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Lin Hart @poetry-with-hart.bsky.social · 01/10/2026

If we have two more end of the world level fears in our lifetimes do we get the next one free, perhaps a cup of coffee? #promptcombo #apocalypse #poetry #tanka #poem #micropoem #micropoetry

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James Mcconachie @jamesmcconachie1.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

Not quite sure what the rules are here, hope I’m not gatecrashing. Apocalypse you say? Thanks to @rfsmith.bsky.social #PromptCombo #apocalypse

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Emily Tee @emteepoetry.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

Here's a wee dystopian beastie mostly on topic for Ronnie @rfsmith.bsky.social and #PromptCombo #Apocalypse It's a long one, across three vignettes. Thanks for sticking with it if you get to the end!

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Emily Tee @emteepoetry.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

Thank you to @apricotpress.bsky.social for publishing two poems by me today (28th September). There's a reading of them by me as well as the poems on their website! #BlueSkyPoetry #poetrycommunity

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Ronnie Smith @rfsmith.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

#PromptCombo Thank you to Paul Brookes for last weeks excellent prompt. This week the theme is #Apocalyse and I present a cheery wee piece about the weather. Love to all. @thewombwellrainbow.bsky.social @emteepoetry.bsky.social @janpsolivagant.bsky.social @jenthorne.bsky.social

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The Broken Spine (SUBS OPEN) @thebrokenspine.co.uk · 27/09/2026

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.

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S. Reeson / Experimental Poet @internetofwords.com · 24/09/2026

ONLY SIX DAYS LEFT :D #poetry #promptcombo #competition #submission It needs 20 poets to have entered for the cash prize to be awarded. Could you make that happen??? Entries to moveablepress (at) gmail (dot) com <3

A Bright Yellow Jug, on top of which are the words 'Ways of Seeing, a Series of Poetic Experiments'

Underneath there is a Title:

#1 Yellow Jug
Subs are Open!

Here is a new #Poetry challenge for you: all the details are in the slides, but for those of you who like their descriptions to hold the details:

1. Write a ten line poem.
2. your title must be ‘yellow jug’.
3. a description of a yellow jug must appear, in some form, as part of the poem, but the words ‘yellow’ and ‘Jug’ cannot be repeated.

- No simultaneous submissions

- Max of 3 poems per poet

- Max of 3 poems per poet

- A shortlist of 10 poems will be chosen for an online archive beginning in October 2026

- The poem that, in the opinion of the judge (me) does the best job of fulfilling the brief and simultaneously subverting the concept will be awarded £20 (via Paypal)[*]

Submit your work to
moveablepress[at]gmail.com

with ‘#1: Yellow Jug’
as your title.

Subs close on September 30th. Start writing now!!!!!

[*] Prize awarded only if at least 20 poets submit their work, and yes, ACTUAL MONEY.

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S. Reeson / Experimental Poet @internetofwords.com · 22/09/2026

ONLY EIGHT DAYS LEFT :D #poetry #promptcombo #competition #submission It needs 20 poets to have entered for the cash prize to be awarded. Could you make that happen??? Entries to moveablepress (at) gmail (dot) com <3

A yellow metal watering can on a black background. Superimposed on it is the following:

Ways of Seeing: A Series of Poetic Experiments.

Underneath in friendly letters it states: #1: Yellow Jug

Subs are Open!

A set of Instructions for the challenge:

1. Write a ten line poem.
2. your title must be ‘yellow jug’.
3. a description of a yellow jug must appear, in some form, as part of the poem, but the words ‘yellow’ and ‘Jug’ cannot be repeated.

- No simultaneous submissions

- Max of 3 poems per poet

A reminder this Experiment closes on September 30th and some additional instructions:

- A shortlist of 10 poems will be chosen for an online archive beginning in October 2026

- The poem that, in the opinion of the judge (me) does the best job of fulfilling the brief and simultaneously subverting the concept will be awarded £20 (via Paypal)[*]

Submit your work to
moveablepress[at]gmail.com

with ‘#1: Yellow Jug’
as your title.

