#promptcombo #rupture #nightmare #freeversefebruary #time #bastardpoetsofdoom #haibun #poem

#WeirdMicro
#GrimScribe
#MMPrompt The lies they tell
#haikufeels
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#Buried_aeons smother the lies they tell; #aged_parchment gets a new look, whispering new detail, before #time crumbles all.

Lying in the #park:
Sky, greenspace, towering crowns.
Lungs and #time dilate.

My scars speak of memories my mind never wrote. Blank pages of thought where trauma should have written its signature, a note. Instead what remains are blank sheets of aged parchment in my head, and these simple marks on skin. Like folded corners, dog-earred pages of chapters to my life best left buried to time. But, they are always there, bold marked reminders that I'm here, alive. They say time cures all wounds, it may, but not without leaving behind marks.

Did another quick one using a similar combo as the last. A possible for one of the versions of behind the mirror at any rate. Enjoy 🤗

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Time The clock above the sink has been wrong for months, stopped at 3:17 as if the day folded itself there and refused to move on. I pass it every morning with coffee in my hands, aware that the true hour slips by unseen. Time does not live in numbers anyway. It lives in the way grief dulls, in the way a scar pales from red to silver, in the slow return of ordinary breathing. Some days I feel suspended between the person I was and the one still forming, as if time were less a line than a tide — advancing, retreating, leaving its quiet evidence behind. Evening shadow stretches longer than the ticking clock — time learns how to wait.

#BastardPoetsofDoom #time #haibun #poetryprompt #writingcommunity

Sunday, February 22nd ~ #Poetry #WritingPrompts 1/2

#7SyllableSentence Space
#BastardPoetsOfDoom ⬇️ Time
#BlueSkyPoetry #BSPP50 Overflow
#DailyHaikuPrompt Seed / Clear Air
#Emoetry Regretful
#Fantaiku Feel
#FreeVerseFebruary Debase

A weathered face watches over her children of the valley. Age has taken the edge. Features curved, the soft comfort for heads of tired souls. Her bosom is the moss covered limestone, willow weeping hair framing her face. Body bears the caesarian scars of coal, and the bruises of industry. Long past pains, removals, abuses lacking names. Yet she stands, ever watching, breathing life to the valley. What will be her answer, if her children are threatened? The goddess awaits, resting within mountain stone for the time to rise.

I may need to tidy it up a bit, but the core of it is solid. A piece meant for mountain mama. Aimed to do a spooky spicy one about old gods rising that'd chill bones... next one eh.

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Time is a liar from birth, always running before anyone can hold him accountable. He slips away fast, yet returns with the swagger of an old friend. Trust him for a moment and he’ll spin illusions. Don't you remember how happy you were? Then he shifts tone: How deeply you suffered? I was there too. He says it all like someone who’s had one drink too many, exaggerating and bending memory to suit him. Time slips through our hands comes back slurring old stories half ours, half his lies

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I love it when two of my fav pple @daveashleypoet.bsky.social & @arwashington.bsky.social pool their talents. 🤗

Nothing better on a Sunday! ☕
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Alone, at the edge of eternity, there sits a man who counts. Seconds, minutes, hours, every one he ticks off, notes down, keeps in it's own special draw, filed away, a memory of the universe. When you reach the edge, Look for the draw with your name And know who you were.

Another one for #BastardPoetsOfDoom #Time
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#haibun #poetry #blueskypoet #poem #fantasy #death #memory #haiku

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Poem written and Copyright (c) 2026 by Eric Montgomery (@madp03t.bsky.social). All Rights Reserved. The ice rink opens at dusk. Floodlights flare against the darkening sky, whitening the surface until it looks seamless. A teenage couple circles the perimeter without speaking, hands brushing, separating, brushing again. Near the benches, a boy kneels to retie a lace that keeps loosening. The Zamboni waits at the far gate, engine idling low. When the whistle blows, no one hears it at first. midwinter evening time ground in the frozen ruts skates carve into dark

Here's my offering to the #BastardPoetsOfDoom

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#prompt #time #poetry #haibun #writing #haiku

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Remembering a simpler time, when my parents would take my siblings and I for forest walks or trips to the beach, before the loss of so many years.

