I’m a wife, a sister, a mother’s child a child’s mother I’m wise Self and damaged girl; one holding hands with the other seeking to leave this cold dark place trade one life for another #MPPrompt

Open me. Inside: rooms of noise laughter with teeth, thunder in a teacup, static that knows my name. The smallest doll is listening for the sound I never made. #MPPrompt #poetryprompt

Not a nesting doll Not at all More a ball of mixed yarn Leftover from trying to darn Lots of different colors Some faded or dyed discolors Others with layers shrouded And worthiness clouded

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I'm very open about my OSDD diagnosis, and so here are my parts...explained to the best of my ability, as my therapist has discussed with me. #MPPrompt #poetrycommunity #Blueskypoets #emoetry #ferocity #writigcommunity #OSDD

#poetry #mpprompt Matryoshka 1st is bold & bright - watch out, world! 2nd is efficient, capable, hardworking, confident 3rd is friendly, kind, laughter & fun times 4th is quiet, artistic, swirled watercolor, poems 5th is frightened, awkward, self-doubting, improv all are me, curious & distractable

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Bright colours, a painted smile swish swish another doll appears Somber eyes, soft‑spun lies swish swish this one is black & white The next stays shut Forced apart, it reveals a tiny birillo, slight and small, dodging heavy answers rolling from a wicked 8‑ball

In the name of silence break it In the name of the gong bang it In the name of the song sing it In the name of yesterday remember #MPPrompt

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layer one— this layer is for everyone, it's shy, yet friendly & overly nice to keep the peace— just keep the peace then layer two, this one's got opinions & feelings she keeps in beyond this the layers are endless— molten, ice, fire, glass all the way down to the scared little girl. #mpprompt

What happens when the state must decide if a #poem counts as "#art"? Allen Ginsberg’s poem Howl, published in 1956, included explicit language about sex, drugs, and homosexuality, along with being critical of American materialism. The government immediately decided it was obscene

Today's #poetryprompt: Open yourself up like a nesting doll. Take me through all the layers of you. #MPPrompt I repost replies Follow for daily prompts

In the name of the sum Of my sadness, Deny you of the drum Of my virtue, As I execrate my name Away from your devious game, I shall erase you And I deface you My effigy of my woes... #MPPrompt #poem #poetrycomnunity #Blueskypoets #writingcommunity

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#poetry #mpprompt In the name of the wind racing across the sky, go chasing clouds till they puppy-tumble over fields & mountains, chameleons changing from feathers to dragons, building darkening towers, bursting storm & lightning onto grateful parched earth, nature's benediction

In the name of the blessed trees, the heavenly skies, the sacred waters of lakes and rivers, and of wide and rolling seas in the name of nature and all living things— I do not say in the name of the Father I find no religion there. #mpprompt

In the name of the most courageous singer now We love Bad Bunny #Seranya #Haiku #Senryu 🦄 #Writing #Poetry via #Prompt #MPPrompt #PoetryPrompt by @malformed-poetry.bsky.social

In the name of the women Who fought for each of our rights I promise to continue To raise up other women Breaking glass ceiling heights Using brains over sinew

#poetry #mpprompt #telephone I caught the darkness leaving as the sky slid from darkest blue to lighter & lighter grey stars disappeared sharp knife of light cut along the tree edge pearled the heavens with pink & orange gossamer another chance to live

What does the state do when it feels threatened by a #poem? When does #poetry become a crime? In February 2011 Ayat Hassan Mohammed al-Qurmezi, a then 20 year old Bahraini, recited a poem critical of the Bahraini monarchy at the Pearl Roundabout protest site in Manama.

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I caught myself leaving at two thirty in the morning, heading off into a dream light footsteps through the ether of my mind— I followed close behind as I stood in shadows, my dreamer watched the sunrise and wept for all the dreams she'd left behind. #mpprompt

I caught the moonlight leaving at two thirty in the morning. I missed the light. Clouds closed over its silver comfort, shadowed the way ahead. My steps faltered in the dark. The path was barred by lies. I stood in the blackness, knowing there would be no sunrise.

