Miraquill
My forever lies in watching
the gentle trickle of my soul
flowing out of my mouth
and submerging into yours.
Soumya| ©amberglow
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Tiny pearls scattered
the dolphin pendant glimmers
sunlight striking pure.
Soumya| ©amberglow -
Sweat trickles down backs
Bodies pressed close like sardines
A train journey home.
Soumya| ©amberglow
A Haiku poem 5:7:5 -
Kisses,
like threads
of breadcrumbs
down my throat
to my heart -
glass shards.
Soumya|
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Your poetry is like lightning.
A flash of eye-catching wonder.
©amberglow -
Just a few sips of wine.
The marble floor is smooth,
seeping ice into my flushed skin.
My mind swirls a heady cocktail –
awe, envy, love – at the sight of you.
Gosh, you are beautiful.
I wish I could tell you that, at least now,
since I am hopelessly drunk.
Soumya| ©amberglow
// Dionysus / 3. XII. 19 -
The flowers bloom,
flaming with pure innocence.
I hope Life's cracks
won't render them fragile.
Soumya| ©amberglow
// 3. XII. 19 // -
Why does Time elude me so?
She trickles – steady, slow.
Like water through rings, slithering and slipping
through the eternal gaps in my hand.
All the grains of sand in the hourglass I see
won't slide from my grasp faster than Time eludes me.
Soumya| ©amberglow
24. XI. 19 // Sands of time -
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@writersnetwork @mirakee
Inspired by @risingdrop 's post.
I hope you don't mind that your post chugged my writing train along to reach till here. If you are uncomfortable with me borrowing (and building on) your idea, I will delete this asap.Our love is the night sky. Sometimes, it changes,
slow, steady, rhythmic, like the phases of the moon.
And sometimes, it zips across like a falling star
that holds the ability to grant wishes.
Soumya| ©amberglow
// Celestial / 22. XI. 19 -
the veil was lifted
and I was bared
to the cosmic essence,
filled with love,
the ultimate power.
we mixed together
like truth and lies,
vinegar and oil.
I had underestimated our skies,
hidden beneath smokescreen
and the annoying static on broken radios,
we didn't fit like snug pieces of a puzzle,
because we were not the only ones
to suit each other,
because change
is inevitable,
in you, in me.
So, we matched
like chocolate and roasted almonds
and it made no difference if, one day,
you were cinnamon, and I was an apple.
We could be perfect together, whether
as apple crumble or
moist chocolate brownies.
Soumya| ©amberglow
// Fuse / 16. XI. 19
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c/p
I would still find you
in the lost sagas of love
even in the midst of a conflict
—SG -
sereiin 36w
Read MoreI have a scar on the right side of my knee and I don't like my hairs curly,
I keep my hairs tied in a ponytail and my smiles clenched inside the two crooked teeth.
I am 19 summers old and I still don't know how I should love myself.
Every morning anxiety crawls up my bed and sits at the back of my shoulder, my bedsheet smells of grief and I loath in hate.
I've kept loneliness buried inside the attic downstairs, seldom she finds her way back and sticks down the strands down my hair.
She knows I don't touch my hair after you stopped.
You often question my love for darkness and all I do is smile at you.
And you leave the room flustered wishing you didn't know me at all.
There are no mirrors in the walls of my room and I don't know the structure of my lips as I know yours.
For all, I know that they are chapped and big, big enough to kiss all the sadness out of you.
My hands shiver every time and I talk about it to ma,
she says all the voids in my heart are open door to sadness and I wonder how I tell her that there's no space left.
I am melancholy named as a person and yet she calls me sunshine.
- Radhika ��.
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I'm a human
I'm real
A soul
full of mirthful songs
A very ordinary person
Sometimes sad
Sometimes jocund
What I'm
I'm,
but a little imperfect
Little impatient
But not rotten.
Striving my best
Most days
to be wise
and resilient
©sumana_chakraborty -
Death coats my eyes
A longing, a distant craving perhaps
It lingers, leaving me wanting even more.
This world has offered me solitude and pain.
All I can offer in return is an empty
casket buried in vain.
©mysocalledthoughts -
pen_and_paper
49w
Read MoreWhen I look into your eyes.
I can see a love restrained.
But darlin' when I hold you,
Don't you know I feel the same.
Nothin' lasts forever,
And we both know hearts can change.
And it's hard to hold a candle,
In the cold November rain.
We've been through this such a long long time.
Just tryin' to kill the pain,
But love is always coming
and love is always going.
And no one's really sure,
who's lettin' go today.
Walking away
If we could take the time
To lay it on the line
I could rest my head
Just knowin' that you were mine,
All mine
So if you want to love me
Then darlin' don't refrain
Or I'll just end up walkin'
In the cold November rain..
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geraldine_mary
49w
Read More#lifestyles #wod
@mirakee
@writersnetwork
From Childhood to Old Age
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It wasn't a journey forlorn
' Cause in the walk she wasn't alone
She had herself with whom she walked
And heart of hearts with whom she talked
Loved ones were many
Troubles weren't really any
The walk began quite smooth
Minute wounds did easily soothe
As childhood took a slight turn
Turns and twists of life wasn't fun
The world didn't seem as beautiful as in childhood
Did the world change or her , proceeding adulthood
Everything didn't seem fun anymore
Along with friends seemed hidden foes
Who laughed at failures and jeered at success
In the process taught lessons and affected less
Now she finds in herself a person new
With solutions more and problems few
Slowly she learnt life's game
In high and low tides she reacted the same
She had total control of her nerves
Enabling her , all purpose it served
Tense situations no longer seem tense
Calmly dealing with all circumstances thence
Now proceeding to experienced life not rather old age
No such complaints nor any rage
Satisfaction may not have been achieved
But there's no one who's satisfaction really achieved
All she realizes that life is a blessing
Making the most of it and every moment caressing
From childhood to adulthood or even old age
Is a journey for all to cherish leaving behind memorable messages.
©geraldine_maryAll she realizes that life is a blessing
Making the most of it and every moment caressing
From childhood to adulthood or even old age
Is a journey for all to cherish leaving behind memorable messages.
©geraldine_mary -
raghavendran
49w
Echo
Echo
O, Echo, where art thou?
Thou echo'st every sound, how?
Thou repeated me in the vacuous hall,
Not just words, even my foot fall.
From atop the mountain I hailed thee,
Thou hast without fail heard me
And while anxiously I waited,
My very voice thou truly repeated.
I heard my childish voice bouncing back,
Alike in the manner I spake,
So did I hear thee speak,
My aged voice, tremulous and weak.
I have heard thee oft and oft,
Whether my voice be loud or soft,
In climes far and near,
Everywhere I heard thee clear.
I have sought thee everywhere,
But thee I couldn't find anywhere,
Art thou of humanity scared,
I have merely my heart bared.
Though thy voice never failed me,
Yet thee I could not see,
O! Echo, where art thou?
To eyes mine, thy sweet image allow.
Why dost thou hide thyself?
Art thou a nymph, sprite or elf?
Oh! Whatever thou be,
Pray, show thyself to me.
Raghav R
12.02.2021
©raghavendran -
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And darling
hold me on your lips like moon holds the peaceful nights.
for them who's in love with someone so deep
©rumanrulesneverend -
zazacelestial
86w
Read MoreBe the warmth of love
The light of day
The breeze of
A summer day
A flower as
Humbled as
The moon is to
The sun
Give everyone
A chance to
ShineShine~ Everyone
Be the warmth of love
The light of day
The breeze of
A summer day
A flower as
Humbled as
The moon is to
The sun
Give everyone
A chance to
Shine
