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As of tomorrow, I'll be hosting #emoetry at least until Sunday. Your most generous host @mwplovesmusic.bsky.social herself is on mental health hiatus but will return.
Watch out for the next prompts at about noon UTC+1/ 6 am EST.
#poetrycommunity #poetry
Watch out for the next prompts at about noon UTC+1/ 6 am EST.
#poetrycommunity #poetry
December 11, 2025 at 11:24 PM
As of tomorrow, I'll be hosting #emoetry at least until Sunday. Your most generous host @mwplovesmusic.bsky.social herself is on mental health hiatus but will return.
Watch out for the next prompts at about noon UTC+1/ 6 am EST.
#poetrycommunity #poetry
Watch out for the next prompts at about noon UTC+1/ 6 am EST.
#poetrycommunity #poetry
December 11, 2025 at 9:15 PM
#poetry #emoetry #defiance
[ @mwplovesmusic.bsky.social ]
Often times we think about defiance
As speaking up to offer resistance
But sometimes the best reliance
Of a rightly oppositional existence
Rests upon the power of silence
Even in the face of persistence
Or when compelled to speak, by violence
[ @mwplovesmusic.bsky.social ]
Often times we think about defiance
As speaking up to offer resistance
But sometimes the best reliance
Of a rightly oppositional existence
Rests upon the power of silence
Even in the face of persistence
Or when compelled to speak, by violence
Happy Thursday #emoetry pals!
The prompt for today is #defiance
@mwplovesmusic.bsky.social requested for me to let y'all know, she'll repost this later today.
@fafo-poets-society.bsky.social
#writingcommunity #poetry
The prompt for today is #defiance
@mwplovesmusic.bsky.social requested for me to let y'all know, she'll repost this later today.
@fafo-poets-society.bsky.social
#writingcommunity #poetry
December 11, 2025 at 8:28 PM
#poetry #emoetry #defiance
[ @mwplovesmusic.bsky.social ]
Often times we think about defiance
As speaking up to offer resistance
But sometimes the best reliance
Of a rightly oppositional existence
Rests upon the power of silence
Even in the face of persistence
Or when compelled to speak, by violence
[ @mwplovesmusic.bsky.social ]
Often times we think about defiance
As speaking up to offer resistance
But sometimes the best reliance
Of a rightly oppositional existence
Rests upon the power of silence
Even in the face of persistence
Or when compelled to speak, by violence
#poetry
The cat's-meat man came back at last
I catch the smell before my kin
Awakened from a catnap, fast
I leap from open windowsill
To paw at him before he's passed
I purr or mewl to get my fill
This man's fortune seems so vast
With every morsel he provides
I record the deed for Bast
The cat's-meat man came back at last
I catch the smell before my kin
Awakened from a catnap, fast
I leap from open windowsill
To paw at him before he's passed
I purr or mewl to get my fill
This man's fortune seems so vast
With every morsel he provides
I record the deed for Bast
Did you know?
In the Victorian era, "cat’s-meat men” walked the streets selling tiny wooden skewers of boiled horse meat to feed the city’s cats and dogs.
Their arrival was so familiar that household animals learned the sound of their cry and often rushed to the door.
#Victorian #history
In the Victorian era, "cat’s-meat men” walked the streets selling tiny wooden skewers of boiled horse meat to feed the city’s cats and dogs.
Their arrival was so familiar that household animals learned the sound of their cry and often rushed to the door.
