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robotthomas.bsky.social
In all the dreams I've traveled
Nothing sadder did I see
Than in a shadow of a memory
The ghost of a tree.

#blueskypoetry
November 19, 2024 at 10:15 AM
haiku-poetry.bsky.social
Golden evening hues,
Picnic blankets spread about,
Laughters fill the air.

#haiku #haikupoem #575poem #haikupoetry #poetry #poem #haikufeels #blueskypoet #blueskypoetry #dailyhaikuprompt #haikusaturday #vss365 #vssdaily #senryu #haikuwriter
April 19, 2025 at 8:20 PM
haiku-poetry.bsky.social
Rolling hills, alive
Beneath a sky brushed with gold.
Rippling wheat sways low.

#haiku #haikupoem #575poem #haikupoetry #poetry #poem #haikufeels #blueskypoet #blueskypoetry #dailyhaikuprompt #haikusaturday #vss365 #vssdaily #senryu #haikuwriter
May 21, 2025 at 9:25 AM
moscowneversleeps.bsky.social
Roses are red
Violets are blue
It's not just CEOs
It's the lobbyists too

#BlueSkyPoetry
December 9, 2024 at 12:54 PM
victorkisob.bsky.social
Head-Scratcher

A finger to the head,
where musings go unread,
to quell the fretful itch.

The pose of one who weighs
unquiet thoughts, conveys
a pensive little twitch.

#poem #poemoftheday #poetry #poems #bluesky #blueskypoetry #blueskyart #art #reflex #introspection
July 2, 2026 at 2:33 AM
audjde.bsky.social
I will always write about loss & grief, as they have shaped who I am now. Those who have/had a loved one whose illness/disease slowly takes them away from you, know the kind of scars that leaves. Be gentle with yourself.

#BlueSkyPoetry
#BSPP58
#Grief
#Loss
#Poetry
#PoetryCommunity
#TheFirstSign
Text: Love’s Slow Retreat Empty the glass vase on the kitchen table void of sunshine yellows, ruby reds, amethyst purples, colours which always adorned our place of that first cuppa blank gaze met mine, passing moments of confusion I forgot watering eyes held, as pain pierced my heart, recognising the first sign, the torment of love’s slow retreat with Parkinson’s advancing grip © Aj d’Wit - 2 October 2026 (Prompt: The First Sign: Write about the first small sign that something has changed. Reveal it through one physical detail.)
October 2, 2026 at 3:37 AM
rina2012.bsky.social
How many feet have walked along here?
Stumbled, slipped, or fallen?
Perhaps that is the special charm of #cobblestones, the thing that fills us with wonder:
It is the unevenness, the difference.

#PaintbyWords #Poetry #BlueskyPoetry #Stunday #WritingCommunity #ClassicMono #ImageAndVerse #Scape
This black-and-white photograph shows a narrow, steep cobbled alleyway lined with traditional stone houses with balconies.
June 14, 2026 at 8:52 AM
haiku-poetry.bsky.social
The sun’s final bow.
Colours burst across the sea –
A grand, fleeting show.

#haiku #haikupoem #575poem #haikupoetry #poetry #poem #haikufeels #blueskypoet #blueskypoetry #dailyhaikuprompt #haikusaturday #vss365 #vssdaily #senryu #haikuwriter
July 9, 2025 at 12:34 PM
bigjosh84.bsky.social
As a kid, I thought adults had everything figured out.

Now I get excited when the store has my favorite bread, I have no idea what I’m doing half the time, and I’m pretty sure everyone else is winging it too.

