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antidepressants

sinned, snared, spared
a tearstained spinster
entrapped in a disaster
stained and tainted
despair and pain

...insane?
despite naps, pints,
pets and paints...

antidepressants...?
antistress reinstated
readapted in earnest
sin trespassed and
departed, erased
spared and spirited
artist's repast restarts
dearest star adapted

antidepressants sinned, snared, spared a tearstained spinster entrapped in a disaster stained and tainted despair and pain ...insane? despite naps, pints, pets and paints... antidepressants...? antistress reinstated readapted in earnest sin trespassed and departed, erased spared and spirited artist's repast restarts dearest star adapted

I hope choosing a really long word isn't cheating. Hey, it's something that makes me happy. ☺️

#PoetsOfDoom #happiness #poetry #writing
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That was an incredibly long and fun challenge, and quite cathartic. It’s good to know that all the time I spend playing NYT Spelling Bee is good for something. 😅

#PoetsOfDoom #happiness #writingprompt #poem #poetry

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WHEN?

happiness slips past
as it blooms mind goes astray
leaves no memory

#PoetsOfDoom #Happiness #haiku #writing #writingcommunity ##micropoetry
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Rapturously

You! Us! Ours.
Porous parts
traps lastly

Slyly pats,
stops or stoops
pouts, posts, stop

You! Us! Our!
Rapturous
last apart.

#Tricube #poem #PoetsOfDoom #Happiness

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COMFORTABLE

Mortal frame, far from
Able, coma beat of a
Metal bloom fable.
#PoetsOfDoom #Happiness #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity
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Poem title, "Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious" written in response to the #PoetsOfDoom challenge "Pick a one title word for your poem,  then constructing the poem using only the letters from that word. The theme should be happiness."

Written and Copyright (c) 2026 by Eric Montgomery (@madp03t.bsky.social). All Rights Reserved.

soft air slips
lucid color spills

a little rise
to a still side

clear air lifts
a soft pulse sits

a crisp fig, a fox
spice, acid, slip

it is so soft
so clear, so still

su la di la
ra di so
su la si lo

a lucid pulse
circles, soft rise
a soft spill

Poem title, "Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious" written in response to the #PoetsOfDoom challenge "Pick a one title word for your poem, then constructing the poem using only the letters from that word. The theme should be happiness." Written and Copyright (c) 2026 by Eric Montgomery (@madp03t.bsky.social). All Rights Reserved. soft air slips lucid color spills a little rise to a still side clear air lifts a soft pulse sits a crisp fig, a fox spice, acid, slip it is so soft so clear, so still su la di la ra di so su la si lo a lucid pulse circles, soft rise a soft spill

#PoetsOfDoom #prompt #happiness #poetry #writingchallenge #writing

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Serendipity

Eden rises, rest inside.
Serene yet intense,

Tiny spirits deepen respite,
Ripened in respite.
Interpret serpent stripes
In spines—
Dip in serenity
Steep in  piety.

I rise in spirit
Prettiest with serpentine
stripes—
Dried spirits rise in sines,
Pristine, drips          serenity

Interned in seeds,
Dried rind, deeper stripes.
Spines print piety in
Spirited irises;
Ripe tender trees.

Rise in tiny steps
Spirits. 
Rise.

Serendipity Eden rises, rest inside. Serene yet intense, Tiny spirits deepen respite, Ripened in respite. Interpret serpent stripes In spines— Dip in serenity Steep in piety. I rise in spirit Prettiest with serpentine stripes— Dried spirits rise in sines, Pristine, drips serenity Interned in seeds, Dried rind, deeper stripes. Spines print piety in Spirited irises; Ripe tender trees. Rise in tiny steps Spirits. Rise.

My offering for #PoetsOfDoom

May everyone find serenity in themselves and in others.

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@daveashleypoet.bsky.social

#BlueSkyPoets #writingprompt #5amwritersclub #poetrycommunity

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This piece (one can hardly say "poem") breaks every rule of French grammar plus a few not yet invented. Mais que veux-tu que je fasse? The Prompt Must Be Obeyed. 🤷‍♀️
#PoetsOfDoom
#Happiness
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limitless
time smiles
I see miles melt

#poetsofdoom #happiness
#smallpoemsunday #poetry
#micropoetry

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And don't forget to use the alt text if you can, and tag us:

#PoetsOfDoom
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Hello friends. Its my turn to host #PoetsOfDoom this week, and as three of the squad are going through a rough time at the moment I've decided the theme should be #Happiness to try and dispell a little of the doom and cheer us up.

