Emi B.
@emiexplores.bsky.social
Art and nature lover in Yorkshire. Lifelong writer ✍️🏻 poetry and fiction.
Editing some poems into a collection. Words I have used too much across pieces: adrift, collide and artifice.
Writers, share your recurring words and phrases? Do you enjoy the editing process?
#poets #writer #amwriting #writingcommunity #poetry #writing
Writers, share your recurring words and phrases? Do you enjoy the editing process?
#poets #writer #amwriting #writingcommunity #poetry #writing
November 16, 2025 at 12:36 AM
Editing some poems into a collection. Words I have used too much across pieces: adrift, collide and artifice.
Writers, share your recurring words and phrases? Do you enjoy the editing process?
#poets #writer #amwriting #writingcommunity #poetry #writing
Writers, share your recurring words and phrases? Do you enjoy the editing process?
#poets #writer #amwriting #writingcommunity #poetry #writing
Full Moon Movements 🌕
Communing in dark, humid rooms,
meeting our bodies where they land
and making new space, growth.
Bending and twisting into imperfect
shapes, it becomes something ritual,
finding the eye of the storm.
#poetry #writing #yoga #Blueskypoetry #writingcommunity #poetrylovers
Communing in dark, humid rooms,
meeting our bodies where they land
and making new space, growth.
Bending and twisting into imperfect
shapes, it becomes something ritual,
finding the eye of the storm.
#poetry #writing #yoga #Blueskypoetry #writingcommunity #poetrylovers
November 5, 2025 at 1:36 AM
Full Moon Movements 🌕
Communing in dark, humid rooms,
meeting our bodies where they land
and making new space, growth.
Bending and twisting into imperfect
shapes, it becomes something ritual,
finding the eye of the storm.
#poetry #writing #yoga #Blueskypoetry #writingcommunity #poetrylovers
Communing in dark, humid rooms,
meeting our bodies where they land
and making new space, growth.
Bending and twisting into imperfect
shapes, it becomes something ritual,
finding the eye of the storm.
#poetry #writing #yoga #Blueskypoetry #writingcommunity #poetrylovers
Reposted by Emi B.
The Church - Under The Milky Way
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October 31, 2025 at 5:17 PM
The seasons are disrupted,
I remain trapped in frost,
in the world of the dead.
Come daylight, my fears
will melt into nothing,
but in this gloom they
twist into night hags.
The black chariot drags
me to the underworld;
death and the maiden,
my body held hostage.
#poetry #writing #verse #Halloween
I remain trapped in frost,
in the world of the dead.
Come daylight, my fears
will melt into nothing,
but in this gloom they
twist into night hags.
The black chariot drags
me to the underworld;
death and the maiden,
my body held hostage.
#poetry #writing #verse #Halloween
November 1, 2025 at 2:03 AM
The seasons are disrupted,
I remain trapped in frost,
in the world of the dead.
Come daylight, my fears
will melt into nothing,
but in this gloom they
twist into night hags.
The black chariot drags
me to the underworld;
death and the maiden,
my body held hostage.
#poetry #writing #verse #Halloween
I remain trapped in frost,
in the world of the dead.
Come daylight, my fears
will melt into nothing,
but in this gloom they
twist into night hags.
The black chariot drags
me to the underworld;
death and the maiden,
my body held hostage.
#poetry #writing #verse #Halloween
Hidden below the brutalist
pebbledash monument,
warm clay bricks by
green water and rushes.
Flowers spill over balconies,
couples talking shyly on
first dates. A refuge from
the towering walls of
glass and metal, those
sculptures of ambition.
#poetry #verse #poem #writingcommunity #writer #London
pebbledash monument,
warm clay bricks by
green water and rushes.
Flowers spill over balconies,
couples talking shyly on
first dates. A refuge from
the towering walls of
glass and metal, those
sculptures of ambition.
#poetry #verse #poem #writingcommunity #writer #London
October 18, 2025 at 11:08 AM
You walked into the bookshop
where I worked, thousands of
miles from where we met
in the shadows of giants.
Sometimes I catch your voice
on the wind, long since we
parted ways. Unintentional
choices - one day is the last
time for everything.
#poetry #writing #verse #poem #chance #writerscommunity 📚
where I worked, thousands of
miles from where we met
in the shadows of giants.
Sometimes I catch your voice
on the wind, long since we
parted ways. Unintentional
choices - one day is the last
time for everything.
#poetry #writing #verse #poem #chance #writerscommunity 📚
September 29, 2025 at 12:45 PM
Reposted by Emi B.