Here’s some poems. 💙💙💙

#poetry #blueskypoets #writingcommunity #BlueSkyPoetry #SkyPoet
A humorous, affectionate poem about how growing older changes our definition of happiness, until something as ordinary as buying a good kitchen sponge becomes a small shared joy. The Good Sponge When I was young, I dreamed of having money, freedom, and a house of my own. Yesterday, I bought a new kitchen sponge. I showed it to my wife. She agreed it was a good sponge. I don't know when this became happiness, but I think we're doing okay. A playful poem about the endless responsibilities of adulthood, particularly the exhausting realization that deciding what to make for dinner is a problem that returns every single day. Dinner Again Nobody warned me that adulthood meant deciding what to eat every single day for the rest of my natural life. I made dinner yesterday. Apparently, that doesn't count for today. At this point, I'd welcome a little jury duty. A reflective poem about reaching the age your father was when you believed he knew everything, and realizing that his confidence may have concealed the same uncertainty and fear you experience as an adult. The Age My Father Was I reached the age my father was when I thought he knew everything. I remember asking him what we should do when something went wrong. He always had an answer. Now I wonder how many times he was just as frightened as I am, and answered anyway. A warm, relatable poem about never quite feeling like a proper adult, despite managing everyday responsibilities. It suggests that growing up may simply mean caring for others and doing your best without knowing all the answers. No Instructions Included I thought someday I'd wake up and feel like an adult. Instead, I lose my keys, forget why I entered rooms, and occasionally eat cereal over the kitchen sink. But the bills get paid. The dog gets fed. Someone I love knows they are loved. Maybe growing up isn't knowing what you're doing. Maybe it's doing your best without the instructions
September 30, 2026 at 2:55 AM
rina2012.bsky.social
Even if it seems
as though there is no way out,
there are still bridges.

#ForestFriday #Scape #photography #landscape #nature #ECK #woodland #woods #ColorADay #GreenSat #Haiku #Poetry #BlueskyPoetry #WritingCommunity #ImageAndVerse
A body of water can be seen, surrounded by trees with fresh, green foliage. The trees are reflected in the green water, as is a small arched bridge with a wooden railing that spans the water. Sunlight shines through the leaves.
May 29, 2026 at 5:24 AM
rina2012.bsky.social
Rising from the mud;
a symbol of purity.
#WaterLily floats.

#PaintbyWords #Haiku #Lotus #Poetry #BlueskyPoetry #flowers #photography #closeup #Art #nature #bloomscrolling #thelittlethings #ECK #WritingCommunity #ImageAndVerse
A close-up of a pink water lily with a yellow centre. The flower casts its shadow onto its green leaf.
June 24, 2026 at 1:19 PM
rina2012.bsky.social
Like an illusion,
the masts dance on the water,
creating zigzag lines.

#Lines #Abstractia #SensoryArt #Abstract #scape #photography
#BlueSkyMonday #Haiku #Poetry #BlueskyPoetry #WritingCommunity #ImageAndVerse #ECK
The masts of sailing boats and mooring posts are reflected in zigzag lines on the blue water’s surface, creating an abstract photograph.
June 3, 2026 at 3:13 PM
sethanikeem.bsky.social
Alive

I watch the news --
wars
disasters
corruption
unprecedented storms

I ask the Ancestors:
Has it always been this bad?

Their answer:
We are dead
Our troubles passed
Now is always the hardest time to be alive.

#BlueSkyPoetry #Poem
January 9, 2025 at 9:16 PM
ellissa.bsky.social
#dailyhaikuprompt #wildiris #wildflowers #flowers #haiku #poem #poetry #blueskypoet #blueskypoetry #poetsofbluesky #writingcommunity

Like wild irises
Singing in alpine meadows
A chorus of color
Purple Monkshead wildflowers
June 7, 2026 at 4:35 PM
resistancepoet.bsky.social
sleepy presence
too enfeebled to lead
the end is near
#haiku #senryu #poetry #micropoetry #3lines #poetrycommunity #poetrylovers #writingcommunity #haikucommunity #BlueSkyPoetry #blueskypoets #haikufeels #TheResistance #ResistanceUnited #VetsResist #GeneralStrike #Resist #NoKings #DementedDonOLD
November 8, 2025 at 8:13 PM
rina2012.bsky.social
Soft evening light –
I can hear your lullaby.
But it's just a dream.

