Mirakee
Yea, I'm sure that the deeper I go the more my rabbit hole of thoughts seems like a surfaced molehill, is this my groundhog's day every time I peaked out to check in? Am I tryna catch up with er'body becomin a vulture tryna get the goods?, it's possible that I could be OD'in on the mantra that it's exhaustin to keep it up, instead of healin me, it's broken me, makin me feel like as if I've always been lied to.......! But, hol' up, this is all on me, I'm the one interpretin the same societal pressures that I'm heavily weighin on myself, allowin insecurities to define my 'confidence' when all I gotta do's tend to my soul (re)searchin.
©blueflamez_da_poet
blueflamez_da_poet
all i need is a book, pen/pencil, and an inspiration, for everything (facebook/youtube: BlueFlamez Da Poet, twitter: poetryflamez).
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I can speak the way i write creatin my own Jekyll formula like a scavenger for research to channel the Hyde in the execution of releasin my light w/ my shared darkness from self experimentation...
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Live to see another day, preparin for tomorrow is a challenge amongst all of'em, yesterday's either active or filler 'cause what did and what didnt happen only matters in perceived memory.
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It's only over if you gave up your will too easily, what's s'pose to lift you, the doubts will bury you.
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Everybody and I mean every one of us have flesh and blood no matter where we're from, no matter what we look like, it's the mindset on separation 'distinguishin' the have and the have not that it doesnt determine who's better when who, right?
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I for one has been speakin on lookin pass color and background for a moment to try and reach humanity through a different lens.
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We who are society itself tend to normalize speculations on issues than solvin'em just to entertain gossip and sensationalize rumors.
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They who controls words and actions online/offline swear they're entitled other people's lives.
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She who pulls at the heart strings has been the over exposed victim of what's been under wraps.
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He who puts numbers on the boards has climbed steps higher in the game.
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angelicface
2w
Read More@writersnetwork @mirakee @childauthor_345 @poetrynowar @73mishrasanju #ceesreposts #fresco #wod #pod #mirakeeapp
What I make you see
Is the fresco of my thoughts
What I make you feel
Is the voice of my heart
What I make you appreciate
Is an art
That I express through words
And adorned with the shades of my instincts
©angelicface©angelicface
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Let's not be inhuman ever
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roxana91
8w
See you soon
The flames of love burned my heart a few times,
When I thought I found the right person,
I always heard:
"Goodbye, darling. See you soon."
The flames of love are difficult to maintain,
Sometimes you find them only in words
But never in look, or in souls.
What kind of man they thought I was,
I don't really know.
What kind of girls I thought they were,
It doesn't matter now.
The flames of love burned
My thoughts about love for good.
When I thought I found the right person,
I always heard:
"Goodbye, darling. See you soon."
©roxana91 -
Who is a poet?
A sister or brother fuels feeling we all share with joy and tears, describes emotions in a poetic way that gives birth to a new image of self.
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josue17
42w
My Happy Place
Where do I feel the most at peace?
Or where do I feel the most like myself?
Is it running along the field playing soccer?
Perhaps it when I get alot of chicken at supper
Its quite difficult to tell
When I pick up my pen to write
Rather when my fingers begin to type
I feel the world slowly fading away
Like an eagle soaring into the mountains
Everthing begins to become smaller with each passing moment
All the anxiety, worries and fears all disappears
As a phoneix emerging from the flames
I feel reborn
I step into a whole new world
Sometimes I see the things or hear voices
But its all peaceful, quiet and serene
The air seems more breathable
All these might be fables and tales to everyone else
But that is where I always long to be
My happy place
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love_whispererr
9w
Read Moreमैं ख्वाब ख्वाब सा तेरी आँखों में जागूं रे
तू इश्क इश्क सा मेरे रूह में आ के बस जा...
#valentine #wodHow to fall in love with a poetry ?