🖤💚🩵🩶

😈 but of course there is a devilish catch...

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Here is my entry for #PoetsOfDoom #Cassiopeian #WildWalkPrompt

This is derived from the short story "May Day Eve" by Nick Joaquin.

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#BlueSkyPoets #writingprompt #Ambahan #NickJoaquin #5amwritersclub #poetrycommunity

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Love in my interpretation comes once in a lifetime...

Love is not a finite thing
Like poets write and bards sing
So I will give love gladly
To those who need it badly
Or those who bring love to me
Or fill my days with their glee
But this is a one time deal 
Your feelings grant no appeal
Love is offered once alone
Test it and be on your own
Be it friendship or romance
I will give no second chance
All that ties will be ended
Nothing left to be mended.

Love in my interpretation comes once in a lifetime... Love is not a finite thing Like poets write and bards sing So I will give love gladly To those who need it badly Or those who bring love to me Or fill my days with their glee But this is a one time deal Your feelings grant no appeal Love is offered once alone Test it and be on your own Be it friendship or romance I will give no second chance All that ties will be ended Nothing left to be mended.

@phylogeneticsteve.bsky.social
I know it's a bit late, but I've finally felt like writing a bit again.

So although I'm not convinced it's great, here's my #PoetsOfDoom offering 🩵🖤💚🩶

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@daveashleypoet.bsky.social

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let me down again again
bought sparkling cider - explain
why you're saying it's champagne
saying you'll climb a big mountain
reality check, birdbrain
that's a hill, are you insane?
that's parsley, not maryjane
trying to parse what you meant
oh my god, it's such a strain
the lies you tell are a drain -
exaggeration migraine

let me down again again bought sparkling cider - explain why you're saying it's champagne saying you'll climb a big mountain reality check, birdbrain that's a hill, are you insane? that's parsley, not maryjane trying to parse what you meant oh my god, it's such a strain the lies you tell are a drain - exaggeration migraine

Inspired by: The hyperbole was accompanied by plain macaroni

This one was tricky with its rules, but fun!

#PoetsOfDoom #ambahan #NickJoaquin #writing #poetry
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#PoetsOfDoom @phylogeneticsteve.bsky.social

#Ambahan prompt: I take my place in the bus among people returning.

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Ambahan with Macaroni

Epic it is, and fully durum;
Depicting battles with Death-
See how this one cures him
by chanting the shibboleth
in cursive pasta, while in penne
he writhes. Such art from a smidge
of plain macaroni with glue lumpen:
O! Grandchild genius lurks on my fridge!

#PoetsofDoom

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#poetsofdoom

@sonnetsmith.bsky.social I'll get around to yours this coming week. Apologies gor not writing.

Here you go, Steve.

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#poetry #ambahan #poetsofdoom #apocalypse #sorrow

Apocalypse awaits me:
Urgent my sorrow, to be
Trapped so perpetually
In a bleaker tomorrow
No high-minded frequency
Just brutal efficiency
& worker complacency
In this world we all borrow

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To kick things off, here is my entry for #PoetsOfDoom #Cassiopeian #WildWalkPrompt

My speech from a few hours ago about mono no aware inspired this piece. I present to you all, my very first Ambahan!

#BlueSkyPoets #writingprompt #Ambahan #NickJoaquin #5amwritersclub #poetrycommunity

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Hello, my fellow poetic doomers!

        It’s me, Steve (I am melting in the summer heat so bear with me here). Here is your form and prompt this week. I present to you, the Ambahan.

      The Ambahan is a traditional form of poetry of the Hanuno'o Mangyan people of Mindoro Island, Province of Mindoro, Philippines. The ambahan is traditionally written in the "surat Mangyan" script, one of the old traditional scripts of the Philippines pre-colonization period, carved on pieces of bamboo rods with a knife. 

       It is a lyrical, chant-like poetry form consisting of seven syllables per line. There is no limit to the line count, and each line (at least in the Mangyan language) should rhyme. It needs not be sung, but the quality and tone of the piece must be chant-like, rhyming, and metaphorical.

       Your task?