Subs close on on September 30th. Start writing now!!!!!

[*] Prize awarded only if at least 20 poets submit their work, and yes, ACTUAL MONEY.

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S. Reeson / Experimental Poet @internetofwords.com · 21/09/2026

#promptcombo #11Lines @thewombwellrainbow.bsky.social and... I think this pretty much explains itself :P My stim noises vary wildly, but they are a noise, always.

This is why I’m Freelance by S. Reeson

Autism is a neurodevelopmental condition.
It is considered a spectrum condition. Stim.
You may interact with people differently.
Your favourite dolly with it’s head ripped off. Stim.

You might find bright, loud or strong overwhelming.
New situations are difficult to cope with. Stim.
It will take forever for an autism diagnosis, especially as an adult.
It’s a waste of time and money. Stim instead.

You may find this alternative way
of embracing the world helpful.
Autism has never been a mental health problem.

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Sue Ibrahim @sueimnw.bsky.social · 21/09/2026

Inspired by Paul @thewombwellrainbow.bsky.social #PromptCombo #11Lines - something that I remember, in a somewhat different form for me.

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Emily Tee @emteepoetry.bsky.social · 21/09/2026

A long time ago I had a job that overlapped with airport operations. I wrote a poem some years ago called The Dangerous Part, which appeared in Gypsophila volume 2 issue 6. I've edited it here for a new version for @thewombwellrainbow.bsky.social #PromptCombo #11Lines trying to follow the rules...

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Emily Tee @emteepoetry.bsky.social · 21/09/2026

Tiger Bite is by my friend Ursula McCabe. I've been reading her for six years now, loving her well observed nature poems about the Pacific northwest. Tiger Bite is about much more: life's hardest moments treated with vulnerability, tenderness and strength. Published by Rockwood Press, Oregon.

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Emily Tee @emteepoetry.bsky.social · 21/09/2026

This week Paul invites you to the workplace for #11Lines and #PromptCombo Tag @thewombwellrainbow.bsky.social on your contributions and have fun

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Ronnie Smith @rfsmith.bsky.social · 16/09/2026

Hi Jan #PromptCombo thank you for this great prompt #The90s . I see my co-generationists showing up. Here are my 90s, love to all.

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Jen Thorne @jenthorne.bsky.social · 14/09/2026

@sonnetsmith.bsky.social so instead of a #haibun I've created a #limbun. A prose/limerick combo for #PoetsOfDoom. @janpsolivagant.bsky.social this is also my contribution to #PromptCombo #The90s **Nomads was a brand of hippy clothing I was fond of in the 90s. #Poetry

Nomads

Mom used to curse my gypsy blood when I took off. She always gave me a roll of coins so I would call. Once a week and she wouldn't panic, although some calls caused that anyway. But mostly they were to relate the weirdness that was my life - well the bits I could tell her at least.

A girl who escaped from the Black
Lived her life off the beaten track.
As a wild, reckless fool,
Nomadic life was so cool.
Until she was forced to go back!

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Emily Tee @emteepoetry.bsky.social · 14/09/2026

What's that? #The90s you say? It's only the new #PromptCombo Please tag the inimitable @janpsolivagant.bsky.social on your poems this week! See below for details. All are welcome to take part. Have fun, folks!

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Quill of Mnemosyne @sonnetsmith.bsky.social · 12/09/2026

@emteepoetry.bsky.social My #PromptCombo #Personified entry. This is the Personification of Death in Pandea (the world where all my cryptid creations are from) #poetry #amwriting #fantasy #death

The bards have passed its ancient name
From tongue to tongue across the years
The myth, the legend that became
The source of all our greatest fears
Whenever Grief would raise its head,
Or Sadness come to visit us
They rode, or so the stories said,
Upon the back of Mortivus.
Its face, a bleached and withered corpse,
Which wore its mane as matted cloak
The guise it chose, a spectral horse,
That rhymed with every line it spoke.
Four legs cut off before the hooves
On which it gallops through thin air,
The end of life is its to choose
If death calls, Mortivus is there.
One sight that always sparks alarm,
Its visage marks the end of days.
Beneath its scythe like centaur arms
Mortality will have its prey.