#Victorian #history
December 11, 2025 at 2:48 AM
#poetry
The cat's-meat man came back at last
I catch the smell before my kin
Awakened from a catnap, fast
I leap from open windowsill
To paw at him before he's passed
I purr or mewl to get my fill
This man's fortune seems so vast
With every morsel he provides
I record the deed for Bast
The cat's-meat man came back at last
I catch the smell before my kin
Awakened from a catnap, fast
I leap from open windowsill
To paw at him before he's passed
I purr or mewl to get my fill
This man's fortune seems so vast
With every morsel he provides
I record the deed for Bast
#poetry #ekphrastic
As reality turns a corridor right
Around this time of day
An urban shaman sets their sight
On occult symbols for display
Odd traversal, feeling trippy
While the paint begins to spray
But the marks are much too drippy
So they stumble far away
#photography #digitalart #photoediting
As reality turns a corridor right
Around this time of day
An urban shaman sets their sight
On occult symbols for display
Odd traversal, feeling trippy
While the paint begins to spray
But the marks are much too drippy
So they stumble far away
#photography #digitalart #photoediting
December 10, 2025 at 10:18 PM
#poetry #ekphrastic
As reality turns a corridor right
Around this time of day
An urban shaman sets their sight
On occult symbols for display
Odd traversal, feeling trippy
While the paint begins to spray
But the marks are much too drippy
So they stumble far away
#photography #digitalart #photoediting
As reality turns a corridor right
Around this time of day
An urban shaman sets their sight
On occult symbols for display
Odd traversal, feeling trippy
While the paint begins to spray
But the marks are much too drippy
So they stumble far away
#photography #digitalart #photoediting
#poetry #ekphrastic
A curious feeling begins to start
When a potpourri of bloodflowers
Warms the darkness of my heart
As a background has the power
Of simple isolation, stark
So these acrylic forms just tower
Over whitespace, out of time
While the potency of bloodflowers
Now grows there, in my mind
A curious feeling begins to start
When a potpourri of bloodflowers
Warms the darkness of my heart
As a background has the power
Of simple isolation, stark
So these acrylic forms just tower
Over whitespace, out of time
While the potency of bloodflowers
Now grows there, in my mind
December 10, 2025 at 7:49 PM
#poetry #ekphrastic
A curious feeling begins to start
When a potpourri of bloodflowers
Warms the darkness of my heart
As a background has the power
Of simple isolation, stark
So these acrylic forms just tower
Over whitespace, out of time
While the potency of bloodflowers
Now grows there, in my mind
A curious feeling begins to start
When a potpourri of bloodflowers
Warms the darkness of my heart
As a background has the power
Of simple isolation, stark
So these acrylic forms just tower
Over whitespace, out of time
While the potency of bloodflowers
Now grows there, in my mind
December 10, 2025 at 6:25 PM
#poetry #mpprompt
So it's come to this, right now
A place in time where motion stops
With vision red & blue constrained
A dozen options open up our row
In hope to defend against this cop
We keep state violence contained
By being pleasant, to a fault
& running circles 'round their brain
So it's come to this, right now
A place in time where motion stops
With vision red & blue constrained
A dozen options open up our row
In hope to defend against this cop
We keep state violence contained
By being pleasant, to a fault
& running circles 'round their brain
December 10, 2025 at 5:42 PM
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The queen sits upon her throne
Expressionless, waiting
A bishop kneels at her feet
His request: deference
#Bemused, she considers
But takes his head
As check mate is nigh
After his dispatching
She takes delight
And the king surrenders his crown
#Poetry #Emoetry #PoetrySky #PoetsOfBlueSky
Expressionless, waiting
A bishop kneels at her feet
His request: deference
#Bemused, she considers
But takes his head
As check mate is nigh
After his dispatching
She takes delight
And the king surrenders his crown
#Poetry #Emoetry #PoetrySky #PoetsOfBlueSky
December 10, 2025 at 4:55 AM
The queen sits upon her throne
Expressionless, waiting
A bishop kneels at her feet
His request: deference
#Bemused, she considers
But takes his head
As check mate is nigh
After his dispatching
She takes delight
And the king surrenders his crown
#Poetry #Emoetry #PoetrySky #PoetsOfBlueSky
Expressionless, waiting
A bishop kneels at her feet
His request: deference
#Bemused, she considers
But takes his head
As check mate is nigh
After his dispatching
She takes delight
And the king surrenders his crown
#Poetry #Emoetry #PoetrySky #PoetsOfBlueSky
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Would that I
could #split myself
into a few—
live my life
in multitudes,
try out all the paths
as they diverge,
sample all the choices
I could have made
then when I'm
completely sure—
when I've opened
all the doors,
my many selves
would merge again
to live the life
I'd truly planned
#BlueSkyRelay
could #split myself
into a few—
live my life
in multitudes,
try out all the paths
as they diverge,
sample all the choices
I could have made
then when I'm
completely sure—
when I've opened
all the doors,
my many selves
would merge again
to live the life
I'd truly planned
#BlueSkyRelay
December 9, 2025 at 2:03 PM
Would that I
could #split myself
into a few—
live my life
in multitudes,
try out all the paths
as they diverge,
sample all the choices
I could have made
then when I'm
completely sure—
when I've opened
all the doors,
my many selves
would merge again
to live the life
I'd truly planned
#BlueSkyRelay
could #split myself
into a few—
live my life
in multitudes,
try out all the paths
as they diverge,
sample all the choices
I could have made
then when I'm
completely sure—
when I've opened
all the doors,
my many selves
would merge again
to live the life
