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If you like our #PoemsAbout prompts, you should be reading the poets we publish.

#BlackSky. #NoFuture. #AfterTheSirens. #WhatRemains. #EndOfSummer.

LAST LIGHT lives somewhere beyond all of them.

Apocalypse poetry for uncertain times.

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October 1, 2026 at 8:00 AM
throwawayreg.bsky.social
as we kiss goodbye to September
and say Howdy (cowboy speak) to each other and October
we’re gearing ourselves up for
#PoemsAbout tomorrow (Friday)
#Rot
🍂🫶🏿🛋️🍁🚮
October 1, 2026 at 6:07 AM
thebrokenspine.co.uk
Tomorrow: #PoemsAbout #Rot.

Forget fresh flowers.

Give us the vase a fortnight later.

Don’t post before Friday. Tag #PoemsAbout. Use Alt Text.
A dark, close-up photograph of wilted and decaying flowers, their curled brown petals lit by warm orange light against a near-black background. The Broken Spine logo appears at the top left and @thebrokenspine.co.uk at the top right. White text at the bottom reads: “Read Repost Reply #POEMSABOUT #ROT”.
October 1, 2026 at 6:00 AM
yourmoonliness.bsky.social
following your story
one dead letter
at a time

#poemsabout #deadletters
September 30, 2026 at 2:47 PM
naramoore.bsky.social
Culloden Eve

•⋅ #和歌 / #短歌 ⋅•

Upon walnut mare
Ride hard the bitter night
White mist the breath

The moor slopes ascend
Bonnie Prince's post in hand

•⋅ #Tanka ⋅•

Battle of Culloden: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_...

#Poetry #詩 #NMPoetry #DailyHaikuPrompt #Night #Walnut #PoemsAbout #Post #History
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September 29, 2026 at 6:04 AM
thebrokenspine.co.uk
#PoemsAbout #Rot starts Friday.

Write decomposition. Corruption. Spoilage. Something beautiful kept long past the point it should have been thrown away.

Draft now. Share from Friday. Tag #PoemsAbout. Use Alt Text.
A dark, close-up photograph of wilted and decaying flowers, their curled brown petals lit by warm orange light against a near-black background. The Broken Spine logo appears at the top left and @thebrokenspine.co.uk at the top right. White text at the bottom reads: “Read Repost Reply #POEMSABOUT #ROT”.
September 29, 2026 at 6:00 AM
naramoore.bsky.social
Vote

6-link #Rengay
(C) Paul David Mena @extraspecialbitter.bsky.social & Nara Moore @naramoore.bsky.social

Image: Stock photo of voting badges and US flags.

#Poetry #詩 #NMPoetry #Haiga #俳画 #PoemsAbout #DeadLetters #Mailbox #InkMine #InSoFar #Political #USPol #Vote #Voting
Vote 6-link #Rengay (C) Paul David Mena @extraspecialbitter@indieauthors.social & Nara Moore @NaraMoore Image: Stock photo of voting badges and US flags. I trust him insofar as I can throw him The swamp is deep, But... not enough to hide his stain shedding crocodile tears dabbed with executive orders and bribes from lobbyists Dead letters in the mailbox Vote for me, Putin's choice Or your vote, we shall not count Daddy issues disguised as a mandate of the masses Sinking ever deeper I throw a rope or snake My choice
September 28, 2026 at 6:22 PM
naramoore.bsky.social
Dragonfly Fissure

Art: @lessethereal.bsky.social - Abstract black lines on white

#Poetry #詩 #NMPoetry #Haiga #俳画 #completethehaiga #DailyHaikuPrompt #Dragonfly #PoemsAbout #DeadLetters #Wss366 #Cistern #Emoetry #mourful #InkMine #Woe #VSSMagic #Warning #和歌 #短歌 #Tanka
# Dragonfly Fissure ••⋅☾ #和歌 / #短歌 ☽⋅•• Cistern of fire Warning sparks lead Gateway of woe Mournful​​​​​ deeds all written Dead letters fall ••⋅☾ #Tanka ☽⋅•• Art: @lessethereal.bsky.social - Abstract black lines on white
September 28, 2026 at 4:26 PM
drnaturegirl.debbiemross.co.uk
For Monday’s #LiftToTheSky I’m bringing you @throwawayreg.bsky.social Notes from Various Sofas from my sofa to yours. A stalwart of #PoemsAbout this new release from @sixtyoddpress.bsky.social gives you irreverent, humorous, short verse to make you smile. Pies, pints, sex and settees in abundance.
A photo of a book cover Notes from various settees roger waldron. A graphic of a blue background with a yellow settee and 3 framed prints of 3 more settees in purple green and orange. A small round wooden table at the right end of the settee with the hand and arm of a departing person with grey trousers, brown socks and a blue sleeve. White skirting either side of the sofa and standard lamp with yellow shade far right.
September 28, 2026 at 9:52 AM
jamellen.bsky.social
Where do all the dead letters go ?