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Gary Legg @poetryman1.bsky.social · 10/09/2026

An oldie but with modifications! (Pretty much like me actually!!) 😄😄 @emteepoetry.bsky.social #promptcombo #personification

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Dave Ashley @daveashleypoet.bsky.social · 10/09/2026

Pinpricks through her midnight veil Radiate her beauty bold Luna smiles her sulty charms Whispering stories that should be told. #promptcombo #personification #poem

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Mizz Whozza Whazzit @mwplovesmusic.bsky.social · 08/09/2026

You might be evil personified and decades of empty girl made your intents a blur; You might be cruelty personified and decades of tattoos covering mens faults gave you a running start; but take your power and I’m a shero personified #foxprose #promptcombo #poetry @emteepoetry.bsky.social

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Jen Thorne @jenthorne.bsky.social · 08/09/2026

I have done a story, not a poem for #PromptCombo and #AmpersandAfterDark Thanks to @emteepoetry.bsky.social and @madp03t.bsky.social for the inspiration ❤️💜❤️💜

Silly

I have scars you know. In the layers. Tattoos from being used like a doormat.

It was their cat you know. It was her fault. They used to leave the window open for her to get in and out. She ripped at me like I was a scratching post. Tore me jagged.

But they did care you know. They smoothed things out. Mended my wounds gently. Protected me. I shone. Then they opened the window and she came. But I wasn't ready, and this time when she walked over me she left her imprint.

They're still there you know. Those footprints. I have lost count of the times I have been sanded down and repainted, don't remember how many seasons I've seen through my window, but those tiny dents never seem to quite disappear. My scars you see?

My memories of footsteps through fresh paint.

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David Birch @davidbirch.bsky.social · 08/09/2026

Thank you @emteepoetry.bsky.social for your thoughtful #PromptCombo #Personified. Here's an adapted version of something I wrote a year or so ago. Apologies if it's a bit grisly. Many thanks @zentinl.bsky.social for the yellow and black checks! Looking forward to responding to other offerings later

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Lin Hart @poetry-with-hart.bsky.social · 08/09/2026

I meant to get this to 14 lines of #blankverse. Call it a #wip? My youngest has taken lately to picking some of mommy's books of #poetry on the shelf to read for bedtime. Something about Ed Zahniser's "Confidence of Being" made him so happy. #personified #promptcombo

A review I should never give a friend
for his book of poetry without a
sincere explanation of total facts:
I read it to my son, and he loved it...
He called them each “yawns”, fell asleep halfway
through the book, pages sweet lullaby lilt...
but he loved how each yawned. Five of five stars.

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Fiftywords @fiftywords.bsky.social · 08/09/2026

Here’s an older one from the perspective of Oscar Wilde’s pen #promptcombo #Personified @emteepoetry.bsky.social

Oscar's Pen
I knew him by the quickness of his hand, laughter outrunning ink,
lines turning
before they were thought. He held me lightly then,
as if we conspired. Now I am taken up
with care, turned in the light, as though I might confess
what has left him.
I answer as ever, darkly, without hesitation,
but he no longer risks me. No sudden wit, no reckless turn, only words that arrive
already judged. Once, he trusted what we might become,
a flourish, a wound, a delight. Now he sets me down
before the ink can betray him.

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La Reine des Metaphores @metaphorqu.bsky.social · 07/09/2026

#PromptCombo @emteepoetry.bsky.social #Personified Mosquito repellent Wifi - huh! Singing voice At least one bathroom Politicians' moral compasses Oh so tired old woman's bones Thesaurus of emotions for the purposes of - y'know - Pomes Why are you not working ? Bloody bastard idiots

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S. Reeson / Experimental Poet @internetofwords.com · 07/09/2026

@emteepoetry.bsky.social #PromptCombo #Personified #Poetry Reposted coz I got the prompt wrong. Will also be posting this on Ghost as part of a three-day catchup.

