Robert
@robertthe.bsky.social
Poetry doesn’t belong to the person who writes it; it belongs to the person who needs it. — Il Postino (1994 film)
A gentleman of a certain age.
Avatar art by R. Lichtenstein.
A gentleman of a certain age.
Avatar art by R. Lichtenstein.
Reposted by Robert
and she adds
to her b i l l o w i n g thoughts—
a quiet love
b l o o m i n g
in her chest.
#poetry #micropoem
to her b i l l o w i n g thoughts—
a quiet love
b l o o m i n g
in her chest.
#poetry #micropoem
November 28, 2025 at 7:46 PM
and she adds
to her b i l l o w i n g thoughts—
a quiet love
b l o o m i n g
in her chest.
#poetry #micropoem
to her b i l l o w i n g thoughts—
a quiet love
b l o o m i n g
in her chest.
#poetry #micropoem
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Black Friday,
I feel
a fit of shopping
come on
I'll fight the crowds,
I'll beat my way
to get the best bargain
of the day...
Or
I could go
the easy way—
stay
right here in bed
beside you
it's free, it's fun
& all those things
that we can do
best deal
I can think of—
me & you
#Bedroomeyesprompt
I feel
a fit of shopping
come on
I'll fight the crowds,
I'll beat my way
to get the best bargain
of the day...
Or
I could go
the easy way—
stay
right here in bed
beside you
it's free, it's fun
& all those things
that we can do
best deal
I can think of—
me & you
#Bedroomeyesprompt
November 28, 2025 at 9:47 AM
Black Friday,
I feel
a fit of shopping
come on
I'll fight the crowds,
I'll beat my way
to get the best bargain
of the day...
Or
I could go
the easy way—
stay
right here in bed
beside you
it's free, it's fun
& all those things
that we can do
best deal
I can think of—
me & you
#Bedroomeyesprompt
I feel
a fit of shopping
come on
I'll fight the crowds,
I'll beat my way
to get the best bargain
of the day...
Or
I could go
the easy way—
stay
right here in bed
beside you
it's free, it's fun
& all those things
that we can do
best deal
I can think of—
me & you
#Bedroomeyesprompt
Reposted by Robert
Watching for omens
Gazing up, at the night sky
You shone so brightly.
#haikufeels #omen
#haiku #senryu
Gazing up, at the night sky
You shone so brightly.
#haikufeels #omen
#haiku #senryu
November 28, 2025 at 11:31 AM
Watching for omens
Gazing up, at the night sky
You shone so brightly.
#haikufeels #omen
#haiku #senryu
Gazing up, at the night sky
You shone so brightly.
#haikufeels #omen
#haiku #senryu
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As I looked up
from my book
the candle
blinked twice
I knew your call
so I stepped outside
gazing up at the sky
& there- your eyes
twinkling bright
there your smile
glistening wide
& a gentle breeze
like your arms
surrounding me
your tender warmth
imbued the night
& I longed
to be
by your side.
from my book
the candle
blinked twice
I knew your call
so I stepped outside
gazing up at the sky
& there- your eyes
twinkling bright
there your smile
glistening wide
& a gentle breeze
like your arms
surrounding me
your tender warmth
imbued the night
& I longed
to be
by your side.
November 28, 2025 at 2:30 PM
As I looked up
from my book
the candle
blinked twice
I knew your call
so I stepped outside
gazing up at the sky
& there- your eyes
twinkling bright
there your smile
glistening wide
& a gentle breeze
like your arms
surrounding me
your tender warmth
imbued the night
& I longed
to be
by your side.
from my book
the candle
blinked twice
I knew your call
so I stepped outside
gazing up at the sky
& there- your eyes
twinkling bright
there your smile
glistening wide
& a gentle breeze
like your arms
surrounding me
your tender warmth
imbued the night
& I longed
to be
by your side.
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The pulse of prayers
inside the bone bars
of my chest—
they grasp
my beating heart
as it ever begs
for more and more
its desires opaque—
but desire itself
as clear as day
thumping the bars
relentlessly
maybe ultimately,
it desires to fly free
of the cage
that traps it
eternally.
