Stammering mouths uttered muffled verse Pronouncing the song with a different tinge. Storming nights soothed mighty men under warm fluffy blankets, Pulling out the last piece of peace from the men under a tree with a now-broken rib.
Toned muscles ambling well under streamlined dresses. Flawless curves pouring out of the silver rimed belts attracts strait-laced faces. Big banners on high walls advertising peach-perfect faces The shimmers in the liquid-gold underground Earth's surface.
Temples, mosques,churches decorated well Shrewd eyes watching carefully to observe how the man beside him, prayed. Howling peace-eaters roamed around with loud speakers Forlorn screams by a grieving soul silenced.
Troubled mother bleeding, sustaining the labor for her golden son Who leads the tiers varnished with patriarchy. Treasured cruelty eradicating the living beings Drowns compassion in the sea of fidgety. For love was spiced with righteous haterid.
All these things that the world sees Springs out more firmly from the aquifers of "human(deeds)ity". Pouring into the surface of the Earth with it's aprill-glee. Sprouts the fragrance of difference more vividly.
For once Summer and rains were associates One helped to ripe,one filled the dried. For Roe and Nile were best of friends Their names written next to next. Unless human spiced the springs of this new generation with 'perfections' and 'differences'.
#mondo#wod#writetsnetwork @writersnetwork Thank you so much for the repost ❤️ ily @miraquill Haappppppyyy biiirrtttthhhhdddaaayyyy ❤️ High Five! *Celebrating* keep shining Why does this world in locked four walls seem worth while to live in? Because I'm a Mirakeen! (Nomatter what, Mirakee or Miraquill.. as Rani Shree di says it's always be a Miracle happening )
I have been dancing on the rhythm that soothe, Printing epitaphs on my bleeding heart I have been embracing my perfections~flawed, Scribbling warm letters on cold rocks.
I borrowed a piece of the moon To wipe my tears last night. I got drunk in nepenthe Freeing my grey shaded blues.
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My blooms wilted on being drenched in rain. My feathers withered to bask warm sunrays. Looking up every now and then, Mapping the now-clear-sky with interest.
My mirror reflected a portrait of a flushed face Stranger it seemed for the gleaming eyes, Weren't awaiting for a change. The frame stood on lacquer edges.
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I sowed little seeds just to see the blooming gardens before April. I hugged my greens knowing it would again grow lush in springs. I rubbed my coughing nose, to breath free. I woke up today, just to live.
I was born when ink was made Good men, scribbled on rocks and terrains I was framed on thoughts betwixt mayhem I was named in all forms and phrases I'm still a vagabond, migrating for some space Admist the last petals of an amateur's bloom Allying the blood cells of a matured foible Spreading my herlequine wings up-high Some part of me is tragic,some a remedy! I'm the art of most un-celebrated prosperity. I am a Poetry !
Sending postcards to friends or loved ones is an age old sweet gesture. Although social media has made it quite easy to share messages, today embrace the classic charm and warmth of sharing your whereabouts by postcard.
--Today, write a postcard message to the sky.--
You can write your sentiments, learnings or anything else you wish to share. Keeping in mind the limited space in a postcard, write a short message.
Alluring metaphors hide beneath her lemon poetry, she stitches seasons with an ounce of spicy phrases extending the variations of magnificence while gulping autumn breaths and dangling some amour poetry.
When she stepped her fifteenth monsoon, she drew a marine moon at the back of her stained diary which now drizzles every night when she feels like a dead sky above her head whispering nocturnal rhymes and sprinkling necromantic clouds.
She speaks endless language of love and life, the symphony of her unbounded waves waft through her glittering eyes which shed clusters of meteors and the first ray of sunrise.
She breeds dandelions and butterflies in her heart, soothes the horizon with flavoured oysters, She inhales Saturn's aubade, writes acrostic of folklore and waters the barren deserts.
I found a girl Beautiful and kind Sometimes cute Sometimes mute So adorable to find like her ..ohh that smile !! Pretty in nature Her smile is like an ocean You dive in and find the peace in her, Words are magical you read and just get disappear, So hum mile ye coincidence kaho !! Amazing she's amazing Aur mai kya kahu Kehne ko kitaab likh du Ankhon se suru karu Aur jhumko tak ki Khanak se lekar Tere payal ki khankaar likh du, Shayaro se chura k alfaaz nazm bana du Aur mai kya likhu Tere hone ka ek alag ehsaas hai Kuch khatti kuch meethi Baatein aur zoya bhi sath hai We three are musketeers hume aaj bhi wo spam yaad hai, sath kiye wo prank yaad hai I know you were leaving aaj bhi wo na jane ki smile yaad hai. So happiest birthday to you my dear ⭐❤️ Hope your days are bright, your nights are shining Almighty bless you and give you strength Blessings are more and words are fully sanitized Enjoy your day Nightmare wish you your future bright !! ❤️
Happy Birthday my lovie-dovie ❤️ Many Many happy returns of the day Wish you love and laughter of life. You were, you are and you'll always be my lil sis. I love you and you know that. ❤️ God bless ✨ Sending you sky full of love from us Keep shining my star
Tomorrow is unknown
Waiting in the future quietly
Expected, yet unknowable
A new adventure
Not knowing, just trusting
Gogyohka is a new form of Japanese poetry written in just five lines. Each line of Gogyohka consists of one phrase which can be as short as one word or as long as five words. It has no restraint on numbers of syllables and theme.
--Today, write a creative Gogyohka about something abstract.--
You can write about love, beauty, hope or anything else that comes to your mind.
A rhetorical question is a figure of speech in which a question is asked to produce an effect on the listener or make a persuasive point, rather than to obtain information. For example, if a person asks, "How many times do I have to tell you to take your meals on time?" the speaker's goal is to emphasize his or her concern regarding health!
--Today, write a creative poem or quote using a rhetorical question in it.--
I know not of my fate, But I must address my predicament before they reduce me to the verge of yet another history. ~ I am shivering beyond the ambits of a richter scale and I wonder about the apparent peace-makers, the 'genuine' well-wishers of Kashmir and the turn coats of Afghanistan. ~ Women of my soil carry babies in their arms and tears in their eyes, educati- on in their bucket list and manacles on their feet, wedding cards at their doorsteps and screaming refusals under their hijabs. ~ If this is equality in your views, you're filthy mate. If this is liberty in your vision, you're filthy mate. ~ How do I trust the traitors, my people are afraid of?