September 2, 2025 at 1:37 PM
Reposted by Emi B.
Landscape, by Mary Oliver
September 28, 2025 at 6:55 PM
Landscape, by Mary Oliver
Drowned trees in the hinterland,
pale skeletons rising from water.
Mottled bodies wrap around
branches, hunting unseen.
Strange birds whoop and laugh
somewhere above. The red earth,
nourished by volcanic eruption,
spawns greenery and a riot of life.
#poetry #writing #nature #writingcommunity
pale skeletons rising from water.
Mottled bodies wrap around
branches, hunting unseen.
Strange birds whoop and laugh
somewhere above. The red earth,
nourished by volcanic eruption,
spawns greenery and a riot of life.
#poetry #writing #nature #writingcommunity
September 18, 2025 at 10:25 PM
Drowned trees in the hinterland,
pale skeletons rising from water.
Mottled bodies wrap around
branches, hunting unseen.
Strange birds whoop and laugh
somewhere above. The red earth,
nourished by volcanic eruption,
spawns greenery and a riot of life.
#poetry #writing #nature #writingcommunity
pale skeletons rising from water.
Mottled bodies wrap around
branches, hunting unseen.
Strange birds whoop and laugh
somewhere above. The red earth,
nourished by volcanic eruption,
spawns greenery and a riot of life.
#poetry #writing #nature #writingcommunity
Back from down under, after rest and reunion. We saw rainforests, golden beaches, and migrating whales. 🌏
September 15, 2025 at 8:25 AM
Back from down under, after rest and reunion. We saw rainforests, golden beaches, and migrating whales. 🌏
Reposted by Emi B.
September 1, 1939
I sit in one of the dives
On Fifty-second Street
Uncertain and afraid
As the clever hopes expire
Of a low dishonest decade:
Waves of anger and fear
Circulate over the bright
And darkened lands of the earth...
I sit in one of the dives
On Fifty-second Street
Uncertain and afraid
As the clever hopes expire
Of a low dishonest decade:
Waves of anger and fear
Circulate over the bright
And darkened lands of the earth...
September 1, 2025 at 6:52 AM
September 1, 1939
I sit in one of the dives
On Fifty-second Street
Uncertain and afraid
As the clever hopes expire
Of a low dishonest decade:
Waves of anger and fear
Circulate over the bright
And darkened lands of the earth...
I sit in one of the dives
On Fifty-second Street
Uncertain and afraid
As the clever hopes expire
Of a low dishonest decade:
Waves of anger and fear
Circulate over the bright
And darkened lands of the earth...
A short poem about #harvest
Autumn is my favourite season 🍂
#MPPrompt #PoetryCommunity #Writing #WriterCommunity #BlueskyPoet
Autumn is my favourite season 🍂
#MPPrompt #PoetryCommunity #Writing #WriterCommunity #BlueskyPoet
August 23, 2025 at 9:59 AM
A short poem about #harvest
Autumn is my favourite season 🍂
#MPPrompt #PoetryCommunity #Writing #WriterCommunity #BlueskyPoet
Autumn is my favourite season 🍂
#MPPrompt #PoetryCommunity #Writing #WriterCommunity #BlueskyPoet
The faded grandeur is
inescapable, infused
with melancholy.
The industrial wasteland,
the ruined warehouses
and shuttered pubs cast
long shadows over
everything. We were
promised more, but who
can afford a quiet life?
We are fuel for their
modern machinery.
#poetry #writingcommunity #Bluesky ✍️
inescapable, infused
with melancholy.
The industrial wasteland,
the ruined warehouses
and shuttered pubs cast
long shadows over
everything. We were
promised more, but who
can afford a quiet life?
We are fuel for their
modern machinery.
#poetry #writingcommunity #Bluesky ✍️
August 21, 2025 at 11:53 PM
The faded grandeur is
inescapable, infused
with melancholy.
The industrial wasteland,
the ruined warehouses
and shuttered pubs cast
long shadows over
everything. We were
promised more, but who
can afford a quiet life?
We are fuel for their
modern machinery.
#poetry #writingcommunity #Bluesky ✍️
inescapable, infused
with melancholy.
The industrial wasteland,
the ruined warehouses
and shuttered pubs cast
long shadows over
everything. We were
promised more, but who
can afford a quiet life?
We are fuel for their
modern machinery.
#poetry #writingcommunity #Bluesky ✍️
Reposted by Emi B.
Word of the Day is ‘theic’ (19th century), defined as ‘one given to immoderate tea-drinking; a tea drunkard’.