#PaintbyWords #Hydrangea #Senryu #Poetry #BlueskyPoetry #WritingCommunity #Haiku #ImageAndVerse #flowers #photography #closeup #Art #nature #naturephotography #bloomscrolling #thelittlethings #ECK
Close-up of a hydrangea flower against a black background. The photo was taken in the soft evening light, which gives the flower a gentle, pale colour between pink and blue.
June 4, 2026 at 8:20 AM
ellissa.bsky.social
#blueskyartshow #home #water #haiku #poem #poetry #blueskypoetry #stream

Babbling stream
Tall old growth forest
My spiritual home
Mountain stream cascading
September 13, 2025 at 7:19 PM
rina2012.bsky.social
Even as light fades,
doesn't mean the glow is gone.
The ripples remain.

#BlueSkyMonday #Scape #sunset #Sunsetlovers #LakeConstance #Bodensee #photography #BlueHour #MinimalMonday #Haiku #Poetry #BlueskyPoetry #Micropoetry #WritingCommunity #ColorADay #BlueTue
The picture shows two sailing boats at twilight. On the horizon, you can see the dark shore, with an orange streak from the setting sun above it, making the water look golden. The sky above is still blue. The masts of the boats are reflected in the water, which is slightly rippled.
May 25, 2026 at 2:58 PM
fliddais.bsky.social
Leaves starting to fall
A calm early morning chill
Warm blankets await

#emoetry #calm #haiku
#writingcommunity #blueskypoetry
September 14, 2025 at 8:14 PM
catsbearsandme.bsky.social
#Poetry
#BlueskyPoetry
#NoKings
#PercyByssheShelley

Ozymandias by Percy Bysshe Shelley
I met a traveller from an antique land, Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed; And on the pedestal, these words appear: My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings; Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!" Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away.
March 28, 2026 at 5:33 PM
victorkisob.bsky.social
Stationary Progress

We claim we've gone so far,
But stand where first we are.
Our progress leaves a scar.

Oldest family shop
Of bias, passed with stock
Has never closed its lock.

#poem #poemoftheday #poetry #poems #bluesky #blueskypoetry #blueskyart #art #prejudice
April 1, 2026 at 2:47 AM
resistancepoet.bsky.social
memory of loss
this brittle experiment
colonized by fear
#haiku #senryu #poetry #micropoetry #3lines #poetrycommunity #poetrylovers #writingcommunity #haikucommunity #BlueSkyPoetry #blueskypoets #haikufeels #TheResistance #ResistanceUnited #VetsResist #GeneralStrike #Resist #FatHitler
November 9, 2025 at 4:39 PM
rina2012.bsky.social
Whether something seems
small or tall depends on what
you compare it to.

A daisy isn't very #tall, but can you spot the insects?

#BlueSkyArtShow #ColorADay #GreenSat #nature #photography #bloomscrolling #thelittlethings #ECK #Haiku #Poetry #BlueskyPoetry #WritingCommunity #ImageAndVerse
The image shows a close-up of a daisy from a low-angle perspective against a blurred green background. An open daisy flower in profile, supported by a slender, green-brown stem. The stem runs slightly diagonally from the lower centre towards the top left. The yellow centre of the flower is visible as an elongated, slightly domed disc. It consists of many tiny, textured tubular florets. The white ray florets extend flat out to the sides. The leaves on the left stretch out almost horizontally, whilst those on the right are slightly curved downwards. Tiny, dark insects can be seen on the upper surface of the yellow centre and on one of the left-hand white petals. The background is rendered entirely in a soft, light to dark green bokeh (blur). A small, blurred splash of purple can be seen on the right-hand side.
May 23, 2026 at 6:09 AM
victorkisob.bsky.social
Quiet Alchemist

The poet’s art is mild,
A soul’s confessor styled,
With verse that soothes the wild.

A rhetorician’s whip,
With noose and cunning grip,
Subdues the fellowship.

#poem #poemoftheday #poetry #poems #bluesky #blueskypoetry #blueskyart #art #poet
March 22, 2026 at 3:23 AM
resistancepoet.bsky.social
phonic aphasia
malicious to the marrow
hardly hidden
#haiku #senryu #poetry #micropoetry #3lines #poetrycommunity #poetrylovers #writingcommunity #haikucommunity #AmWriting #BlueSkyPoetry #SkyPoets #blueskypoets #haikufeels #TheResistance #ResistanceUnited #VetsResist #GeneralStrike
October 5, 2025 at 5:30 PM