#poemsabout #deadletters
#PoetryCommunity
September 27, 2026 at 10:21 PM
patriciajvs.bsky.social
Late to this week's party but here is a short offering.
One of us is eagerly awaiting the clock back after 6 months with the clock maker!
Thank you @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk for another great prompt. #PoemsAbout #DeadLetters
Dead Letters A postcard in a box With the browned broken cuckoo clock, Forty two dead letters Written in a hand stamped by age Broad black marker scribed A promise made, unfulfilled By a grandmother now gone, To pay for the repair of an ancient clock That belonged five generations ago In an old man's house On a wall. And now she's gone, And I am left To fulfil the promise For my Sunshine, A grand love to give A small boy who loves the clock, Much as his Dad did before, Making the dead letters live again, A legacy of sorts For another wall. A small white postcard with a promise to pay for a repair of a cuckoo clock
September 27, 2026 at 9:24 AM
thebrokenspine.co.uk
Next up: #Rot.

Flowers rot. Houses rot. Governments rot. Love can rot beautifully if you leave it somewhere warm enough.

New theme begins Friday. Don’t post early. Use Alt Text. Tag #PoemsAbout. Read. Repost. Reply.
A dark, close-up photograph of wilted and decaying flowers, their curled brown petals lit by warm orange light against a near-black background. The Broken Spine logo appears at the top left and @thebrokenspine.co.uk at the top right. White text at the bottom reads: “Read Repost Reply #POEMSABOUT #ROT”.
September 27, 2026 at 6:00 AM
naramoore.bsky.social
#Autumn Nap
••⋅☾ #片歌 ☽⋅••

P-patch bench
Recouping summer refrain
Spring's Letters pillow my head

••⋅☾ #Katauta ☽⋅••

#Poetry #詩 #NMPoetry #Photography #マストドン写真部 #写真 #UrbanPhotography #都市写真 #MastoPrompt #Recoup #PoemsAbout #DeadLetters #VSSMagic #refrain #Nap #Fall #Autumn
#Autumn Nap ••⋅☾ #片歌 ☽⋅•• P-patch bench Recouping summer refrain Spring's Letters pillow my head ••⋅☾ #Katauta ☽⋅•• Image: A P-Patch with fall flowers
September 26, 2026 at 10:41 PM
blackbijewess.bsky.social
No Stamp

Please Mr. Postman!
Bounced undeliverable
Blocked you everywhere

#haiku
#PoemsAbout #DeadLetters
thebrokenspine.co.uk The Broken Spine (SUBS OPEN) @thebrokenspine.co.uk · 11d
Next up: #DeadLetters.

Wrong addresses. Returned envelopes. Last words. Love letters that outlived the love. Things written for people who will never read them.

New theme begins Friday. Don’t post early. Use Alt Text. Tag #PoemsAbout. Read. Repost. Reply.
A dark still-life photograph of old handwritten letters and envelopes layered across a surface, some decorated with postage marks and small pressed-flower designs. The Broken Spine logo appears at the top left and @thebrokenspine.co.uk at the top right. White text at the bottom reads: “Read Repost Reply #POEMSABOUT #DEADLETTERS”.
September 26, 2026 at 3:56 PM
zentinl.bsky.social
Hi #PoemsAbout community. With apologies, I've been away for about a month, but missing you all. Trying to shake the rust off for #DeadLetters. 🙏 @alanparrywriter.co.uk and @thebrokenspine.co.uk.

#poetrycommunity #poetry #blueskypoets #blueskypoetry #poetsofbluesky #skypoet #writingcommunity
September 26, 2026 at 3:16 PM
thebisylarke.bsky.social
been feeling uncertain about most of what i write and thus hesitant to share. but here is this week’s very rough attempt for #PoemsAbout #DeadLetters
@thebrokenspine.co.uk

alternate title idea: the muse is dead, long live the muse
we’re history (once more with feeling!) what would you do if you could go back? i would take your hand and make you my tango partner on that swampy ballroom floor, and we would dance til the very end. what you might do, now, i cannot say. you only seem capable of perennially surprising me. back when we were green with adolescence no grown person would envy, you were a mystery to me. my fairy heart fluttered in all the wrong directions. if fortune favors us meeting again, this time, who would be the deer, and who would be the headlights? my inner teenager doesn’t want a substance to abuse, she just wants to know how it feels to be good and kissed— nothing less, nothing more. she wants to be asked to prom, actually this time, not just an afterthought, last minute plans for front porch photos. she wants to collage her own dress out of forgotten pieces of pasts that precede her. but i was really more duckie than andie— the hopeless, hapless romantic, the faithful friend, the onlooker who watches you carry on with someone so utterly wrong for you and, sighing, still opens his palms anyway, with a smile and a nod. but really, what does it mean to be free, if you aren’t fulfilled? present me doesn’t want to be pink anymore—a soul that’s darkened with each season, each self-inflicted heartbreak, crimson and crumbling. i only long to be drenched in hot red wax, seething skin eager for marking and claiming. my body cannot help but be seized by the wonder of you, the thought of you, cherishing, holding me— how you’d feel in the car with my hands on the wheel, how you’d keen into touch if my hand was the conduit for a caress—tender as fallen leaves—slow, slower, slowest… but that was just a dream misplaced by time’s lost ghost, left on the shelf between books of erotic poetry and complex trauma therapy, like the letter i wrote you last summer. too impatient to let time tell, i tend to grab hold of the mic myself, cursed with a mouth so desperate to open, brimming and bleeding with language. i fear my grandiose fae trap plans have carried on with the autumn breeze, but at least they won’t lay to waste, their spirits dancing in these words, an untouched love distilled into pure poetry.
September 26, 2026 at 2:00 PM
stacebot.bsky.social
For this week's #PoemsAbout #DeadLetters I'm thinking about what has to die for a letter to be dead.