August 21, 2025 at 10:00 AM
Word of the Day is ‘theic’ (19th century), defined as ‘one given to immoderate tea-drinking; a tea drunkard’.
August 15, 2025 at 4:05 PM
Emmy the Great was the og 00s British Phoebe Bridgers, I just realised. Long live sad girl music 🖤 didn't manage to get MCR tickets yet.
August 15, 2025 at 2:23 PM
Emmy the Great was the og 00s British Phoebe Bridgers, I just realised. Long live sad girl music 🖤 didn't manage to get MCR tickets yet.
The city shone like
a beacon over the
black hills, past the
church spires. It's lure
is irresistible, the sirens
keep me awake.
I talk to alcoholics about
Shakespeare and teach
myself to lucid dream.
Weightless as a ghost,
I fall into a labyrinth of
neon and mirrors.
#poetry #writingcommunity
a beacon over the
black hills, past the
church spires. It's lure
is irresistible, the sirens
keep me awake.
I talk to alcoholics about
Shakespeare and teach
myself to lucid dream.
Weightless as a ghost,
I fall into a labyrinth of
neon and mirrors.
#poetry #writingcommunity
May 24, 2025 at 10:22 AM
The city shone like
a beacon over the
black hills, past the
church spires. It's lure
is irresistible, the sirens
keep me awake.
I talk to alcoholics about
Shakespeare and teach
myself to lucid dream.
Weightless as a ghost,
I fall into a labyrinth of
neon and mirrors.
#poetry #writingcommunity
a beacon over the
black hills, past the
church spires. It's lure
is irresistible, the sirens
keep me awake.
I talk to alcoholics about
Shakespeare and teach
myself to lucid dream.
Weightless as a ghost,
I fall into a labyrinth of
neon and mirrors.
#poetry #writingcommunity
The unrealness and grotesque parade of reality experienced through a screen. www.newyorker.com/culture/the-...
My Brain Finally Broke
Much of what we see now is fake, and the reality we face is full of horrors. More and more of the world is slipping beyond my comprehension.
www.newyorker.com
May 10, 2025 at 11:00 AM
The unrealness and grotesque parade of reality experienced through a screen. www.newyorker.com/culture/the-...
On the hilltops, under
old oak and ash trees,
I feel content. Hopeful
houses in rows along
the hurrying river,
a meeting place for
makers, artists and
free thinkers.
There's so much
optimism and grit
in the steel bones
of the place.
#poetry #poets #writingcommunity #writesky
old oak and ash trees,
I feel content. Hopeful
houses in rows along
the hurrying river,
a meeting place for
makers, artists and
free thinkers.
There's so much
optimism and grit
in the steel bones
of the place.
#poetry #poets #writingcommunity #writesky
May 9, 2025 at 12:07 AM
On the hilltops, under
old oak and ash trees,
I feel content. Hopeful
houses in rows along
the hurrying river,
a meeting place for
makers, artists and
free thinkers.
There's so much
optimism and grit
in the steel bones
of the place.
#poetry #poets #writingcommunity #writesky
old oak and ash trees,
I feel content. Hopeful
houses in rows along
the hurrying river,
a meeting place for
makers, artists and
free thinkers.
There's so much
optimism and grit
in the steel bones
of the place.
#poetry #poets #writingcommunity #writesky
Concepts from sci-fi books written as warnings become inspiration for powerful men who forget not to be evil www.theguardian.com/books/2025/a...
The big idea: will sci-fi end up destroying the world?
Skewed interpretations of classic works are feeding the dark visions of tech moguls, from Musk to Thiel
www.theguardian.com
April 14, 2025 at 11:06 PM
Concepts from sci-fi books written as warnings become inspiration for powerful men who forget not to be evil www.theguardian.com/books/2025/a...
March 30, 2025 at 11:19 PM
My girl Lana Del Rey is featured in The Weeknd's new album. 3 and a half minutes later... well, at least she made the edit (looking at you Taylor) 🎶
March 12, 2025 at 6:41 PM
My girl Lana Del Rey is featured in The Weeknd's new album. 3 and a half minutes later... well, at least she made the edit (looking at you Taylor) 🎶
Reposted by Emi B.
And I am an ally. If you are too, let the world know.
February 22, 2025 at 10:14 PM
And I am an ally. If you are too, let the world know.
Grassroots skate communities make the world a better place 🛼
February 16, 2025 at 11:18 AM
Grassroots skate communities make the world a better place 🛼