#sensewrds 150
inside the bone bars
of my chest—
they grasp
my beating heart
as it ever begs
for more and more
its desires opaque—
but desire itself
as clear as day
thumping the bars
relentlessly
maybe ultimately,
it desires to fly free
of the cage
that traps it
eternally.
#sensewrds 150
November 27, 2025 at 11:07 PM
The pulse of prayers
inside the bone bars
of my chest—
they grasp
my beating heart
as it ever begs
for more and more
its desires opaque—
but desire itself
as clear as day
thumping the bars
relentlessly
maybe ultimately,
it desires to fly free
of the cage
that traps it
eternally.
#sensewrds 150
inside the bone bars
of my chest—
they grasp
my beating heart
as it ever begs
for more and more
its desires opaque—
but desire itself
as clear as day
thumping the bars
relentlessly
maybe ultimately,
it desires to fly free
of the cage
that traps it
eternally.
#sensewrds 150
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A mote within a drop
within an ocean of people—
feeling small & lonely
among an infinity
of souls
all scrambling for some
hold in this damned world,
even as the sinking ship
slides vertical
but you caught my hand,
gave me a twirl
now we laugh & we dance
as the rising water swirls.
#mpprompt
within an ocean of people—
feeling small & lonely
among an infinity
of souls
all scrambling for some
hold in this damned world,
even as the sinking ship
slides vertical
but you caught my hand,
gave me a twirl
now we laugh & we dance
as the rising water swirls.
#mpprompt
November 27, 2025 at 4:20 PM
A mote within a drop
within an ocean of people—
feeling small & lonely
among an infinity
of souls
all scrambling for some
hold in this damned world,
even as the sinking ship
slides vertical
but you caught my hand,
gave me a twirl
now we laugh & we dance
as the rising water swirls.
#mpprompt
within an ocean of people—
feeling small & lonely
among an infinity
of souls
all scrambling for some
hold in this damned world,
even as the sinking ship
slides vertical
but you caught my hand,
gave me a twirl
now we laugh & we dance
as the rising water swirls.
#mpprompt
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We parted for good
under streetlight
on a winter's night
if I dare to imagine
us trying again
our second chances
taste like cinnamon
in the wistful swirls
of imagination—
a hint of mulled
wine when your
lips meet mine
yet such reveries are
mere Christmas dreams
even when I whisper
Santa,
please.
under streetlight
on a winter's night
if I dare to imagine
us trying again
our second chances
taste like cinnamon
in the wistful swirls
of imagination—
a hint of mulled
wine when your
lips meet mine
yet such reveries are
mere Christmas dreams
even when I whisper
Santa,
please.
November 27, 2025 at 2:40 PM
We parted for good
under streetlight
on a winter's night
if I dare to imagine
us trying again
our second chances
taste like cinnamon
in the wistful swirls
of imagination—
a hint of mulled
wine when your
lips meet mine
yet such reveries are
mere Christmas dreams
even when I whisper
Santa,
please.
under streetlight
on a winter's night
if I dare to imagine
us trying again
our second chances
taste like cinnamon
in the wistful swirls
of imagination—
a hint of mulled
wine when your
lips meet mine
yet such reveries are
mere Christmas dreams
even when I whisper
Santa,
please.
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We weave in #retrograde
unravelling our path,
winding back
to a single point
of #emotional
convergence
we pause the clocks
in #gratitude—
time's intention
to unwind us again
in different directions
milliseconds become
the paradox
of an endless dance
that
can't
pos
sibly
last.
unravelling our path,
winding back
to a single point
of #emotional
convergence
we pause the clocks
in #gratitude—
time's intention
to unwind us again
in different directions
milliseconds become
the paradox
of an endless dance
that
can't
pos
sibly
last.
#RetroArtChallenge #RetroArtPrompt Combine #Prompts for:
26.11.2025: #Emotional
27.11.2025: #Gratitude
28.11.2025: #Retrograde
If you’re inspired, please share any #creative work!
