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Fiona Turner @fifi65.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

You found me crying as I ironed your shirts. I smiled at you and said nothing. As though you'd ask. I bled pain from every pore I smiled at you and said nothing. As though you'd ask In the resus room after the pills. I said nothing And so did you. #poetry

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Fiona Turner @fifi65.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

If you listen closely to the voice in my head. You'll hear my loneliness whisper, come find me. #poetry .

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Matthew M C Smith @matthewmcsmith.bsky.social · 01/10/2026

For my grandfather Brian, who passed away over 20 years ago and suffered from dementia. 😔 Thanks to Jack from the Candyman’s Trumpet and guest editor @carolynthomas.bsky.social #grief #dementia #dementiaawareness💜

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Paul Bavister @paulbavister.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

Jigsaw originally published in Ink, Sweat and Tears inksweatandtears.co.uk/paul-bavister/ #poetry #writing

Jigsaw

A family photo, blown up and chopped
into a thousand pieces then tipped
on the table. We found our eyes first,
as they swirled through fragments
of black jumper, dark pine trees
and an orange sunset sky.

The jigsaw became a winter tradition,
and as we got older, the worn pieces
got harder to push together.
Sometimes we’d panic
that one was lost, but then find it
still rattling in the box.

When a side was completed
or a face stared back at us,
we’d nod in recognition.
We were always silent
as we put us all back together
in the winter sunlight.

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David Birch @davidbirch.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

Many thanks @emteepoetry.bsky.social for today's #PromptCombo #Winged. I'm pressed for time this week so I thought I'd let this old one fly again. Will catch up with other offerings from the #PoetryCommunity later.

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Jen Thorne @jenthorne.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

I hope everyone is having a good Friday. I am having a busy one, so am going to post this and run! I will leave reading everyone else's until tonight when I can hopefully relax 😌 #PoemsAbout #Rot @thebrokenspine.co.uk @alanparrywriter.co.uk #Poetry

Slow Death

My mother's garden once held itself together
the way a thought survives a sleepless night,
each bed and border aligned
to some private geometry of care.

Now rot works through it
like a forgotten language returning
to the mouth.

Apples soften where they land.
Pears remain aloft, unchosen,
moons refusing their eclipse.

The shed folds inward by degrees,
its boards separating from one another
old friends who have exhausted
every story.
Rain collects in the bench.
The wood drinks and drinks,
remembering old thirsts.
The fence gives up its straight lines.
One panel lies down in the nettles,
gravity has won the argument.

Nothing is cleared.
Leaves gather,
brown receipts from a season
that no longer keeps records.

I walk there and feel
time changing shape.
Not passing, but thickening.

Everything she touched
continues the cycle without her.

The trees stand crowded with
their unfinished offerings,
and death hangs on the branches:
a bruised apple
holding one square of light.

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Fiona Turner @fifi65.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

Sometimes my words Creep among the cracks and shadows Dancing darkly on the page They don't elicit smiles More a knowing nod of understanding That no one escapes unscathed Memories of hurt that healing can not erase Leave pain seared in sinew and bone Woven into every life #poetry

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Fiona Turner @fifi65.bsky.social · 03/10/2026

Thank you. I often do rage. It's just that sometimes my body doesn't cooperate with what my heart and head wants.

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Fiona Turner @fifi65.bsky.social · 03/10/2026

I've been robbed of time. My world has become so small. Dreams that used to fill my head, never came to be. Such promise, such hope, died in my bones. Now here I am, worn and shrunk. Wearing my age like a punishment. As the hands of the clock tick away to my grave. #poetry

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Alpenglow Raevyn @landseasky.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

Jackals roam free While safety’s distance Takes illness for excuse What story’s told For the shaking and torn Tending wounds still weeping They say it’s madness Fearing the keeper’s whip Who joined the jackals jaws Madness may murmur But some wounds see Before the crimson bite #poetry #ptsd

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Jane Doe @mwplovesmusic.bsky.social · 29/09/2026

Survivors Once my father said I let it happen, recently he said why did you stay, easy to say he’s old school or dismiss him as a boomer; His words, those ideas, are not unique- I don’t hear the rapist could’ve done something different or the abuser could’ve left; #poetry #survivor

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Ian Dunt @iandunt.bsky.social · 29/09/2026

Each week you think: Braverman will never outdo this. She'll never say something madder than what just came out her mouth. And each week, she proves you wrong. Just the maddest fool on earth.

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Fiona Turner @fifi65.bsky.social · 29/09/2026

When life has pushed me beyond my limits, will you pick me up off the floor? When my words have dried upon my tongue, will you help me find my voice? When all I need is for someone to be near, will you sit with me in my silence? When my pain subsides, will you still be there? #Poetry

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Fiona Turner @fifi65.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

It was a good poem. Thank you for sharing it.

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Fiona Turner @fifi65.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

I didnt realise it wasn't yours. Sorry about that. I agree. Very Obtuse

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Fiona Turner @fifi65.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

I didn't find your poem to be arrogant, or pretentious. The only arrogance that came through to me was that of the arrogance of man portrayed in your poem.

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Fiona Turner @fifi65.bsky.social · 24/09/2026

I persevere, because I know I'll get through it.

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James O’Brien @mrjamesob.bsky.social · 20/09/2026

This is so true.

