Miraquill
Too Far Gone
The aroma starts the pricking of memory.
Burn in my belly and rush to my head.
Falling for the lie of the high heard time
And time again...running to the rhythm
Of oblivion's melody. Tripping, and slipping,
Sliding faster and further into the land
Of obscurity. Don't look too long for me.
For, I won't be long - rather too far gone.
And those prickly memories will scatter
In the wake of vanished years. As the
Bottle in my hand begins to shake...
Mixing this elixir of poison and tears.
©crogers180
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crogers180
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crogers180
1d
I never feel more alive
than when my heart is bleeding out
all over the benevolence of
poetry's provenance.
©crogers180 -
crogers180
2d
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Ok, just working through some stuff. Abuse is never ok. Never!
Love and healing, my friends ��Almost
He almost killed me,
And I almost cried.
Watching from the
Other side ~ it wasn't
Me, I'm almost sure.
Slammed into the
Kitchen floor ~ intense
Pain I couldn't feel,
Until concussion made
It real. No, it wasn't
Me, I'm almost sure.
How could I have
Been a fool, so in love,
When love was cruel?!
I almost cried.
I would have cried.
But, it wasn't me.
It wasn't me, it wasn't
Me who almost died.
©crogers180 -
crogers180
3d
~ ️ ~
you don't have to like me.
you don't have to accept me.
i don't expect to take up
room in your thoughts -
but I hope I do. I hope,
that if not for always, then
maybe just for now, there's a
flower, or a heart, or a sun
that I could color in the
book of your life. No,
you don't have to need me.
you don't have to want me.
you don't have to love me -
but, I hope you do.
©crogers180 -
I breathe, wait, and hope.
And again I breathe.
And again I wait.
And again I hope...
And, in doing so, I find
Enough solace in the madness
To get me through one more day,
One more hour,
One more minute of grappling
With this tortured mind.
©crogers180 -
crogers180
1w
The Reaper
I didn't know he came for us all.
Each one of us, everyone ~
I do know. For tonight he left
A calling card. And it left me
Shook with a fear just shy of panic.
Cold, and hollow, as if every
Color had been drained from
The living, with a swiftness of
Sorrow impossible to avoid.
I didn't know he came for us all.
I do. But, I don't want to.
I don't want this appaling awareness.
If only for a moment, could
Ignorance be bliss? Could I sleep
To the sound of an infant's breath,
And wake, having escaped the
Aquaintance of his filthy greedy
Hands?
©crogers180 -
crogers180
1w
Maybe I wasn't born to be a dreamer.
To don a fancy hat and set the world
On fire ~ to achieve some tasty,
Satisfying portion of success.
Maybe the best I could ever do is
Make a promise to not give up on myself.
©crogers180 -
crogers180
2w
Pause
Don't end, when starting over is an option.
Pause, breathe, search your heart for
What it needs. For, that is always its desire.
To listen to your thoughts, so often
Leads to a place of regret. You'll find it
Crowded, but awfully lonely. So pause,
Don't stop, when it gets hard. And it will.
Whatever it is that wakes you each morning,
And lays you to sleep each night. For, you
May miss out on your greatest breakthrough.
We are the students of life, let's not forget.
The answer will come in its own time,
In its own way. Pay attention, step back,
And find your passion's plan.
Your destiny isn't going anywhere without
You.
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Holocaust Remembrance
When the nations rage in a blazing roar,
Borrowed flames from the god of war,
Sweep across the land by the hand of hate.
Depression, like dust, lines the floor.
Heavy boots of soldiers kick up in haste
To usher pilgrims through the colossal gates.
Hollow eyes, in an eerie way, reflect evil.
There's no other way to say it, no other words.
It's in the eyes where despair is found.
Inflicted hopelessness casts down what once
Was so bright, so full of life... extinguished,
Seemingly on a whim. No time to dim the fury.
Empty classrooms, empty homes,
Empty streets where purpose roamed...
The raging ends. But, not before hope begins.
For, love will always follow hate,
And good will always conquer bad.
The ghosts we see are lessons taught.
Look and see what naught shall ever be again.
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Grotesque Question Marks
Another friend has gone too soon.
Number on the list of Covid casualties.
Where's the travesty? Humanity deserves
More, but demands less, and that's
Our society, I guess. Can't muster up the
Outrage for the sake of serenity.
Wisdom has dressed up in his finest suit
And headed for the Judas tree.
Coward, can't see that we need to make
Sense of this. Please come back
And clothe our wretched nakedness.
Another father, another sister, brother...
Such a tragedy. Why does that sound so
Meaningless? Why does that not terrify
Us, enrage us? Is the big ball winding down
And we're just waiting to be found
Good and faithful by our maker?
Sighing at the bedside of the dying.
It's in our house. It's in our yards, our face.
Beautiful tears tarnished by grotesque
Question marks. It's cold here in the dark.
My heart hurts. And I'm tired.
I'm tired of saying goodbye.