26.11.2025: #Emotional
27.11.2025: #Gratitude
28.11.2025: #Retrograde
If you’re inspired, please share any #creative work!
November 27, 2025 at 12:31 PM
We weave in #retrograde
unravelling our path,
winding back
to a single point
of #emotional
convergence
we pause the clocks
in #gratitude—
time's intention
to unwind us again
in different directions
milliseconds become
the paradox
of an endless dance
that
can't
pos
sibly
last.
unravelling our path,
winding back
to a single point
of #emotional
convergence
we pause the clocks
in #gratitude—
time's intention
to unwind us again
in different directions
milliseconds become
the paradox
of an endless dance
that
can't
pos
sibly
last.
Reposted by Robert
a poet’s pen released
a hyetal flow of verse—
a d o w n p o u r of
silent agony;
grief
s t r e a m i n g
down her face,
watering the arid
landscape of
her soul.
#poetry
a hyetal flow of verse—
a d o w n p o u r of
silent agony;
grief
s t r e a m i n g
down her face,
watering the arid
landscape of
her soul.
#poetry
November 27, 2025 at 12:12 PM
a poet’s pen released
a hyetal flow of verse—
a d o w n p o u r of
silent agony;
grief
s t r e a m i n g
down her face,
watering the arid
landscape of
her soul.
#poetry
a hyetal flow of verse—
a d o w n p o u r of
silent agony;
grief
s t r e a m i n g
down her face,
watering the arid
landscape of
her soul.
#poetry
Reposted by Robert
The sun said goodnight
Kindly giving of its light
The moon said thank you.
#PennedReveries #ThankYou
#haiku #senryu
Kindly giving of its light
The moon said thank you.
#PennedReveries #ThankYou
#haiku #senryu
November 27, 2025 at 8:10 AM
The sun said goodnight
Kindly giving of its light
The moon said thank you.
#PennedReveries #ThankYou
#haiku #senryu
Kindly giving of its light
The moon said thank you.
#PennedReveries #ThankYou
#haiku #senryu
November 27, 2025 at 11:19 AM
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I let the words
swirl round
my brain,
no proper place
to put them,
left to
spin
& spin
& spin
but one day
I captured them
setting pen
to page
yet where to then?
To you
my friends
where we converse
in the beautiful
shared language
of verse
my words set free
in the BlueSky
poets community
swirl round
my brain,
no proper place
to put them,
left to
spin
& spin
& spin
but one day
I captured them
setting pen
to page
yet where to then?
To you
my friends
where we converse
in the beautiful
shared language
of verse
my words set free
in the BlueSky
poets community
Today's #poetryprompt:
Friday the poetry group I run is hosting our last Open Mic of the year. The theme is Togetherness. I would love to read some poems from y'all there.
Write a poem about Togetherness, Solidarity or Community!
#MPPrompt
I repost replies. Follow for daily prompts
Friday the poetry group I run is hosting our last Open Mic of the year. The theme is Togetherness. I would love to read some poems from y'all there.
Write a poem about Togetherness, Solidarity or Community!
#MPPrompt
I repost replies. Follow for daily prompts
November 26, 2025 at 5:05 PM
I let the words
swirl round
my brain,
no proper place
to put them,
left to
spin
& spin
& spin
but one day
I captured them
setting pen
to page
yet where to then?
To you
my friends
where we converse
in the beautiful
shared language
of verse
my words set free
in the BlueSky
poets community
swirl round
my brain,
no proper place
to put them,
left to
spin
& spin
& spin
but one day
I captured them
setting pen
to page
yet where to then?
