#mondo @writersnetworkIt's been so long, hope y'all are doing well. ❤
What is feuillemort?Color of mother earth while imbuing warmth in the withering skin of fading fronds to sprout brighter the next Spring.©blooming_fossil
After falling in love,his name has started to rhyme with everything, from sweet sips of morning coffee, to waves at the seashore in the twilight.His syllables noose the chain of myheartbeats at a unique cadence, each time but carol same love song every time. His consonants cuddle my breaths like air While the waves of vowels settle at the shore of my lipslike dew on pink lavenders. And I say his name again and again like a prayer for my favorite poem of Plathas his every alphabet kisses my eyeslike a scarlet rose in the lap of spring.©blooming_fossil
#love @writersnetwork Not back yet, but couldn't skip this prompt :p
Sipping the satiny warmth of sunshine and coffeeshe shut her eyesand reminisced the poemhis eyes recited, the last twilight.As waves of verses roseto the shore of her cheekswith the pink of lavenders, fragrance of lovefilled the air.
#tell @writersnetwork I know this is lame, going on a long break, so bear with this. :(
Tell me, you would see meas the autumn leaf, I'm and nourish the tunes of psithurismLike opulent October. •Tell me, you would look forthe moon in my eyes, when you kiss my scars with constellations on your lips.•Tell me, you would dye my tears with rainbowswearing SunshineOn fingertips.•Tell me, you would never leave my letters unread or let them die before they breathe in your warm breath.©blooming_fossil
#hoarding? @writersnetwork thank youuu! ♥️@miraquill EC ♥️Night ~ darkness, sadnessNepenthe ~ a drug to banish grief
As a nepenthe to numb the night, moon reads our love story to stars.©blooming_fossil
Orange tinted sky ~ Evening SkyPurple silhouettes ~ hopeLove Letters~ love birdsParched ink~ parched throats:( hope it makes sense#writersblock #synecdoche @writersnetwork thank you for the read! ♥️thank you for the EC too
mellifluous melodies ~ meddlesome megalopolis
Tracing the deep saffron-speckled Sky with purple silhouettes, the bobbing love letters tweet mellifluous melodies as the cherubic August raindrops tingle its parched ink, inhaling my meddlesome megalopolis. ©blooming_fossil
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How do you know if you are in love?
You know you are in lovewhen his dim-lit face under the streetlight lights up your eyes Like stars in the moonlightyou know you are in love when colors shimmeron your skin even in winterLike lilies in Springand leaves in October you know you are in lovewhen you sing melodies of psithurism When you paint the poetrywith purple and pink streaks on the canvas of Skyyou know you are in love.blooming_fossil
#time #bloomc @writersnetwork @writersbay
A withering July bloom, I am,asking the alluring August Skyfor satiny sunshine and some timeto paint the autumnal October leavesWith love letters.©blooming_fossil
#ntitlec #patheticfallacy @writersnetwork thanks for the read❤ @writersbay
THE KITE RUNNER
A spring morn, mischievous sun faked tuscan tears,showering us with satiny beams.My grandfather chuckled at himas he would when I'd tried similar frolics to draw his attention.Still smiling at the fun of Sun,Grandpa deftly set my new pink kite adrift,And gripping the reel, I giggledwhen my kite fluttered into the amber ether.// Not even athletic limbs of the Gulmohar treecould get hold of my lithesome kite. //Soaring high, it took me to the placesI'd listened about in grandma's stories.Grandpa smiled watching my excitementLike the beguiling sky would never deceive us.But soon the sky rumbled with hostility and winds roared belligerentlyThrowing grandpa's favorite scarf to the groundand shredding my kite to pieces.// I still sit under the Gulmohar tree with a reel and pink kitebut no one runs my kite and Sun no more fakes his tears. //©blooming_fossil
You are the sky, darling!#sail @writersnetwork you love me? ❤️@inked_selenophile because you adore the moon
Sailing through brook of darkness, stars wrote me moonlit verses.©blooming_fossil
#object #LAMEtry@writersnetwork ? Really? Tankie @miraquill ? EC too? Tankie
4th flower of time!
