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#poem

6,757
posts · 30d
820
users
225
posts / day
8.2
posts / user
-18% vs last week

#poem is an active hashtag on Bluesky. In the last 30 days, 820 people shared 6,757 posts with it — around 225 a day. Activity is down 18% versus the previous week, peaking on Oct 13 with 311 posts.

#poem posts per day (last 30 days)

Posts with #poem

Menestune
@menestune.bsky.social
4 days ago
Free poems for all. Drop a cool nature pic in the comments and I'll write a short poem about it! Here's my limerick to start... My feet grip like custom made tools And shine like the most precious jewels I roam all the Earth Filled up with mirth Unbound by conventional rules #poem #photography
Gold dust gecko climbing a bamboo tree in Maui. She is green with orange and.blue markings.
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Dr Batuhan Özmenoğlu🇹🇷🩺
@drbatuhan.bsky.social
2 days ago
Ya al götür geri kalanımı Ya da getir benden aldığın hayatımı Ya gel tamamla eksik yanımı Ya da al bütün anılarını, Ya can diye can ol canıma Ya da al canımı git artık yoluna Ya sen çare olacaksın bu sessizliğime Ya da sessizce tanık olacaksın son nefesimi Adem Açıkgözoğlu #poem #poetry
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Nicholas Klacsanzky
@haikuforlife.bsky.social
1 day ago
Happy to receive 3rd Place in The Avon Review 2026 Fall Haiku Contest! dense fog . . . the spider weaves a web between barbed wire #haiku #poetry #poem
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Association for Scottish Literature
@asls.org.uk
1 day ago
I’m truly sorry Man’s dominion Has broken Nature’s social union, An’ justifies that ill opinion,‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍Which makes thee startle, At me, thy poor, earth-born companion,‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍An’ fellow-mortal! —Robert Burns, “To a Mouse, On turning her up in her Nest, with the Plough, November 1785” #poem #poetry #C18
To a Mouse, On turning her up in her Nest, with the Plough, November 1785.
Robert Burns

Wee, sleekit, cowran, tim’rous beastie,
O, what a panic’s in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,‍‍
Wi’ bickering brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an’ chase thee‍‍
Wi’ murd’ring pattle!

I’m truly sorry Man’s dominion
Has broken Nature’s social union,
An’ justifies that ill opinion,‍‍
Which makes thee startle,
At me, thy poor, earth-born companion,‍‍
An’ fellow-mortal!

I doubt na, whyles, but thou may thieve;
What then? poor beastie, thou maun live!
A daimen-icker in a thrave‍‍
’S a sma’ request:
I’ll get a blessin wi’ the lave,‍‍
An’ never miss’t!
Thy wee-bit housie, too, in ruin!
Its silly wa’s the win’s are strewin!
An’ naething, now, to big a new ane,‍‍
O’ foggage green!
An’ bleak December’s winds ensuin,‍‍
Baith snell an’ keen!

Thou saw the fields laid bare an’ waste,
An’ weary Winter comin fast,
An’ cozie here, beneath the blast,‍‍
Thou thought to dwell,
Till crash! the cruel coulter past‍‍
Out thro’ thy cell.

That wee-bit heap o’ leaves an’ stibble
Has cost thee monie a weary nibble!
Now thou’s turn’d out, for a’ thy trouble,‍‍
But house or hald,
To thole the Winter’s sleety dribble,‍‍
An’ cranreuch cauld!

But Mousie, thou art no thy-lane,
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best laid schemes o’ Mice an’ Men‍‍
Gang aft agley,
An’ lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain,‍‍
For promis’d joy!

Still, thou art blest, compar’d wi’ me!
The present only toucheth thee:
But Och! I backward cast my e’e,‍‍
On prospects drear!
An’ forward, tho’ I canna see,‍‍
I guess an’ fear!
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@word-massager.bsky.social
1 day ago
Running #errands on a cold rainy day in November The way my Dad used to do while we stayed home and played fighting over board games Yesterday he passed away and it falls on me to set up the death arrangements while taking care of Mom like the good son my Father made #vss365 #poetry #poem
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