I'd truly planned
#BlueSkyRelay
#poetry
You hear me speak about fear
'I've been here for an age'
Words come tumbling right out
'So long I lost all count'
Welling up from inside my throat
'Trapped in a prison'
Spilling down around the mouth
'I built up myself'
To rest between your patient ears
'Help me tear down my fear'
You hear me speak about fear
'I've been here for an age'
Words come tumbling right out
'So long I lost all count'
Welling up from inside my throat
'Trapped in a prison'
Spilling down around the mouth
'I built up myself'
To rest between your patient ears
'Help me tear down my fear'
December 9, 2025 at 10:36 PM
#poetry
You hear me speak about fear
'I've been here for an age'
Words come tumbling right out
'So long I lost all count'
Welling up from inside my throat
'Trapped in a prison'
Spilling down around the mouth
'I built up myself'
To rest between your patient ears
'Help me tear down my fear'
You hear me speak about fear
'I've been here for an age'
Words come tumbling right out
'So long I lost all count'
Welling up from inside my throat
'Trapped in a prison'
Spilling down around the mouth
'I built up myself'
To rest between your patient ears
'Help me tear down my fear'
#poetry
The Higgs Boson can decay
Which means that mass can end
Imagine, if you would, today
Some matter made to send
Transport has no extra weight
But what remains to be done
As scientists now test this fate
With the power of a sun
Is returning matter to its state
Of weightfulness for fun
The Higgs Boson can decay
Which means that mass can end
Imagine, if you would, today
Some matter made to send
Transport has no extra weight
But what remains to be done
As scientists now test this fate
With the power of a sun
Is returning matter to its state
Of weightfulness for fun
December 7, 2025 at 5:17 PM
#poetry
The Higgs Boson can decay
Which means that mass can end
Imagine, if you would, today
Some matter made to send
Transport has no extra weight
But what remains to be done
As scientists now test this fate
With the power of a sun
Is returning matter to its state
Of weightfulness for fun
The Higgs Boson can decay
Which means that mass can end
Imagine, if you would, today
Some matter made to send
Transport has no extra weight
But what remains to be done
As scientists now test this fate
With the power of a sun
Is returning matter to its state
Of weightfulness for fun
#poetry #emoetry #weird
'With stranger aeons even death may die'
The mad alchemist said, in curt reply
To which I responded, on the fly
'Death must die, attack!'
He seemed to catch my meaning there
Revival of those we tend with care
An end to death is only fair;
Weird science makes a comeback
'With stranger aeons even death may die'
The mad alchemist said, in curt reply
To which I responded, on the fly
'Death must die, attack!'
He seemed to catch my meaning there
Revival of those we tend with care
An end to death is only fair;
Weird science makes a comeback
December 7, 2025 at 4:41 PM
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Genderphoria
#Poetry #MentallyIllMess #Queer #PoetsOfBlueSky #PoetrySky #FreeVerse #WritingCommunity #PoetSky #NonBinary
#Poetry #MentallyIllMess #Queer #PoetsOfBlueSky #PoetrySky #FreeVerse #WritingCommunity #PoetSky #NonBinary
December 6, 2025 at 9:43 PM
#poetry #mpprompt #lies
The lies we tell about ourselves
Reinforce maladaptations
Concealing or revealing fears
To rearrange our constellations
Stars are drawn in pleasing lines
To help the sailor navigate
Their usefulness in darker times
Was crucial to elucidate
But we have DBT & GPS now
The lies we tell about ourselves
Reinforce maladaptations
Concealing or revealing fears
To rearrange our constellations
Stars are drawn in pleasing lines
To help the sailor navigate
Their usefulness in darker times
Was crucial to elucidate
But we have DBT & GPS now
Today’s #poetryprompt:
“The lies we tell about _____”
#MPPrompt
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“The lies we tell about _____”
#MPPrompt
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December 6, 2025 at 9:39 PM
#poetry
Feet lined up to terminal edge
Look right down, reveal the drop
A flight of time so very short
With but a step, & life would stop
Brave the heights, conquer fear
To be there at the very top
Something gained, nothing lost
Take that plunge, no fatal flop
If bungee factors in your cost
No plop
Feet lined up to terminal edge
Look right down, reveal the drop
A flight of time so very short
With but a step, & life would stop
Brave the heights, conquer fear
To be there at the very top
Something gained, nothing lost
Take that plunge, no fatal flop
If bungee factors in your cost
No plop
December 3, 2025 at 9:22 PM
#poetry
Feet lined up to terminal edge
Look right down, reveal the drop
A flight of time so very short
With but a step, & life would stop
Brave the heights, conquer fear
To be there at the very top
Something gained, nothing lost
Take that plunge, no fatal flop
If bungee factors in your cost
No plop
Feet lined up to terminal edge
Look right down, reveal the drop
A flight of time so very short
With but a step, & life would stop
Brave the heights, conquer fear
To be there at the very top
Something gained, nothing lost
Take that plunge, no fatal flop
If bungee factors in your cost
No plop
#poetry
It started when the first creature
Had the first internally consistent thought
What started as a bug, now a feature
As consciousness was raised from nought
Which led to a great aggregation
When suddenly matter could invest
Power to deities, above their station
That deep time makes manifest
It started when the first creature
Had the first internally consistent thought
What started as a bug, now a feature
As consciousness was raised from nought
Which led to a great aggregation
When suddenly matter could invest
Power to deities, above their station
That deep time makes manifest
Today’s #poetryprompt:
I’m thinking about Deep Time. Write me a poem about something that unfolds over an age. An eon. A trillion years.
