran @malformed-poetry.bsky.social · 17h
Today's #poetryprompt:

Lately I've been obsessed with the word "gather" or "gathering." Write me a poem titled "Gathering ______"

#MPPrompt
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Follow for daily prompts
February 14, 2026 at 3:56 PM
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robertthe.bsky.social
Sudden gust of wind
her cute green hat flew away
she knows how to flirt

#DailyHaikuPrompt
#wind
February 14, 2026 at 1:35 AM
anntigone.bsky.social
Ladder quaked in fear
Upside down superstition
Human walked beneath.

#inkmine #superstition #haiku #senryu
February 14, 2026 at 1:56 PM
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anntigone.bsky.social
Let me hold your pain
Let me carry your burdens
Let me kiss your wounds.

#haikufeels #carry #senryu #haiku
February 14, 2026 at 1:38 PM
anntigone.bsky.social
The story arc
of love can be
a predictable thing—

a passionate
kiss begins
the elaborate rise
of two lovers

until time and
experience leave
a bitter taste

once over it,
time to find
a successor

but let's
you & I write
a different story,
one that's truly

ℋ𝒶𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓁𝓎 ℰ𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒜𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇.
February 14, 2026 at 9:49 AM
anntigone.bsky.social
Though you're missed, even
lovers need time away, space
to feel our desire.

#bedroomeyes #evenloversneedtimeaway
#haiku #senryu
@oldsoulprose.bsky.social
February 14, 2026 at 9:23 AM
anntigone.bsky.social
My feelings swirl in
Chaotic adoration
Love howling through me.

#weirdmicro #ChaoticAdoration #haiku #senryu
February 14, 2026 at 9:22 AM
anntigone.bsky.social
In the depths of night
Inky blackness comes to life
Dark shadows winking. 

#haikuhorrorprompt #winking
#haiku #senryu
February 14, 2026 at 9:21 AM
anntigone.bsky.social
Ants on pilgrimage
Reverent lines on the vines
Eucharist of grapes.

#DailyHaikuPrompt #pilgrimage #grapes #haiku #senryu
February 14, 2026 at 9:20 AM
anntigone.bsky.social
Yearning for your warmth
Like a new spring shoot reaching
Toward the hot sun.

#BSPP50 #yearn #haiku #senryu
February 14, 2026 at 9:20 AM
anntigone.bsky.social
I've never seen the moon
gaze at you as I do—
while always watching
she looks on everyone

I've never known rain
to fall just for you,
though it often pours
it's to the rivers it flows

Yet I
have lit the night
just to find your eyes

And I have cried rivers
longing for your arms.

#FromOneLine 393
February 13, 2026 at 9:57 PM
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daveashleypoet.bsky.social
#poemsabout #undressed #viator #poem #promptcombo #desire
February 12, 2026 at 10:30 PM
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johnchmura.bsky.social
#PoemsAbout #Undressed @thebrokenspine.co.uk
I will put a reading in the comments:
SURPRISE, ARIZONA, surprise, America! Don’t be shocked when your inalienable rights are gutted and docked, when your wounds fester undressed to pay for those considered more blessed and Trump invokes without cause the (White) Supremacy Clause and the only protections you can Depend on to Prevail are His Heinous’s undies in the diaper pail, and though that shit may be classified the stink in the West Wing has ossified. This is the new Middle Passage, when we the people buy mega maga warehouses and the American Eichmann, Todd Lyons, doesn’t lie when he says he’s gonna store and mail people like products, and Captain Kristi Nemo dreams she’s sailing the brown bodies south, 20,000 leagues under the law, selling their souls to buy more storage, jettisoning babies like ballast. And human beings are dying and worse, conditions that mimic the sinful ships in the hold of a past far from perfect we believed we had buried in the history books now banned or burned so the children won’t learn of the Clotilda, the Brookes, the Zong, the Wanderer. What’s going on, when far too far from our truths we have wandered and far too much of our treasure is squandered?
February 13, 2026 at 5:21 AM
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fiftywords.bsky.social
What happens to a saucy postcard when the woman walks out on the gag? #PoemsAbout #Undressed Thanks to @alanparrywriter.co.uk and @thebrokenspine.co.uk
Well, Blow Me She wasn't undressed. She was undone by the breeze. The wind off the promenade had ideas of its own, lifted hems, loosened discipline, persuaded buttons to reconsider their loyalties. Nothing scandalous. Only clothing, briefly indiscreet. A hat went first, cartwheeling toward the pier. Then a towel, suddenly independent, falling to the sand. He stood nearby trying to behave like a lighthouse, upright, firm, wishing for a stronger gust. "Terribly draughty," she said, holding everything in place with one heroic elbow. Even her bathing suit was inclined to misbehave. Just a temporary rearrangement of respectability. A bit of pink will make the boys wink. And when the wind had quite finished, she stepped out of the postcard, and now laughs when the pen is in his hand.
February 13, 2026 at 6:01 AM