He holds some of my bewitching metaphors to cleanse his multiple heartbreaks with those breathtaking syllables. He embraces my arms to cry and rest on my shoulder and I melt within that vibe for sometime. He cuddles some of my glittering metaphors to watch the tints of nature again and again and to paint himself inside the courtyards of romantic poetry in the month of love. I, am the poetry.
I become a poetry to be read while the dark-coloured nights cover his sky with its mammoth wings and I want to rescue his unending love and cumbersome heartaches from the lone woods. I shield his vehemences from those unwanted clouds of December. I show him the yellow tints of morn and the orange hues of sunset. I dampen him with the August raindrops and I make him relax inside the tiny snowflake. We watch the flower moon together while sitting on the meadow of solitude with some withered tulips but the fragrance of those tulips make him sure to melt within me.
While ruffling his hair, I put down his unspoken and unnoticed words on my bare clavicle. And beneath the surface of silence, I bloom when his laments flee away towards the silken stars. Crumpling my desires, hopes and dreams, I rebloom when he wants to be lost inside a crowded street of ghost town. And then I pull him towards me to draw the last kiss of February.
And he whispers "happy valentine's day, my love"
♡bidya || a poetry of solitude -
we_elude
9w
Read MoreHello human
��A BIT DECODING OF THE CODED ONES��
(Stage of life)
Encased in cavity
While encapsulated in wonder
Trailed debut for
traveling travelled routes
Naive nurturing for
Digital digits
Inquisitivity slaved for
Toiling mundanes
Juvenile joyed for
Joining hamster's cage
Clan kindled for parading
Perfect pedigree
Soon tesseracts wrinkled the 'wonder'
And 'wonder' still waiting to be wondered
��Adore the awe of every stage ��
#lifestages #wod @writersnetwork @miraake
#ceesreposts #pod #writersnetwork @fromwitchpenFading fingerprints
Encased in cavity
While encapsulated in wonder
Trailed debut for
traveling travelled routes
Naive nurturing for
Digital digits
Inquisitivity slaved for
Toiling mundanes
Juvenile joyed for
Joining hamster's cage
Clan kindled for parading
Perfect pedigree
Soon tesseracts wrinkled the 'wonder'
And 'wonder' still waiting to be wondered
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Worthless
Sometimes we give
So much value to some people,
That when they leave,
We have nothing left to give ourselves.
We don't even have
The strength to smile anymore -
Because we only have tears inside our souls.
We no longer have the strength
To look at our mirror reflection,
Because pain turns us into ghosts,
Into helpless people with sad faces and tears.
Sometimes we spend
So much time with others,
That we "borrow" their habits,
While we are giving up
To our own stories and lifestyles.
Sometimes we want
To have someone to love us,
That we become obsessed
With anyone who gives us
Little attention or appreciation for a short time.
We care too much about others
In such a way that we no longer
Care about - what happens to us
After they are gone.
Love can be dangerous
If you can't control your feelings.
If you leave your heart
In the hands of those who
Do not know what to do with it,
You will end up like a ruined pillar -
Worthless and alone all your life!
©roxana91 -
tomorrow_is_amazing
9w
Read MoreThank you so much @writersnetwork ��������������
#purple
#mirakee
#writersnetworkPurple is a lovely lavender
that is rising for perfect bloom
Velvety color of spring
deep sweet scent
delightfully delivers
what heaven meant
so gentle beauty
lands on the earth
Refreshing senses
Where spring blooms
©tomorrow_is_amazing -
theinkdomain
9w
Beauty in Bloom
Enthralled over
the sparkle of your eyes
Sun rises soflty behind the mountains
Wonderstruck up
over the branches of sky
Birds chirp to your enchanting voice
Blooming in
the current of cyanic waves
Rose petals camoflauge curve of your lips
Blowing through
the butterflies and dragonflies
Spring zephyr puffs kissing your hairs
Gleaming fire
free in the atmosphere
Fireflies beautifying arcs of your nose
Glistening in
between the pines in dark
Moon silently reveres your beauty in awe
And darlin'
See the stars awake over the night- sky
Pinning our hearts and souls in purple
~SG