@alanparrywriter.co.uk
@thebrokenspine.co.uk

#prompt #poetry #blueskypoetry #writesky #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity #poets #creativewriting
dead letter i wash the dishes in the dark because i know where everything is. the tap. the soap. the chipped glass you always said to throw away. remember when you said nothing mattered and i said nothing. it does. the glass slips. i hear it break somewhere in the sink. for a while i leave my hands where they are. the tap keeps running. i am quiet. you are far away. or whatever you are. eventually i put my hand back in the water.
September 26, 2026 at 12:02 PM
gwill2k.bsky.social
I find a letter written,
not yet torn and bitten;
I see her eyes beaming,
her words weren't alone;
beckoned by the core…
I find myself heading home,
death is what?

#PoemsAbout #DeadLetters
#TakeRisks #EndOnAnImage #AvoidCliché
I find a letter written not yet torn and bitten I see her eyes beaming her words weren't alone beckoned by the core I find myself heading home death is what? illustration & poem by g from a teenage notebook
September 26, 2026 at 3:26 AM
poetessoprunty.bsky.social
#PoemsAbout #BrokenLetters

words woven in the dead of night

thoughts euphoric, all consuming

it began with passion, eloquence;

ink & quill in unison fuse and infuse

line for line declarations of forever

heart strings quivering as he pens:

broken letters have led me to you,

heart of my heart
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September 25, 2026 at 11:46 PM
johnchmura.bsky.social
There are tons of prompts on Bluesky. This is my favorite. Every Sunday (except on a rare fallow week), @alanparrywriter.co.uk of @thebrokenspine.co.uk issues a prompt under #PoemsAbout. On Friday, we all begin submitting and commenting on the prompt poems.
September 25, 2026 at 11:22 PM
johnchmura.bsky.social
I’m with @davidbirch.bsky.social! I know 💨 💨 , and this is not one. PoemsAbout is definitely the place to be “seen” and heard.
September 25, 2026 at 11:00 PM
philippabowe.bsky.social
Managed a quick #PoemsAbout #deadletters piece on the way to Madrid for the @saloneurope.bsky.social. Thanks
@thebrokenspine.co.uk @alanparrywriter.co.uk 🙏💜
Black box with white letters of a poem: dead letters some of the letters survived but not all - the k of kindness lopped down mercilessly trampled underfoot - the c of compassion p of patience thrown into blazing fires citizens of Hades rubbed their hands prepared new dictionaries - and on and on until the only ones left spelled nothing we wanted to say
September 25, 2026 at 9:07 PM
teaintheweeds.bsky.social
For anyone who learned that love can be used to justify almost anything.
#DeadLetters #7SyllableSquad #PoemsAbout #Poetry #PoetryCommunity #WritingCommunity #Writers
September 25, 2026 at 8:59 PM
kakapowhakatoi.bsky.social
This one was a written a long time ago but fits the theme @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk

#poemsabout #deadletters
Yours Always I fold the smooth 68gsm sheets in half. Ellen yells from the lounge Mum, the internet isn't working' then without hesitation 'Never mind.' The heavy stock envelope matches the cream paper. I slip my inkings into their snug enclosure. Tim emerges from the depths of his bedroom to tell me, "The last male white rhino has died, fucking humans.' I write your address with the flourish of cherished strokes, stick down the flap, place the stamp in its rightful place. My phone lights up with notifications; a Facebook memory of our Anniversary pics, the fridge suggesting a recipe using the broccoli that is tiring, seven new emails. I place the envelope in my bag. The car radio talks of how robotic telesurgery via high-speed internet is changing healthcare, followed by the importance of drones in modern warfare. I sit in my usual place, next to your gilded name. I take the envelope from my bag, and release my thoughts from their ink; so they can stretch for that place we will never reach.
September 25, 2026 at 7:25 PM
clareobrien.bsky.social
I think this might be my favourite from today's crop of #poemsabout #deadletters! Witty, funny and sad all at once.
luaz.bsky.social Kyla Houbolt @luaz.bsky.social · 6d
For #PoemsAbout #DeadLetters, here's a slightly crazed point of view: The Dead Letter. (*waves* to @alanparrywriter.co.uk 😁 )
The Dead Letter We keep his secret, we remaining in the alphabet. He just got weary of holding up that space between K and L. He always felt misplaced, he cried to himself in the night. His shape became… unrecognizable and after a while no one knew his name. He slipped off the page. We do not forget.
September 25, 2026 at 7:11 PM