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Whispers @whisperingpoems.bsky.social · 4h

#vss365 #unexpected the unexpected was not your mouth finding mine but the way it stayed lingering quiet as if it knew my shy my stillness as if these were not things to outgrow as if my body did not need to apologize for being naïve 🖤 #ωнιѕρєяѕ

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Jocelyn @jocelynx44.bsky.social · 4h

clouds are the ocean's thoughts rain says them out loud #haiku

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Ann Tigone @anntigone.bsky.social · 10h

You were the wind rushing through my branches, my giddy leaves dancing as you passed through. But now the air holds only the cold stillness of an approaching winter and my leaves, bereft of your breeze, drift forlornly to the ground. #sensewrds 282

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𝕀ℝ𝕀𝕊✾ @onyri-s.bsky.social · 15/10/2026

Heure incertaine, heure charmante et triste : les femmes Laissent dans leurs regards voir un peu de leur âme; Le soir a la douceur des amours qui commencent. Ô profondes amours, blanches filles de l’absence, Aimez l’heure dont l’œil est grave et dont la main

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I have learned silence from the talkative, toleration from the intolerant, and kindness from the unkind; yet strange, I am ungrateful to these teachers. Kahlil Gibran

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Linda St. Vincent John @lindasvj.bsky.social · 15/10/2026

let not failure steer you in the wrong direction it's needn't take a great deal of effort to shift your attitude deciding on another course of action is what's needed to making a #brave start #vss365 #poetry #writing #positivity

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Deepspeeps @deepspeeps.bsky.social · 14/10/2026

𝗝𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗺𝘆 𝗛𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻 "𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘐𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘊𝘩𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦", 1989 Lyrical Abstraction "In my paintings the time of day is indeterminable, the weather changeable, something has happened or is about to happen". J. Henderson #art #painting #schoenesgegendoofes

A dreamlike composition in bright colors and many layers and depth. Some shapes are recognisable as flowers, blue, yellow and red. The background in blues, greens with splodges of orange and purple. Surrounded by the flowers there is a darker shape with a vertical stripe of light blue next to it, maybe a door? and at the same time the impression that the whole scene could be under water. A Garden of Infinite Choice indeed.

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VenetiaJane’s Garden @venetiajane.bsky.social · 14/10/2026

“One leaf or one flower to memory will bring The light of thy beauty, the hope of thy spring.” – Letitia Elizabeth Landon (1802-1838) #RoseWednesday

An apricot rose blooming in the golden light of autumn, its softly unfurling petals glowing in delicate shades of peach, warm yellow and blush pink. The richly layered, cupped flower is set against a softly blurred background of green foliage.

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˖ ִֶָ @crimsonpetals.bsky.social · 10/10/2026

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Sҽɾҽɳҽ °❀.ೃ࿔*ོ @fadedsignals.bsky.social · 13/10/2026

Life will give you reasons to lose faith in people, but then someone comes along and reminds you that good hearts still exist. Genuine people, pure intentions, kindness without an agenda. Don’t let the wrong people make you cynical about a world that still has so much good in it.

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ЗИТА. @zinoky.bsky.social · 13/10/2026

October is the most contradictory month of autumn: on the one hand, one can feel the breath of winter, while on the other, echoes of the departed summer linger. October can be gloomy, sunny, rainy, and amazingly beautiful.

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pamela steiner @nadieseconoce.bsky.social · 13/10/2026

Und in den Nächten süß vom Herbstgestirn wird mein Herz stürzen.... paul celan 1920 - 1970

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sanctorium.bsky.social @sanctorium.bsky.social · 12/10/2026

Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du mal

Single page: Correspondences by Baudelaire, The Flowers of Evil (1857)

Poem with text partially obscured by conch seashell- near fossilised

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Beautiful Bizarre Magazine @beautifulbizarre.net · 12/10/2026

We love the colours and energy of this new work by AKUT! This piece is now exhibiting in Corey Helford Gallery's 20th Anniversary Celebration – September Edition group show. For all purchase inquires or to request the collector’s preview for the show, please email sherri@coreyhelfordgallery.com

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Ellen-Sabine.art2 @samueart2-ellen.bsky.social · 12/10/2026

Warum plagen wir einer den andern? Das Leben zerrinnt, und es versammelt uns nur einmal wie heute die Zeit. Friedrich von Schiller (1759 - 1805), Johann Christoph Friedrich Schiller, ab 1802 von Schiller, deutscher Arzt, Dichter, Philosoph und Historiker; gilt als einer der bedeutendsten...AI

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Warum plagen wir einer den andern? Das Leben zerrinnt,
und es versammelt uns nur einmal wie heute die Zeit.

