Miraquill
Poems are mosaics made
of broken pieces of heart
agonies scream in verses
tears burns in metaphors
sighs dance betwixt the spaces
dead souls come alive.
~~arcane___
arcane___
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Sometimes i really think about us
and the days that we counted
Willing to stay together
With no destiny
No love
Yet just to be
each other's witness
Never knew that it was
meant to be like this
So brutal !
That we are not even aware
we're alive
So dark !
That we don't even want to know
where the ray of light dwells
Is it just your perspective of
what you call as love?
Or it's just madness that
we talked about days back?
I never knew that witnessing
each other will lead us to live apart
Pray for another start
Cry for a reasoning heart
Yet witnessing us and our deeds
never meant me your better half
But witnessing you and your deeds
meant my soul to fall so hard !
~~arcane___ -
arcane___
54w
you kept the words within your smile
and all i wanted was to read
you locked it hard with glitters of lies
with the keys of love
that was never to be seen
you used to call me love
and ask me to smile
thought it was the only thing
that you wanted
unaware of the treacheries you hide
behind your innocence
i called you love
and always smiled you back
but
you took my smile for
granted !
~~arcane___ -
arcane___
54w
and you lost hope
but i didn't
because i was deeply lost
in the curiosity of finding you
finding my expectations
finding my beliefs
finding my own self
and i know it's the end of your story
and there's nothing to search
in the sea of lies that choked my thirst
but the saddest part is that
i will keep on searching you
untill my hopes turn into vains
i will keep on searching
untill i heal my thirst
with your name.
~~arcane___ -
arcane___
54w
when you feel like left out
when you feel the need for somebody
when you feel way too lonely
when you are depressed
never look back and cry your soul out
just to have the glimpse of
feels that never grew
feel the vibrant within yourself when
it is more about love and less about them
you are not here to derive sadness
but here you are to describe life
to express love
to define beauty that's you
'You'
~~arcane___ -
arcane___
55w
you told me love was blind
for you, i closed my eyes.
~And i will tell people someday how it really
feels to leave somebody who meant
the whole world to me~
~~arcane___ -
arcane___
55w
if i don't say anything to you
if i just keep myself away from you
hiding my grief and expectations
and willingness to talk to you
if i just stop
if i disappear
will you search for me?
will you even try once
to ask me
"why?"
~~arcane___ -
arcane___
55w
and slowly i'm healing my soul
with your kisses of cure.
~~arcane___ -
arcane___
55w
honey,
in the end
just be true to yourself
try to listen to your own voice
be a slave only to your own soul
and spend some 'me' time
happiness will find you.
~~arcane___ -
arcane___
55w
baby, did I ever tell
you smell like love
and taste like sunshine
~~arcane___
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Poetry; maybe the shadow of melancholy!
©taekook_maknae -
zoya_charmz
53w
Read MoreAmidst the chaos and skies gloom,
the moon inhales peace in the isle of her eyes sparkle.
©zoya_charmz
@inked_selenophile ��
#moonliner #oneliner #z_oneliner.
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miraquill
53w
Read MoreThe word "Spectacle" refers to something that is exhibited to view as unusual, notable, or entertaining or an eye-catching or dramatic public display. It also means an object of curiosity. In your everyday life, you must have come across something spectacle. Sometimes a beggar on the street catches your attention, sometimes a kid playing in a garden, in an unusual manner. Isn't it?
--Today, write a poem or prose describing something unusual that caught your attention.--
Tag with #spectacle and share.
#wodSpectacle
It's time to describe something unusual!
-
lillyy01
53w
Stop putting so much efforts into people who are fine with going days without speaking to you
©_lillyy01_ -
syaahiii
54w
After the cremation of my heart
the grave was dwelled with irony
of love and embellished with
the lilies which were once
trampled under your feet. -
♡♡..
Poems are mosaics made of broken pieces of heart,
Yet resembles the complete emotion of broken pieces.
Broken isn't incomplete
It's complete in a beautiful way
Which can be felt by
different poets with
different emotions.
-Aparna Birle -
kalikaagni
54w
rays of sunlight
shining down
upon me
warming
energizing
skin glistening
with
beads of
perspiration
gently kissed
by breeze
trees
swaying
leaves
rustling
as i
breathe in
the life
they give
every inch
of my body
making
love
human
nature
merged.
@kalikaagni -
Poems are mosaics
made of broken pieces of heart
in the pool of emotions.
Sometimes, they dive deep,
stirring the hesitating base
into profuse serenity.
Other times, they remain supine,
slithering along blunt curves,
like rippling bubbles of astound.
Either way, they touch a soul,
whether on the brim
or within the core.
©_transient -
Facade
Some tarred emotions of frolic tenacity
ring a bell to your esteemed ego.
Hopping onto the conclusion board
of presumptuous dialect
and an incoherent palette,
you draw disfigured shackles,
painted with lavish gray,
outlined in semi-placated crimson.
Post the complete picture,
you realize the ink is permanent;
Can't be expunged.
So nowadays, you try
to smudge and blue-pencil
a white facade.
©_transient -
sayuriii
53w
Read MoreDo you still see,
the lilacs blooming,
shyly, silently,
on the edges,
of my heart?
Or do you,
look away,
shedding a hundred tears,
watching me fall down,
like the withered blooms
of post spring?
Do you still fear,
letting go off my hand,
because you feel I'd drift,
with the orange sea?
Or do you pretend to not see,
my lonely limbs,
waiting for yours,
to pierce through my paper skin?
Does your heart still tingle,
from my butterfly kisses,
that rest betwixt your hair,
smelling of sweet honey?
Or does your breath hitch,
smelling the rotten roses I exhale,
from my bleeding heart,
into your creases?
Do you still write,
long love letters for me,
all while keeping,
your million dollar smile?
Or do you just weep,
holding onto them,
as the ink washes away,
erasing another year from my lifespan?
//Will you still love, withered lilacs, like you love,
my tired soul?
Or will you let go, thinking of it all as a bittersweet dream,
burying my bare self, inside you heart?//
©sayuriii_
#lilacc #writersbay
#yuri_n_poems
@mirakee @writersnetwork.