To you
my friends
where we converse
in the beautiful
shared language
of verse
my words set free
in the BlueSky
poets community
She writes
not with a pen
but with her heart
she uses not ink
but blood
they are not words
but the fabric of
her very being
it is not poems
but her soul
she bares
#poetry
not with a pen
but with her heart
she uses not ink
but blood
they are not words
but the fabric of
her very being
it is not poems
but her soul
she bares
#poetry
November 26, 2025 at 4:38 PM
She writes
not with a pen
but with her heart
she uses not ink
but blood
they are not words
but the fabric of
her very being
it is not poems
but her soul
she bares
#poetry
not with a pen
but with her heart
she uses not ink
but blood
they are not words
but the fabric of
her very being
it is not poems
but her soul
she bares
#poetry
Reposted by Robert
for a m o m e n t in time—
in the quiet yearning
of their s o u l;
his silhouette in the dark,
reflecting his breath,
her scent—held in his m e m o r y—
and how they lingered,
how they wished
u p o n
each other.
#vss365 #poetry #reflection
in the quiet yearning
of their s o u l;
his silhouette in the dark,
reflecting his breath,
her scent—held in his m e m o r y—
and how they lingered,
how they wished
u p o n
each other.
#vss365 #poetry #reflection
November 26, 2025 at 10:44 AM
for a m o m e n t in time—
in the quiet yearning
of their s o u l;
his silhouette in the dark,
reflecting his breath,
her scent—held in his m e m o r y—
and how they lingered,
how they wished
u p o n
each other.
#vss365 #poetry #reflection
in the quiet yearning
of their s o u l;
his silhouette in the dark,
reflecting his breath,
her scent—held in his m e m o r y—
and how they lingered,
how they wished
u p o n
each other.
#vss365 #poetry #reflection
November 26, 2025 at 3:39 PM
Kiss on the forehead
to bid you good night
sweet dreams
the nightingale sings
#dailyhaikuprompt
#nightingale
to bid you good night
sweet dreams
the nightingale sings
#dailyhaikuprompt
#nightingale
November 26, 2025 at 3:38 PM
Kiss on the forehead
to bid you good night
sweet dreams
the nightingale sings
#dailyhaikuprompt
#nightingale
to bid you good night
sweet dreams
the nightingale sings
#dailyhaikuprompt
#nightingale
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We trade dark desires
like we're passing
brown envelopes,
whispering
in hushed tones
as your hands caress
my erogenous zones
a touch warm & silky
slides down my shoulders
as eyes smoulder,
gazing
d
e
e
p
into mine
lost in your soul
as our bodies collide.
#Bedroomeyesprompt
#BrownEnvelopes
like we're passing
brown envelopes,
whispering
in hushed tones
as your hands caress
my erogenous zones
a touch warm & silky
slides down my shoulders
as eyes smoulder,
gazing
d
e
e
p
into mine
lost in your soul
as our bodies collide.
#Bedroomeyesprompt
#BrownEnvelopes
November 26, 2025 at 8:42 AM
We trade dark desires
like we're passing
brown envelopes,
whispering
in hushed tones
as your hands caress
my erogenous zones
a touch warm & silky
slides down my shoulders
as eyes smoulder,
gazing
d
e
e
p
into mine
lost in your soul
as our bodies collide.
#Bedroomeyesprompt
#BrownEnvelopes
like we're passing
brown envelopes,
whispering
in hushed tones
as your hands caress
my erogenous zones
a touch warm & silky
slides down my shoulders
as eyes smoulder,
gazing
d
e
e
p
into mine
lost in your soul
as our bodies collide.
#Bedroomeyesprompt
#BrownEnvelopes
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Two souls in communion—
an #emotional devotion,
uttered by bodies
that venerate through flesh—
hands worshipping skin,
a prayer that delves
deep within,
the sacred religion
of human union.
#RetroArtPrompt
an #emotional devotion,
uttered by bodies
that venerate through flesh—
hands worshipping skin,
a prayer that delves
deep within,
the sacred religion
of human union.
#RetroArtPrompt
November 26, 2025 at 9:08 AM
Two souls in communion—
an #emotional devotion,
uttered by bodies
that venerate through flesh—
hands worshipping skin,
a prayer that delves
deep within,
the sacred religion
of human union.
#RetroArtPrompt
an #emotional devotion,
uttered by bodies
that venerate through flesh—
hands worshipping skin,
a prayer that delves
deep within,
the sacred religion
of human union.