Friedrich von Schiller
(1759 - 1805), Johann Christoph Friedrich Schiller, ab 1802 von Schiller, deutscher Arzt, Dichter, Philosoph und Historiker; gilt als einer der bedeutendsten deutschsprachigen Dramatiker und Lyriker
Schiller, F., Gedichte. Xenien, mit Goethe zusammen verfasst 1796, Erstdruck in: Musenalmanach für das Jahr 1797

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Ellen-Sabine.art2 @samueart2-ellen.bsky.social · 12/10/2026

blue manday

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Indu Pillai @indupillai01.bsky.social · 11/10/2026

A thing of beauty is often a thing of silence, which often is a thing waiting to bloom inside you.

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✒ René Char : Les compagnons dans le jardin (1956) 🎨 Georgia O'Keeffe ; White Iris No. 7 (1957)

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L'homme n'est qu'une fleur de l'air tenue par la terre, maudite par les astres, respirée par la mort; le souffle et l'ombre de cette coalition, certaines fois, le surélèvent.

Georgia O'keeffe "White Iris No. 7" Oil on canvas

The painting shows a close-up of the delicate, white petals of an iris with a bright yellow center against a soft background.

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starrsongs🗝️ @starrsongs.bsky.social · 09/10/2026

my river slows wind collects old things falling leaves, feathers from the pilgrimage of passing wings earth turns quietly i hear the geese… groves that once sang ballads are humming hymns

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Ellen-Sabine.art2 @samueart2-ellen.bsky.social · 09/10/2026

„Seid vor allem immer fähig, jede Ungerechtigkeit gegen jeden Menschen an jedem Ort der Welt im Innersten zu fühlen. Das ist die schönste Eigenschaft eines Revolutionärs.“ — Che Guevara. #dotd

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Soul Oxide @souloxide.bsky.social · 08/10/2026

human noise grows still when the wind is just right. I'm laying in bed watching the transmorphing skies while listening to birdcall and the white noise of rain. A small body ridden by an unknown disease against mine, soft noises emanating. A rare, short time of peace wanders warm in my mind.

Most of the lower frame is black, a chimney sicks out, a pigeon sitting on top. Uneven lines in front of it

Raindrops on a window, a roof with chimneys blurry in the far back. A small bright part of sky behind the roof, the rest gradually blackening and grey

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Lafcadio @lafcadiobsky.bsky.social · 08/10/2026

autumn sky bright blue with fluffy clouds I trust you will still be here tomorrow #tanka #TankaThursday

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Solemn @museofluna.bsky.social · 08/10/2026

Waiting... At times, causing a chill, a nibbling pinch of pain, then a fierce grip.... as though a huge hand had always been keeping you away from your destiny, from your dreams. A grip that leaves you sour and speechless, as if you've lost the ability to think... to think for yourself.

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on the finger that scraped too rudely the nasal membranes. God, what a sexual satisfaction! It is absorbing to look with new sudden eyes on the old worn habits: to see a sudden luxurious and pestilential "snot-green sea," and shiver with the shock of recognition. Sylvia Plath Unabridged Journals

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and forefinger, and spread them on the under surface of a desk or chair where they will harden into organic crusts. How many desks and chairs have I thus secretively befouled since childhood? Or sometimes there will be blood mingled with the mucous: in dry brown scabs, or bright sudden wet red

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nostril and draw them out to be looked at, crumbled between fingers, and flicked to the floor in minute crusts. Or a heavier, determined forefinger can reach up and smear down-and-out the soft, resilient, elastic greenish-yellow smallish blobs of mucous, roll them round and jelly-like between thumb

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As for minute joys: as I was saying: do you realize the illicit sensuous delight I get from picking my nose? I always have, ever since I was a child - there are so many subtle variations of sensations. A delicate, pointed-nailed fifth finger can catch under dry scabs and flakes of mucous in the

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✒ Gustave Flaubert : Novembre 🎨 Joseph Mallord William Turner : The Scarlet Sunset

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J’aime l’automne, cette triste saison va bien aux souvenirs. Quand les arbres n’ont plus de feuilles, quand le ciel conserve encore au crépuscule la teinte rousse qui dore l’herbe fanée, il est doux de regarder s’éteindre tout ce qui naguère encore brûlait en vous.

The painting depicts an impressionistic sunset over a waterfront city. Vibrant colors like orange, red, and yellow dominate the sky, while the sun appears as a bright circle on the horizon, its light rippling on the water. In the foreground, boats and figures moving along the shore are visible in outline. The silhouette of an urban skyline with towers and buildings stretches in the background beneath a colorful, almost fiery sky.