         Write an Ambahan of any length, rhymes must be present at any rhyme scheme, and it should use one of the following lines as your title/topic, or add the line Inspired by: (chosen line of your choice) before your piece from the excerpts below that I have gathered from the most imminent Filipino short-story writer, novelist, and journalist of his time, Nick Joaquin:

But alas, the heart forgets..and Maytime passes
"I love" is a door girls slam in their father's faces
Love in my interpretation comes once in a lifetime
How we break our hearts trying to make sense of a world that's pure and utter crap...
If you beget a monster of a child it could prove you were rather monstrous yourself.
The hyperbole was accompanied by plain macaroni.
To remember and to sing: That is my vocation
Apocalypse awaits me: urgent my sorrow...
I take a place in the bus among people returning

Use the hashtags #Ambahan #NickJoaquin and of course, #PoetsOfDoom in your post for this week. Have fun!

Hello, my fellow poetic doomers! It’s me, Steve (I am melting in the summer heat so bear with me here). Here is your form and prompt this week. I present to you, the Ambahan. The Ambahan is a traditional form of poetry of the Hanuno'o Mangyan people of Mindoro Island, Province of Mindoro, Philippines. The ambahan is traditionally written in the "surat Mangyan" script, one of the old traditional scripts of the Philippines pre-colonization period, carved on pieces of bamboo rods with a knife. It is a lyrical, chant-like poetry form consisting of seven syllables per line. There is no limit to the line count, and each line (at least in the Mangyan language) should rhyme. It needs not be sung, but the quality and tone of the piece must be chant-like, rhyming, and metaphorical. Your task? Write an Ambahan of any length, rhymes must be present at any rhyme scheme, and it should use one of the following lines as your title/topic, or add the line Inspired by: (chosen line of your choice) before your piece from the excerpts below that I have gathered from the most imminent Filipino short-story writer, novelist, and journalist of his time, Nick Joaquin: But alas, the heart forgets..and Maytime passes "I love" is a door girls slam in their father's faces Love in my interpretation comes once in a lifetime How we break our hearts trying to make sense of a world that's pure and utter crap... If you beget a monster of a child it could prove you were rather monstrous yourself. The hyperbole was accompanied by plain macaroni. To remember and to sing: That is my vocation Apocalypse awaits me: urgent my sorrow... I take a place in the bus among people returning Use the hashtags #Ambahan #NickJoaquin and of course, #PoetsOfDoom in your post for this week. Have fun!

Since it is Sunday, Ontario EST, I will now present your task this week for #PoetsOfDoom. It is quite a read so take your time, and have fun with it!

Tag me and my cohosts, of course!

@sonnetsmith.bsky.social
@daveashleypoet.bsky.social
@jenthorne.bsky.social

#writingprompt #writesky #prompt

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Hello,

As a reminder, tomorrow...well...later...will be my turn to host #PoetsOfDoom.

I'm just finishing up my meal prep and I'll start making the graphic for it.

I'll see you all in a few hours!

#poetrycommunity #writingprompt

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A flicker, melts the gloom of the night,
A speck of shimmering light
Trying hard to fight through the darkness 
Its only desire to part this
Desolate blackness, standing alone
This solo defiance is all that it's known
'Till a clone ignights in the distance
A sudden, and stubborn insistence 
Upon resistance, so numbers grow
Joining the shine, a communal glow
And all of them know, they can win this
As long as they're; all of them, in this
Together, as one big fish in the pond
And the darkness can try to respond
But it's gone, drowned by the fires of
Thousands of insects that fly above,
Doesn't have enough strength to hold back
Swarms of Adze that dare to attack
And the black tyrant's defeated
Every night, it's the same thing repeated
Abdomens heated, bodies that burn
By igniting the gasses that churn
Out of them, starting to turn up the heat
Its such an incredible feat
For one so petite, for something so small,
On its own can do nothing at all
When a ball of Adze becomes
Big enough it's as hot as the sun
And there's nothing they can't overcome
They're useless as one, but together,
Together these Adze are strong!

A flicker, melts the gloom of the night, A speck of shimmering light Trying hard to fight through the darkness Its only desire to part this Desolate blackness, standing alone This solo defiance is all that it's known 'Till a clone ignights in the distance A sudden, and stubborn insistence Upon resistance, so numbers grow Joining the shine, a communal glow And all of them know, they can win this As long as they're; all of them, in this Together, as one big fish in the pond And the darkness can try to respond But it's gone, drowned by the fires of Thousands of insects that fly above, Doesn't have enough strength to hold back Swarms of Adze that dare to attack And the black tyrant's defeated Every night, it's the same thing repeated Abdomens heated, bodies that burn By igniting the gasses that churn Out of them, starting to turn up the heat Its such an incredible feat For one so petite, for something so small, On its own can do nothing at all When a ball of Adze becomes Big enough it's as hot as the sun And there's nothing they can't overcome They're useless as one, but together, Together these Adze are strong!