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🥀 𝚂𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝙱.🖋 🚫 No DM’s @sbwordmuse.bsky.social · 20/09/2026

Poets do not wait for peace to arrive. They write when they are afraid or uncertain. They write while the world is unresolved. They respond to life bleeding out in words. #poetry #poets

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MeidasTouch @meidastouch.com · 19/09/2026

Epstein survivor Danielle Bensky describes the isolation she experienced and the realization that came from finally seeing the scope of the case: “It’s weirdly vindicating to sit here and see in the files like, ‘Oh no, I’m not crazy. This really happened and it happened to so many people.’”

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greyverse @greyverse.eu · 19/09/2026

#Writing #Poetry The Grim Reaper spoke: I did not touch him with cold hands. I was the weariness flowing through his veins, the heaviness that closed his eyelids. When his heart beat for the last time, it was not an end, but a coming to rest. A ceasing of resistance against the inevitable.

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Fiona Turner @fifi65.bsky.social · 19/09/2026

This poets malady. This dose of doubt. A Pen picked up only to be discarded, disheartened. Snippets of verse tease, retreating without structure or shape. I mope through dull days. A poet without a poem. Swimming in glue. #poetry

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Prue Paimon @pruepaimon.bsky.social · 15/09/2026

fuck this fuck the pretending that everything happens for a reason. fuck the lessons we’re supposed to be grateful for because suffering apparently needs a silver lining. #poem #poetry (As my dad would say I’m currently having an angry miss him)

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Kimberly Vanderhorst @kymburlee.bsky.social · 15/09/2026

she’s got moonlight in her m o l e c u l e s and sea salt in her hair the wind has been her lover—twice and the trees have stripped her bare #poetry

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Raymond Bevilacqua-Steinmetz @raymonds-towers.bsky.social · 12/09/2026

I send my silence south for winter where warmer days can loosen its wings where distance asks nothing of it It crosses the border of speech and settles beyond the light When spring returns it comes home carrying the unsaid #MPPrompt #PoetryPrompt #poetry #PoetryCommunity

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Fiona Turner @fifi65.bsky.social · 13/09/2026

#DavidsMonthOfMusic #MusicChallenge #MusicSky Day 14: Song from a stage/theatre musical. Let's Do The Timewarp Again - Richard O Brien, Patricia Quinn, Little Nell. The Rocky Horror Picture Show

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Time Warp

YouTube video by Little Nell - Topic

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Fiona Turner @fifi65.bsky.social · 08/09/2026

We grab every morsel of contentment But never have our fill Victorys and joys are buried by time Lost in the business of being And in our hurry to live We forget how to be alive #poetry

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Fiona Turner @fifi65.bsky.social · 06/09/2026

Her finger hovered nervously over the send key. One tap and a gulp of fear to let a poem loose. Hoping others find reflections of themselves in her poetry. All poets know fear and doubt. Be brave poet Let the world see your words. #poetry

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Fiona Turner @fifi65.bsky.social · 06/09/2026

Without science We breed ignorance Where conspiracy dwells Reaching conclusions On the edge of delusion And books penned by men Of prophet's and Gods Become truth As despots fill holes Left by the loss of reason #poetry #science

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Prue Paimon @pruepaimon.bsky.social · 06/09/2026

Somehow I always miss the mark. The answer keeps moving. It always moves. And I keep chasing it with a red pen, marking myself wrong before anyone else gets the chance. I fail myself with such precision that there is nothing left for anyone else to criticize. #poetry #littleconfessions

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Fiona Turner @fifi65.bsky.social · 06/09/2026

I Pressed fast forward Without a pause If the sun shone I didn't feel it's warmth My dreams seep into a tomorrow coloured grey Mirrors crack with the pain of my reflection Time relentless whittled me down I'm one step away from dust And still unfound #poetry

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Kimberly Vanderhorst @kymburlee.bsky.social · 05/09/2026

I was not taught how to ache how to hold want —this tidal thing —in hands that only know how to fold they made me too flat to hold it all they made me into paper d r e a m i n g of the sea #poetry

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Claire #FBPE ☘️ 🍉 🇺🇦 🇪🇺🐝 🦮🇮🇪🇧🇪 💙💚 @fbpech.bsky.social · 01/09/2026

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Ms. Crow @matoyax.bsky.social · 31/08/2026

🦀 The Bucket What happens when the place that once felt like belonging becomes too small for who you’re becoming? A little piece about the complicated side of growing. #Poetry #WritingCommunity #PersonalGrowth samanthacrow28.substack.com/p/the-bucket...

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The Bucket

We were close

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scoopskie.bsky.social @scoopskie.bsky.social · 30/08/2026

I thought all traces Of you were lost But the broom swept In corners and sought Errant hairs and skin That had become dust I held you then Knowing life is unjust But even a remnant Is sometimes enough #vss365 #broom #writingcommunity #poetry #prompt

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Fiona Turner @fifi65.bsky.social · 31/08/2026

Loneliness is a loud silence The loss of touch and a thousand smiles It's the distance between alive and living A memory of being When being is not enough #poetry

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Fiona Turner @fifi65.bsky.social · 31/08/2026

#DavidsMonthOfMusic #MusicChallenge #MusicSky Day 31: A favourite song by a favourite artist. Them Heavy People - Kate Bush Found it hard to choose a favourite song or artist. I've got so many. But Kate is right up there And this song has a lot of meaning for me.

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Them Heavy People

YouTube video by Kate Bush - Topic

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Fiona Turner @fifi65.bsky.social · 29/08/2026

Your nasty mouth Hurls insults like bricks Bitter words batter my senses If it shines If it rains You rage Your fists never punch It's all hate exploding Shards of verbal shrapnel Shatter me Nothing left but pieces of pain And love imploding #poetry

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