Collecting conkers,
Laughter in babbling streams,
Time's treasures tempered.
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The Cypress Speaks They stand like sentinels of breath and silence, their roots clutching the white bones of the hill once mapped by Etruscan hands. Not sweet, not kind, but exact. The wind does not bend them; it polishes their faith. Sparrows murmur in their green chambers. A dove calls from a hidden alcove, its voice round as the moon over Pienza. Swallows pass like ink in water, a brief script against the fields. They lean toward me when I pass, almost human, almost divine, whispering Welcome back now. They know the path, the scent of evening on my clothes. I pause but do not sit. I have not yet earned their stillness. evening light thins the cypress holds its breath for centuries

Cypress tree close up.

Thanks #BastardPoetsOfDoom for this weeks prompt #haibun #Time .
Finally finished a prose piece started in October inspired by a hike and this cypress tree.
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#BastardPoetsofDoom #haiban
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One of my favorite styles of poetry. Why Bastard?

Endearment

A butterfly flaps its wings. As the soft tilt of your head makes the world lighter. ⤵️

#Haiku4u #haiban

Dreams, the fuel of life, the spark that drives the world. The twinkle in the eyes of youth that gets us up, helps us move forward, as long as they are fed. Dreams become regret Rotting from the inside out, Distorted by time

A bit more downbeat with this one... I'm less in my element with haibun,
In fact with all haiku derivatives, I always think I'm missing some secret with them...

#BastardPoetsOfDoom #haibun #time #poetry #poet

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I don't know if this mish mash works?

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#Time

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Waiting. It seems all I do anymore is wait. Waiting for doctor's appointments and ride shares and deliveries. Everything is on someone else's time, at their mercy. They deliver the groceries when they can. The ride gets here when it can. And sometimes it doesn't come at all. More waiting. Some days it feels like I'm just waiting to die, those are the tricky days. The days full of darkness, straddling that edge between suicidal ideation and writing handwritten notes that no one will ever see. the hourglass dribbles while I sit waiting, wondering where's my fucking ride

Ok. Here's my attempt. I'm really unsure about it, but at least I tried, right?

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Walking your well-worn shoes, a quiet shared smile as we enter the bustling city centre. How you casually squeeze my hand and this familiar motion steadies my heart walking amongst the bustling crowd. Time spent to restock has become our weekly ritual. remember our first kiss shy lips wandering soon turning

Still unsure how I feel about that hashtag
#BastardPoetsOfDoom 😅

A haibun contribution to this week's theme of time.

#poetry #poetrycommunity

I don't have much time to post today, but here's my contribution to the #BastardPoetsOfDoom.

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-Time. Debase.

@sonnetsmith.bsky.social
-Dig

#BlueSkyPoetry #BSPP50 #February #poetry #poetryCommunity #WildWalkPrompt #writesky #writingprompt #nature #5amwritersclub

Sorry 😞

I'm trying to get all the angst out so I can do something upbeat for #BastardPoetsOfDoom

(I may be here a while)

I highly encourage everyone to participate. The Bastard Poets Of Doom are looking forward to your entries!

#BastardPoetsOfDoom #writingprompt #prompt #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity

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#time
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Everyone is welcome to join us for #BastardPoetsOfDoom

Don't forget to tag if do we don't miss anything:

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Haibun Poems: Poetic Forms The haibun is the combination of two poems: a prose poem and haiku. The form was popularized by the 17th century Japanese poet Matsuo Basho. Find guidelines and an example here.

#BastardPoetsOfDoom prompt this week is

#Time

And to make it tricksy it has to be in a #haibun!

www.writersdigest.com/write-better...

All of you lovely writers are welcome... nay encouraged.... (possibly even bribed, blackmailed and coerced if that would help) to join us, the #BastardPoetsOfDoom with whatever excessively tricky concoction Dave has cooked up for us tomorrow...

I look forward to reading it.

I'm slightly worried about what Dave's got in store for us, but look forward to seeing everyone's responses!

We would really love everyone to join in.

New challenge drops tomorrow!!

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@sonnetsmith.bsky.social I'm nervous about posting now after your #BastardPoetsOfDoom contribution.

I feel like Vermeer's kid asking for their picture to be stuck on the fridge!

#BastardPoetsofDoom
#childhood
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I remember the children’s poem or book called There was an old lady who swallowed a fly. You can read that here: wordsforlife.org.uk/activities/t...

Here is my offering for a sequel