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Emily Tee

@emteepoetry.bsky.social

I can honestly say this is the only poem I've written of this nature, not quite sure what I was on at the time. It was early in the Covid pandemic, if that had a bearing?

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For #PoemsAbout #Desire
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#poetry
#poetsonBlueSky

November 14, 2025 at 11:38 AM

Jen Thorne

@jenthorne.bsky.social

My offerings to @thebrokenspine.co.uk

#PoemsAbout #Desire

The Wanting Bone

Desire is never sated.
It howls in the marrow,
a wolf in blood’s red chapel,
gnawing the knuckle of night,
turning lips into lanterns
burning the path to ruin.

Hedonism takes its toll.
Writhing swarms grind
cracked ribs in spiralling mills.
Base beats in darkened rooms
while laughter limps
from the mouth of the moon.

Euphoria is gluttonous.
We claw with longing,
dancing on the grave of restraint,
feet blistered by pleasure.
Throats torn by song
beg the night for one more taste.

November 14, 2025 at 7:26 AM

Jen Thorne

@jenthorne.bsky.social

Thank you @thewombwellrainbow.bsky.social for sharing my poems.

Paul Brookes @thewombwellrainbow.bsky.social · 10h

Welcome To The Starbeck Orion, Issue 13, Day Twenty-One featuring the poetry of Jenni Thorne:
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Welcome To The Starbeck Orion, Issue 13, Day Twenty-One featuring the poetry of Jenni Thorne

A Feast Of Image And Word

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November 14, 2025 at 7:20 AM

Jen Thorne

@jenthorne.bsky.social

Thank you for prompting this poem @sonnetsmith.bsky.social

#WildWalkPrompt #carpet

Elegy for a Hunter of Leaves

When puss was a young and clumsy twist of fur,
He learned to hunt by chasing drifting leaves.
With silent steps and eyes that burned with fire,
He stalked the curling edges of the wind.

This game endured through all our shared years.
Each autumn day, returning home from work,
I’d find the hall adorned with leafy spoils,
A carpet rich with rust and brittle gold.

Always I thanked him for the gifts,
As I stroked his velvet head in gratitude,
And gathered up the haul with ceremony,
To place them in a temporary shrine,
Until his whiskered head was turned
And they could be cast away,
Unseen.

But now he’s gone, when autumn comes,
The leaves fall unclaimed across the garden,
And I return home to silence, swept and bare.
No rustling welcome greets my weary step,
No scattered proof of love upon the floor.
The gentle rites we shared, now memory
And every clean return renews my grief.

November 13, 2025 at 7:48 PM

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Edward Lee

@edwardleepoetry.bsky.social

#poetry #poems #poet #creativewriting #poetrycommunity

November 13, 2025 at 6:10 AM

Jen Thorne

@jenthorne.bsky.social

Today's prompts from @youngliz.bsky.social, @mwplovesmusic.bsky.social and @ignorantfairy.bsky.social all seemed to align today to make this bit of whimsical, happy nonsense.

#myth
#sappiness
#fairy

#vss365
#emoetry
#blueskyrelay

Glimmerwhisk’s Sappy Saga

In a glade where mushrooms lie,
And unicorns roll their eyes,
Glimmerwhisk the fairy flew
With sparkly wings and not a clue.

She loved a bard named Thistle Gwain,
Who claimed he’d fought the Beast of Flame.
He hadn’t, it only tripped on a rock,
But he bragged about it round the clock.

They courted beneath the moon’s soft leer,
While the unicorns snorted with jealous sneers.
They kissed by a pond that judged them both,
And swore their love with dramatic oaths.

But bards are fickle, and often flighty,
And sappy vows are traded lightly.
She gave her heart, he gave a shrug,
Then ran away with a banshee named Bug.

Glimmerwhisk cursed his socks with flair,
And he woke as a frog with decent hair.
But revenge did not mend her broken heart,
That one cruel trick was just the start.

So in that glade, if you feel bold,
Beware the myths that fairies told.

November 12, 2025 at 2:19 PM

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Mike O’Brien

@zoomburst.substack.com

Coming in late November... The tenth volume of Sixty Odd Poets - The Last Half Dozen... and the promise of a rebirth for the #SixtyOdd Press next year. #Poetry for all!

The cover of the forthcoming tenth volume of Sixty Odd Poets - the Last half Dozen Featuring Susan Darlington, Jim Murdoch, Neil Roystone, Eleanor Cantor, James Lee Jobe and Steve Williams.