#MPPrompt
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I’m thinking about Deep Time. Write me a poem about something that unfolds over an age. An eon. A trillion years.
#MPPrompt
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December 3, 2025 at 7:22 PM
#poetry
It started when the first creature
Had the first internally consistent thought
What started as a bug, now a feature
As consciousness was raised from nought
Which led to a great aggregation
When suddenly matter could invest
Power to deities, above their station
That deep time makes manifest
It started when the first creature
Had the first internally consistent thought
What started as a bug, now a feature
As consciousness was raised from nought
Which led to a great aggregation
When suddenly matter could invest
Power to deities, above their station
That deep time makes manifest
#poetry #emoetry #scared
Huddled in the corner, limbs drawn
Tight against the chest, a weight
So heavy that rocking back & forth
Can't fix it, scared of these feelings
Too quick to sort, only the softness
Of muted intonations falling out
As internal fractures form inside
I dissociate myself to hide
Huddled in the corner, limbs drawn
Tight against the chest, a weight
So heavy that rocking back & forth
Can't fix it, scared of these feelings
Too quick to sort, only the softness
Of muted intonations falling out
As internal fractures form inside
I dissociate myself to hide
December 3, 2025 at 7:06 PM
#poetry #mpprompt #elegy
Cry for their cost
An elegy of saddened senses
To eulogize the somber
When deathly sorrow's tenses
Meet the present candor
We grieve for the lost
While everything in order
Or all the stuff in time
Is defined by its border
Divided by these lines:
Dead or Alive
Cry for their cost
An elegy of saddened senses
To eulogize the somber
When deathly sorrow's tenses
Meet the present candor
We grieve for the lost
While everything in order
Or all the stuff in time
Is defined by its border
Divided by these lines:
Dead or Alive
Today’s #poetryprompt:
Simple prompt. Try to write an Elegy today.
If you like it you can send it to
@onlypoemsmag.bsky.social poem of the month
#MPPrompt
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Simple prompt. Try to write an Elegy today.
If you like it you can send it to
@onlypoemsmag.bsky.social poem of the month
#MPPrompt
I repost replies. Follow for daily prompts.
December 2, 2025 at 5:52 PM
#poetry #mpprompt
That all falls to rust
An oxidation layer laid
Which I claim as my own
In crumbled metal to dust
Of fractal flowers, arranged
So tarnished by aether
It suits me like armor
That all falls to rust
That all falls to rust
An oxidation layer laid
Which I claim as my own
In crumbled metal to dust
Of fractal flowers, arranged
So tarnished by aether
It suits me like armor
That all falls to rust
Today’s #poetryprompt:
Write me a poem where the last line is the same as the first, but it means something different by the time we get there.
#MPPrompt
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Write me a poem where the last line is the same as the first, but it means something different by the time we get there.
#MPPrompt
I repost replies. Follow for daily prompts
December 2, 2025 at 12:32 AM
#poetry #emoetry #passionate
Flowers flow from Aphrodite's lips
With honeyed words of desirous silk
Eyes an aesthetic gaze can't slip
For the beauty inside even fouler ilk
Is plain to her, she understands both
Romance & attraction, love doth
Find in her, a constant state of passionate action
Flowers flow from Aphrodite's lips
With honeyed words of desirous silk
Eyes an aesthetic gaze can't slip
For the beauty inside even fouler ilk
Is plain to her, she understands both
Romance & attraction, love doth
Find in her, a constant state of passionate action
December 1, 2025 at 9:57 PM
#poetry #emoetry #passionate
Flowers flow from Aphrodite's lips
With honeyed words of desirous silk
Eyes an aesthetic gaze can't slip
For the beauty inside even fouler ilk
Is plain to her, she understands both
Romance & attraction, love doth
Find in her, a constant state of passionate action
Flowers flow from Aphrodite's lips
With honeyed words of desirous silk
Eyes an aesthetic gaze can't slip
For the beauty inside even fouler ilk
Is plain to her, she understands both
Romance & attraction, love doth
Find in her, a constant state of passionate action
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November 30, 2025 at 3:34 AM