Blue nightis dark, a battle ofemotions, tasting theichor of hundred dreams, hope is sabotaged ruthlessly. is brimming, withbonfires of esteem, my espaliered anatomyCreeps to reach the wall of enormity. is monstrous, the inaudible and invisiblehaunts the seen and heard, meanwhilethe lips of life kisses the venomous emptiness. is ephemeral, a riseof a golden dawn, just let it inhale the alluring aroma of the 4th flower of time and disguise itself into reds of love!©calm_chaos
And sometimes, I drink metaphorical moonlight to effuse poetic pearls from my orbs!©calm_chaos
@inky_quill_scribblings for u, dear stranger @_astitva_ doesn't make sense but dare completed✌
And beloved, your smoke lingering over my burning soul, composes poesies for my dead ashes to breathe in love!©calm_chaos
#once @sumayah_ams@_astitva_ Just because u were waiting @writersnetwork wow! Wasn't expecting at all lob ya
Once, when i was young, I believed that hearts break Into red roses and tulips, Painting the day into twilightAnd the sun into a blood stainedSlayer, eradicating umpteen hopesBy gulping the light from the worldJust in a blow! But as I bloomedInto an ephemeral bud, My eternal thorns elucidated meThat hearts don't break but dieBestowing its beats to the Stars and all my nyctophylic eyesSee ain't stars twinkling but Umpteen heartbeats, vibingTo the elegies sung by the scarred moon!Once, when i was young, I believed that memories were metaphoricRaindrops, sometimes, bespatteredOver craving and crying heartsBecause once i heard someone say, 'It is the east and Juliet is the sun'.I used to wonder if their love couldVictory over unwanted memoriesBecause the old lady in the street Always said memories are nothingBut trammelled catalysts to melancholy. But as my experiences meteorically grewEven faster than my capabilities, I learnt that memories areSynonymized to oblivion and There was no burden in carrying them. Instead, they flowed down the eyesTo fall in the canvases of loveAnd ruin the paintings of faith and hope!©calm_chaos
You were the first seasonOf love which my moonRestraint from changing. She named you after the Night, for you breathed inDarkness and exhaled Frabrics of euphoria, whichThe sky wove into serendipitousRainbows. And when youWarbled sweet lullabiesTo the monsoon rain, My autumn dewdrops learntTo cradle their senile leavesTo eternal sleep. I remember, Sleep was your favoriteUntil you learnt the secretsOf the stars and brewed scarredNectar for the moonflowers. And when you fell on thatPebbled road of blunders, Your entropy befriended timeTo drown itself in eternalHibernation. And today, I awaitFor the zephyr to carry me Home, to you. I may fly with the Birds but I believe, I will eventually,Learn to walk on the mångataRoad of life. And then, when I reach the zenith of nostalgia, I shall paint your visage on The rivers, foregathering Colours and light from theNyctophylic fireflies and then, Caress it forever and ever andEver, after which, I shall apologizeTo the moana and whisperInto the nothingness, "Seasons changed and so did my moon"!©calm_chaos
#start @writersnetwork tankie lob
I am painting my nights with happy lies and lying hopes, sowing sleeping pills on my insomniac anatomy and every time a plantlet of hypnagogia grows, my hallucinating nightmares swallow my eyelids off to bloom daturas of pessimism. My nights now look like red balloons, not the color of love but colored with the ichor of trust and faith, glistening with stars of betrayal and intensified with the swallowing of my moon by darkness. I feed my fireflies, nectar of nihilism so that they beget virtuosos of life and illuminate my path when I visit the dark and dank world of love again. While the meteors of reality weaves cacophonies for me in the loom of wisdom and throw them breaking my window pane every night, waking the unsleeping I. But I await, not for a dawn but for a sleep so serene, for the rebirth of my moon to sing me to sleep, cradle my anxious heart close to hers and when I drink numbness in my slumber, I shall puke breathing poesies for her eternally!©calm_chaos
- Standing at the edge of night I gulp down serenity and vagueness,unfathomable verses spill down the battle wounds from the day.I sometimes find calmness in my loneliness and forlorness in beguile friendliness.Nightertale unfurls the hidden tales.I manage to veil my ramshackle piecesunder the darkness of nightfall and aid the brokenness shone under moonwith a poetry for my own self.All my happy poems are neither a fallacy nor a whole truth,for they are the memoirs of happiness preserved in time capsule shoveled within.Midnights are horribly quiescent,sometimes they bring out inner demons and sometimes harbour dulcet whispering symphonyAnd sometimes just inexplicable vague emotions.~~~~~~#mondo #writersnetwork
How the midnight blue tasted?
It tasted like serenity mixed in aloofness sprinkled under stars, a single sip of calm night and ruffled solitary emotions.©adamantquill
#mondo #wod #pod
What is white?Frost on my window you write your verses on to thaw my frozen heart
#mondo @writersnetwork @miraquill
What autumn speaks to us?
~Silver mists dance with sapphire morning glories~~Heavenly blue paints September in quiet stories~~The warming sun melts the foggy haze~ ~The leaves glow ambers oranges and reds~~The trees telling us to prepare to shed our summer skins~~Treasure the memories of the sunny days that again have come to end~~And Winters embrace has come as promised to cool the silver dawn~ ~The vibrant leaves have lost their life withered upon the ground~ ~The moon doesn't shine as bright ,the sun not half as long~ //and we hide from the blackest nights warmed by cold cold songs//©inky_quill_scribblings
#mondo @writersnetworkI can't write anymore.
What's Golden? It's the sunlight blush of stardust painting my blue stranger hue.©themoonandthesun