#RetroArtPrompt
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By a warming fire
The hush of hands stroking skin
Passions flame within.
#haikufeels #hush #haiku #senryu
The hush of hands stroking skin
Passions flame within.
#haikufeels #hush #haiku #senryu
November 26, 2025 at 12:40 PM
By a warming fire
The hush of hands stroking skin
Passions flame within.
#haikufeels #hush #haiku #senryu
The hush of hands stroking skin
Passions flame within.
#haikufeels #hush #haiku #senryu
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The sky
saved room
for one more tear
and I supplied it
earnestly
it rolled slowly
down my cheek,
onto the ground,
from where
it travelled
to the clouds
when the
rain poured
it returned,
so I cried
once more—
for you, for us
for the endless
boundaries
our souls
can't cross.
#BlueSkyRelay
saved room
for one more tear
and I supplied it
earnestly
it rolled slowly
down my cheek,
onto the ground,
from where
it travelled
to the clouds
when the
rain poured
it returned,
so I cried
once more—
for you, for us
for the endless
boundaries
our souls
can't cross.
#BlueSkyRelay
November 26, 2025 at 2:15 PM
The sky
saved room
for one more tear
and I supplied it
earnestly
it rolled slowly
down my cheek,
onto the ground,
from where
it travelled
to the clouds
when the
rain poured
it returned,
so I cried
once more—
for you, for us
for the endless
boundaries
our souls
can't cross.
#BlueSkyRelay
saved room
for one more tear
and I supplied it
earnestly
it rolled slowly
down my cheek,
onto the ground,
from where
it travelled
to the clouds
when the
rain poured
it returned,
so I cried
once more—
for you, for us
for the endless
boundaries
our souls
can't cross.
#BlueSkyRelay
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November 25, 2025 at 11:33 PM
November 25, 2025 at 9:36 PM
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to stand in storm
of spring, to go into oneself,
to s p r e a d roots
into your soul;
to touch what i feel
and what i love
with a l l senses;
to slip into pockets
of loss, and come back
to the place where life
f l o w s:
to you.
#poetry
of spring, to go into oneself,
to s p r e a d roots
into your soul;
to touch what i feel
and what i love
with a l l senses;
to slip into pockets
of loss, and come back
to the place where life
f l o w s:
to you.
#poetry
November 25, 2025 at 3:08 PM
to stand in storm
of spring, to go into oneself,
to s p r e a d roots
into your soul;
to touch what i feel
and what i love
with a l l senses;
to slip into pockets
of loss, and come back
to the place where life
f l o w s:
to you.
#poetry
of spring, to go into oneself,
to s p r e a d roots
into your soul;
to touch what i feel
and what i love
with a l l senses;
to slip into pockets
of loss, and come back
to the place where life
f l o w s:
to you.
#poetry
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My mood,
like walking
on acorns
can't I just
have a sick day,
climb under
the duvet...
with you?
If you don't
believe me,
check my
temperature,
I'm on fire
but a few hours
to toss & turn
in our bedsheets
will definitely
do the trick
so...do you
want to
play sick?
#Bedroomeyesprompt
like walking
on acorns
can't I just
have a sick day,
climb under
the duvet...
with you?
If you don't
believe me,
check my
temperature,
I'm on fire
but a few hours
to toss & turn
in our bedsheets
will definitely
do the trick
so...do you
want to
play sick?
#Bedroomeyesprompt
November 25, 2025 at 9:16 AM
My mood,
like walking
on acorns
can't I just
have a sick day,
climb under
the duvet...
with you?
If you don't
believe me,
check my
temperature,
I'm on fire
but a few hours
to toss & turn
in our bedsheets
will definitely
do the trick
so...do you
want to
play sick?
#Bedroomeyesprompt
like walking
on acorns
can't I just
have a sick day,
climb under
the duvet...
with you?
If you don't
believe me,
check my
temperature,
I'm on fire
but a few hours
to toss & turn
in our bedsheets
will definitely
do the trick
so...do you
want to
play sick?
#Bedroomeyesprompt