I watched the ship leaving the harbor at two thirty in the morning I wondered what adventures it was off to experience I wondered where I would wander and if it would be better than here I went inside at two thirty-five in the morning still wondering

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suffering for years we did everything we could bitch took forever #MPPrompt #Eulogy #Melogy #vss #poem #haiku #spirit #SpiritSky #Poetrysky #WitchSky

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Today's #poetryprompt: Let's play poetry telephone! Take one of the other comments to this post and change it slightly. You can add lines, change words, delete things. Lets see where we start and end I'll kick us off below, but feel free to start your own #MPPrompt Follow for daily prompts

Let's talk about Samizdat ("self-published"), a system for the distribution of censored #literature under the Soviet state Copies were made of banned texts, often by hand. If you got a copy you were expected to make more. Often they were given fake covers to hide their true nature #censorship

breathe, love, yes release the tension from your rigid frame the winter’s long and brutal in its depths but the sun, it shines sometimes sometimes one ray can offer enough promise to make you believe that warmth can live inside you, even in an endless February #MPPrompt

I just got the call I am sure they can Hear me down the hall Now it’s time to plan Have so much to do I’m getting ahead What an awesome coup Need bottle of red For celebration Buying our first house Raising our station Me and my dear spouse

In response to a #poetryprompt hosted by @malformed-poetry.bsky.social: "Sit down, take a deep breath, imagine you have just received some really #goodnews." #Nonewsisgoodnews #poetry #poetrycommunity #writing #writingcommunity #mpprompt @blueskypoetry.bsky.social

#poetry #mpprompt now I can breathe gulping oxygen like a whale swallowing krill world awash with light kaleidoscopic joy I am thistledown lifting on the breeze an otter sliding down a bank a dolphin dancing in the waves white blossoms in the moonlight cured free given back life

On the barren earth- there- the tiniest crack, from which a sapling peeks reaching gingerly toward the sun, as if checking— will it nourish or burn? because even hope can hurt when you've learned not to trust all that it promises. #mpprompt

The room grows wider. The clock loosens its grip. Light spills like clean water across ordinary things—a cup, a chair, the dust that has been waiting. My ribs open and let the world in. For once, the future does not feel like a wound. Somewhere, a door unlatches. Somewhere, I step through #MPPrompt

If no one will publish you, put it on the street. The May 1968 Paris student protests produced a mass of fantastic slogans, which exploded across graffiti, handmade posters and hand printed pamphlets. Public #art is one of the most powerful tools of #censorship evasion

Today's #poetryprompt: A little different today. Sit down, take a deep breath, imagine you have just received some really good news. Now write. #MPPrompt I repost replies. Follow for daily prompts

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In spring I like to watch the dandelion clocks- or Jinny Joes, as we call them- disperse their seeds the way they were once whole but then scatter, like memories, floating off upon the breeze there is something dignified about the way they leave— slowly piece by piece. #mpprompt

*Trigger Warning* In answer to a #poetryprompt hosted by @malformed-poetry.bsky.social for #MothersDay *Trigger Warning* NOT a warm fuzzy poem 😬 ("Nature red in tooth and claw.") #NotmewritingaboutmyMom #poetry #poetrycommunity #writing #writingcommunity #mpprompt @blueskypoetry.bsky.social

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Of course, she’s my mom But she’s so much more Not just a member Of our family But a game player Loves bridge and Mahjong Strums the mandolin A college student Graduate studies Law librarian And world traveler

A late entry to yesterday's #poetryprompt hosted by @malformed-poetry.bsky.social "You opened up a box you found buried in the back yard, and it contained this poem." #poem in a #box #poetry #poetrycommunity #writing #writingcommunity #mpprompt @blueskypoetry.bsky.social

Brown mother goddess Inspired tenderness in veins Covering me cotton Protection from pain. Brown mother goddess, Or China white angel Kissing sense into Secluded sleep Deep, deep My soul to keep. #mpprompt #addiction

#poetry #mpprompt dear finder of the box we three girls decided after several talks our treasures here abided to prove our friendship true keepsakes we placed within shells, rocks, & feather blue ribbons, poem, beads in a tin say hello from 1932 Inez, Alma & Carolyn

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Do not sell the red bike. Fix the chain. You know how. Eat slower. Look at birds even the boring ones. #mpprompt #poetry #prompt #poetryprompt #writing

As a child she was too grown— eyes that made the adults wary like she might know secrets she shouldn't as an adult she was a child— lost, ever seeking out a place she couldn't find before she died she smiled like the secrets of her childhood had come back to her— the map to that place discovered.

Another mash-up. What a matchmaker! Please add that to my #eulogy, hosted by @malformed-poetry.bsky.social #Ascend hosted by @sonnetsmith.bsky.social (thank you to both) #poetryprompt #poetry #mpprompt #WildWalkPrompt @blueskypoetry.bsky.social