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Ann Tigone @anntigone.bsky.social · 07/10/2026

My deep assertions still subject to change, as life doles out her lessons. #2wordprompt #subject #assert #haiku #senryu

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ange belle @angebelle.bsky.social · 07/10/2026

. feeling sonder watching people walk by with anxious expressions reflecting sorrow; perhaps reflecting on the secrets they keep hidden in shallow graves of their soul or when fear holds happiness hostage and dreams die a slow death— when hope morphs into a shadowy mist #vss365 #poetry

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井川奎(Ikawa kei) @ikawakei.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

A filter of blue— a world wrapped in loneliness and silence, sinking into sorrow. Then, a butterfly drifts down, seeking the faint fragrance of joy. And quietly, it settles upon a single rose. #Poem #FreeVerse

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chimeric chronicles @chimericchronicles.bsky.social · 07/10/2026

Macabrescu’s photography inhabits a strange threshold where reality seems to reveal a hidden interior. The mystical does not escape the real; it emerges from it—through silence, decay, bodies, shadows, and fragile gestures. Her images make the familiar uncanny, as if reality itself were dreaming.

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H e t e r o t o p ia @artsofexistence.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

"I said nothing for a time, just ran my fingertips along the edge of the human-shaped emptiness that had been left inside me." -- Haruki Murakami, Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman #BookSky

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M @midnightineden.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

the yard is littered with autumn's thoughts fighting the wind fighting the fading sun the sun rebels shining in all it's glory I hope you feel the sun #penpalpoets

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pamela steiner @nadieseconoce.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

Einer muß den Frieden beginnen wie den Krieg. stefan zweig 1881 - 1942

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sanctorium.bsky.social @sanctorium.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

Is not this a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love- that makes life and nature harmonize. George Eliot, Letters and Journals-Volume I

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The Kimono Gallery @roger1952.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

From Autumn to Winter . Japan. Photography by zeissizm on Flickr

Crouched low against the cool stone pavement, a young woman curls inward to shield herself from the gathering chill, her arms wrapped tightly around a heavy, charcoal-knit sweater. Her long dark hair cascades forward like a gentle veil over her brow, while scattered, pale autumn leaves lie dotted across the weathered concrete beneath her. The shallow depth of field softens the urban backdrop—a stone doorway and worn building steps—into a quiet, painterly blur of mossy greens and muted slate. The photograph evokes a deeply evocative sensory atmosphere: the sharp, biting draft of early winter wind sifting through dark fabric, the dry, papery rustle of fallen leaves drifting across cold stone, the tactile contrast of coarse wool against chilled skin, and the quiet, solitary refuge of turning inward as the natural world slumbers. Created by the photographer known as zeissizm on Flickr, this atmospheric portrait captures the distinctive optical rendering associated with classic Zeiss lenses, celebrated for their three-dimensional subject separation, subtle micro-contrast, and smooth, painterly bokeh. In Japanese cultural consciousness, the passage of seasons (kisetsukan) carries profound emotional weight, where the melancholic transition from late autumn (aki) into winter (fuyu) marks a period of introspection and stillness. The composition captures this subtle seasonal threshold, framing the human figure not in opposition to the elements, but as a vulnerable, delicate participant in nature’s annual decline.

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Carolina @anilmedeiros.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

Não esqueças nunca o gosto solitário do orvalho Bashō foto: b.betenika

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VenetiaJane’s Garden @venetiajane.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

“But in October what a feast to the eye our woods and groves present! The whole body of the air seems enriched by their calm, slow radiance. They are giving back the light they have been absorbing from the sun all summer.” – from ‘Falling Leaves’ by John Burroughs (1837-1921).

Autumn Japanese maple leaves glowing in shades of coral, scarlet, orange and green, with dark twisting branches against a softly blurred golden background.

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Jocelyn @jocelynx44.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

autumn is a silent bird painting the trees with amber wings #haiku

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jay @jayschmitt.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

I tried to escape from a world I thought I wanted back to the one I thought was a mistake only to find it was gone #poetry #micropoetry #poetrysky #writing

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Cities are constructed large And stony on the plain; But the homeless one follows The wind with open forehead, The trees at the hill; Also the afterglowing often fears. Georg Trakl 📷 Mania De Praeter

A black and white photograph of an asphalt path passing a wire fence and bushes, with a solitary, large leafless tree on the right and a person visible from behind on the path.

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Beautiful Bizarre Magazine @beautifulbizarre.net · 04/10/2026

🖤 SUBMISSION SUNDAY 🖤 “Resilience” 30”x40” Oil on Canvas by Simona - ericasimonaart

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