Before this week's #PoetsOfDoom prompt swaps over, I have one more piece to share. I've been working on this pretty much all week, and... well... I think it's a rap...
It's too late to record now, but I will try and see if I can record it tomorrow.
#poetry #blueskypoet #fantasy #rap

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Bit late on this #PoetsofDoom but I like how it came out. #Haibun into a #couplet detailing an encounter with the mythical Lamush.

#poem #poetry #writingcommunity

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Syringa vulgaris 💜

#banterbabes #cassiopeian
#faesense #foxprose #bedroomeyes
#ourpoetryx #2wordprompt #loreoutloud #emoetry #outraged
#solseed #soundscape #escapade
#poetsofdoom #madeupcreatures
#wildwalkprompt #field #harbour
#bornbattleready #choices
#poemsabout #inbloom
#acrosticapril #fools

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Lioren

Born from the laughter of stars,  
they flinch at every echo.  
Something ancient settles in their bones,
not blessing, not burden,  
just older than breath.

Small as a bony bird,  
soft as a grey pullover,  
smelling faintly of laundry and dust,  
they drift through cities at dusk  
singing songs that make strangers weep  
without knowing why, 
a little sorrow lifts,  
and the Lioren carries it away.

Light bends around them.  
People feel the sadness  
but never see the source.

A Lioren’s heart is a lantern,  
flickering, beautiful,  
burning quietly  
until it doesn’t.

When they die,  
the sky doesn’t mourn.  
It just dims a little,  
as if unsure  
whether grief belongs  
to something so gentle  
and so impossible.

Lioren Born from the laughter of stars, they flinch at every echo. Something ancient settles in their bones, not blessing, not burden, just older than breath. Small as a bony bird, soft as a grey pullover, smelling faintly of laundry and dust, they drift through cities at dusk singing songs that make strangers weep without knowing why, a little sorrow lifts, and the Lioren carries it away. Light bends around them. People feel the sadness but never see the source. A Lioren’s heart is a lantern, flickering, beautiful, burning quietly until it doesn’t. When they die, the sky doesn’t mourn. It just dims a little, as if unsure whether grief belongs to something so gentle and so impossible.

#PoetsOfDoom
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@daveashleypoet.bsky.social

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Midnight strikes; as bells ring through the town
To beckon in the hour of the arcane.
When lightning; charged with magic, ripples round
The streets, creating sights secret and strange. 

Illusions thunder in between the brick
And mortar, dancing as the city sleeps,
A midnight ballet, whose conductor sits
On nearby roof to watch her masterpiece. 

With fur of grey, she sits in vulpine grace,
Nine tails coiled up around her paws,
And stretched across her orange tinted face,
Grow cobwebs, from her eyes down to her jaw. 

The regal witch grows tired of her ballet
So gives a flick of tail, tipped in blue,
And at the whim of mistress Vixunè 
The dancers stop, and bid the world adieu.

Midnight strikes; as bells ring through the town To beckon in the hour of the arcane. When lightning; charged with magic, ripples round The streets, creating sights secret and strange. Illusions thunder in between the brick And mortar, dancing as the city sleeps, A midnight ballet, whose conductor sits On nearby roof to watch her masterpiece. With fur of grey, she sits in vulpine grace, Nine tails coiled up around her paws, And stretched across her orange tinted face, Grow cobwebs, from her eyes down to her jaw. The regal witch grows tired of her ballet So gives a flick of tail, tipped in blue, And at the whim of mistress Vixunè The dancers stop, and bid the world adieu.

My contribution to this week's #PoetsOfDoom prompt.

I don't think it's finished, I think I need to add a few stanzas in the middle to showcase the dancers, and how the Vixunè controls them. But I'm pretty happy with the start

#poetry #blueskypoet #poem #fantasy

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#PoetsOfDoom #MadeUpCreatures
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Slug god in gooey
Glory, oozing underground,
Shellecabookie.
#PoetsOfDoom #MadeUpCreatures #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity
@sonnetsmith.bsky.social

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Here's my contribution for this week's #PoetsOfDoom #AmpersandAfterDark 013

(note, my Japanese is rusty so if this needs correction, please be respectful.)

Omokage, the demon from my dreams and my past.

#poetryprompt #poetrycommunity #writing #poetry #prompt

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...now to see if I can blend it with today's #PoetsOfDoom prompt.

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