In Team by S. Reeson

there is no realism in my personification
there is no redemption in this story arc
there are no lies in the paper trail either
there might be some dishonesty
in that previous statement but there
you see I tried my best to fit in not be
the I in Team that’s always been

there is a hole where the narrative should
fit seamlessly as I accept listening to them all
laughing there is nothing we have in common
and it is easier then to become the tree
the silent matriarch simply watching
when you have spent a lifetime afraid
there is always safety in not being seen

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Stefano Carini @cieloceano.bsky.social · 07/09/2026

#PromptCombo #Personified #banklessriver #poetry For @emteepoetry.bsky.social Forgive me—this is an odd choice for the prompt, but please bear with me.

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Emily Tee @emteepoetry.bsky.social · 06/09/2026

Thanks to @jenthorne.bsky.social for last week's prompt! This week #PromptCombo is #Personified You can bring to life inanimate objects or use it metaphorically. If you want more rules, go for 10-16 lines. A poem & photo to kick things off. Tag me @emteepoetry.bsky.social in your response!

Photo of a tree trunk with protrusions looking like an eye, nose and mouth, leaves like hair

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S. Reeson / Experimental Poet @internetofwords.com · 03/09/2026

So, to give #poets here a bit of time to have a run at this, I'm posting it now. You have 12 days to prep your work before the window opens and, yes, there will be a cash prize for the 'winning' poem (you'll need a Paypal account). This is the start of a 12 month project :D

A bright yellow metal jug on a black background, on which the words 'Ways of Seeing, A series of Poetic Experiments' is superimposed.

Underneath, in large friendly letters is the following:

'#1: Yellow Jug'

Instructions

1. Write a ten line poem.
2. your title must be ‘yellow jug’.
3. a description of a yellow jug must appear, in some form, as part of the poem, but the words ‘yellow’ and ‘Jug’ cannot be repeated.

Subs open 15/09/26

Subs close 30/09/26

- No simultaneous submissions

- Max of 3 poems per poet

- A shortlist of 10 poems will be chosen for an online archive beginning in October 2026

- The poem that, in the opinion of the judge (me) does the best job of fulfilling the brief and simultaneously subverting the concept will be awarded £20 (via Paypal)[*]

Submit your work to
moveablepress[at]gmail.com

with ‘#1: Yellow Jug’
as your title.

[*] Prize awarded only if at least 20 poets submit their work, and yes, ACTUAL MONEY.

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Emily Tee @emteepoetry.bsky.social · 02/09/2026

I'm not around much this week but by happy coincidence I had created this quick poem on Sunday, some observations and some old memories all mixed up. Loro is Spanish for parrot in case you're wondering 🙂 For @jenthorne.bsky.social and #PromptCombo #Morning Back to read when I get a chance.

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Jen Thorne @jenthorne.bsky.social · 24/08/2026

@rfsmith.bsky.social here is my offering for your excellent #Era #PromptCombo callout. #Poetry

Millennium Mountain

They were all thirty that year;
I was younger, still catching up.
But we agreed it mattered
as Ben's chimes rang out
and the sky erupted in fireworks.

We took off
coordinated the trip
on our new mobile phones,
tapping out messages
with missing vowels,
ghostly green faces
as we sped along the road
curving around the sleeping mountain.

We climbed as the night thinned,
the peak rising ahead of us,
a dark shape waiting.
Even those carrying two
kept their pace,
determined to reach the summit
before the sun.

At the misted summit
soft and uncertain,
we stood together
and held hands for auld lang syne,
small
against the widening sky.

And we felt it
the era of darkness loosening,
the new decade opening
in a thin, bright seam
along an unseen horizon.

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