November 12, 2025 at 7:37 AM

Jen Thorne

@jenthorne.bsky.social

#emoetry #rapture
#poetry
#writingcommunity
#blueskypoets

Burn

You say it will burn.
Trumpets will split the sky,
and I’ll be left in the wreckage.

Well, good.
Let it burn.

Let the sky split.
Let the faithful rise
with their wagging fingers
and Sunday-best shame.

I’ll take the ash and cracked earth,
the silence after sermons,
the streets without judgment.

You call it punishment.
I call it release.
No more eyes searching for sin.
No more venomous mouths
spitting scripture,
preaching division.

The outcasts will survive.
Plant gardens in the rubble.
Dance without guilt.
Love without permission.
Stay where the flames
make light,
and freedom
makes room for truth.

November 11, 2025 at 1:00 PM

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Arliden the Bard

@arliden.bsky.social

you take
but don't really look
like literature
passed out on the street
maybe one day
my eyes will be
something you want to meet

looking at each other
used to be a pastime
now we just pass

I'm in bed and I don't know
where you are
it's night
we should be looking
at stars

#vss365

November 11, 2025 at 3:47 AM

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poets and prattlers

@pandemonialists.bsky.social

And while we're here... a reminder that this year's #WolvesLitFest poetry competition is now open. Judges @helenivory.bsky.social and @martinfigura.bsky.social. £400 first prize. All the info you need is here: pandemonialists.co.uk/wolves-lit-f...

A photo of Helen Ivory and Martin Figura, looking more than a little bit like a remake of 'American Gothic'...

November 10, 2025 at 1:27 PM

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Malachy Moran

@malformed-poetry.bsky.social

“Dude, Sucking at something is the first step towards being sorta good at something."
-Jake the Dog

Go suck at writing some #poetry today ❤️

November 10, 2025 at 8:12 PM

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Gary Legg

@poetryman1.bsky.social

Does this work! A WIP experiment- possibly prose poem? Not sure?

@hool415.bsky.social
#promptcombo #workinglove

November 10, 2025 at 8:29 PM

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Jim Young

@oyoguhito.bsky.social

Julian another workinglove poem but this time schoolwork @hool415.bsky.social's prompt of #workinglove

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November 10, 2025 at 4:20 PM

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Eric

@madp03t.bsky.social

Something stirs beneath the skin of knowing,
unsure if it should rise or fade.
Meaning trembles on the edge,
a thought that fears its form.
Silence flickers once,
almost speaking,
almost seen,
almost,
gone.

#blueskyrelay #prompt #numinous #poetry #nonet #skypoets #blueskypoetry #poetrylovers

November 10, 2025 at 5:44 PM

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Little Thoughts Press

@littlethoughtspress.com

Our 3rd annual From Trash to Treasure #kidlit poetry contest opens on Thursday, November 13th!

This year's special guest judge is last year's winner @tracierenee.bsky.social!

Check out all the contest details and polish up those discarded darlings!

www.littlethoughtspress.com/post/our-3rd...

Our 3rd Annual "From Trash to Treasure" Kidlit Poetry Contest!

Little Thoughts Press and the Revision Raccoon are excited to announce the return of our “From Trash to Treasure” Kidlit Poetry Contest!

www.littlethoughtspress.com

November 10, 2025 at 2:53 PM

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Mizz Whozza Whazzit

@mwplovesmusic.bsky.social

It’s the #departure,
the notes that bled compassion,
the knowing in my heart,
#torment in my soul;

it’s the ticking of the clock,
the moments spent alone,
the sound of my breath,
a world now undone;

#ourpoetryx #foxprose #bedroomeyes #retroartprompt
#poetry

November 10, 2025 at 2:58 PM

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Ash & Ink

@bundtkake.bsky.social

#vss365 #literature #poetry

Unread

A uniform layer of dust
On the volumes of my library
Food for time and silverfish
Words that seemed important
Bound in leather
Now bound in inconsequence
And forgotten purpose
Paragraphs on subjects
Written to be read
Tomes on topics
Memorialized monuments
Fallen to forgotten days.

November 10, 2025 at 3:08 PM

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PS Conway

@psconway.bsky.social

-
i lean into your voice,
reading the moss
upon rain-slick stone,

a living text,
a testament to connection,

in those subtle words,
full of spacious intonation,

i see an author,
whose vast literature
unfolds through every breath we share.
-

#vss365 #poetry #read