©crogers180
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shafiya_kul
9w
I was floating around the clouds
Set in the air and i don't want to be
Seen by others
Now i turned pages and everything has changed i see that garden were i am
Playing with the words which are jumping in my heart
I am far in the sky
I am still able to hear your voice
You blue eyes
Like you are every were
With me now i want to write
My fingers flue around to hold your words now i want to shade your words and my hands are taking action i want your words to touch my ink
When i hear you i feel more real then i feel now i was with you
You could move and i could not do anything may be i am your doll now
You are still out there
And i hear you
I am writing each and every word you said can you hear me in this silence i am not letting you go
We will meet again
I am finding peace to see you again
I remember that garden were i meet you still write on that Status
And i still create you
From that dark you brought me a moon light
Now the sun rises in my sky
Strong from inside
You are still in my smile
I am not a runner but now I want to run in your blue eyes
Can you hear me in this Silence
I am finding my self again
Now i want to meet you in that cherry blossom and colour your eyes
This slow air has cracked my past imagines of life
I wish to see you again in my eyes and paint our sky
©shafiya_kul -
fromwitchpen 15h
Read More#personification #atozwitch
Ok, so this isn't going to be deleted . Phew. I felt I gave my 100 percent now .Bizzare embodiment of nature .
(A)pricot oil glistened on autumn's comminuted
lips as she smooched the (B)rooklyn and bailey of pulverized sabulous
castles casted a (C)atastrophic cloudburst which boohooed those inconsequential (D)iaries which are caged in the morning light and the (E)levators of evolutions effecting the eventide
(F)asts and fate when slaughtered a whimsical
water droplet it trembled on the old (G)ramophone the moon's grandma used to play under its grey cicatrix (H)ourglass mourned how immediately time abandoned its arenaceous womb
(I)gloos of ink visualized a war betwixt quills and poets (J)unction which cusped the musings and melodramatic meme-makers (K)ites teleported a beautiful childhood to the house of destruction (L)avenders are lost in the labyrinth of lust and love
(M)obiles and motor-mentors are cwtchin' the electric wires of computers (N)umerical, arithmetic sequences has lynched the throat of students (O)pportunities are fuming in hubris but saints or politicians are swallowing the consequences and deserving sapiens (P)oetry has been rewarded the certificates of sorrows, melancholia and heartbreaks
(Q)ueries are quarantined or isolated by big-mouths and arguments (R)oses were red but now are dripping with blood and wine (S)ongs were made to peace the nights; earphones causing ear-emulous (T)ypewriters taping the typing hands with band-aids and dark marks
(U)niverse is debating on humanity when homosapiens are reason of holocaust (V)acuum thoughts are lingering over the chest of nights and eclipses (W)ood is harassed by cutting the trees in shallow weather or pessimism (X)ylophonic williwaw is silent as it descry every second of soul-searching (Y)outh is dead in baked biscuits and birthday parties
(Z)ephyrs
are quenching
the tongue of last alphabet
of life and
death
©fromwitchpen -
ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ
Rejection by time - the only crime
A delicate petal plucked without a rhyme
Under the welkin of the sky
In a strange place, stranger than the rest
A faded piece.
For some, a pathway lost
People pass by like a shadow host
Minutes and Hours pass like envisioned dreams
Into the nothingness where no joy, no tears scream
With no desginated home to return
A self consuming sojourn
On a stone bed, long and lingering game
'late' received as a prefix name
Into the earth, hoovered by the sky
Unperturbing and unperturbed here I lie
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love_whispererr
1d
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4:36 pm
I made a sandcastle near the womb of the azure sea with the youthful sands, infested colours and aloft hopes. Some yellow beams were embedding my heavenward castle but the flow tides were struggling to abut the drawbridge and to dismantle the portcullis before ebbing away. But they did fail terribly and I laughed hard while looking at those hopeless tides.
5:01 pm
Those beams of sunset were turning into orange like the feathers of a Baltimore Oriole. And then I found some sea crabs near the bailey of my castle. Some were golden and some were little red like the husk of some raspberries. They entered into the castle without opening the sliding gate. I became little upset but my guests were too cute and poetic to be ignored like those menaces and gordian chaos of reality. They appeared.. they disappeared ...they appeared.... And then they disappeared again before my not-so-excitable hospitality. But those flow tides were still struggling to kiss my castle.
5:58 pm
Those rays turned red without hurrying and I was becoming high on the metaphors to scribble about the overgrown sun and those fragments of sunset which were scattering on a corner of the sea and the seawater was no more looking blue. The water was looking red as someone threw the vermilion bottle of my mother on the stillness of water. Then I saw a golden crab near my castle. I chuckled and enjoyed the scenario with my swerved eyes and tipsy soul. Suddenly a flow tide came and tore down the battlements of the castle. I was standing near the paradox to scribble about that castle, sea crabs and sunset while personifying the arrow loops of a sandcastle.
©Bidya
#personification #wod #brightshadesbybidyaꜱᴀɴᴅᴄᴀꜱᴛʟᴇ, ꜱᴇᴀ ᴄʀᴀʙꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴜɴꜱᴇᴛ
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shore harbouring multiple voyages, encrypted messages in bottles sails hopelessly over pacific, reaching white sands. ships in the night leaving stars and pearls of love into skies and water, also left tears into letters, preserving in glass bottles. into dry souls of papers, get heart of a poem and recite those inscriptions. salty seas endanger the existence of purity.
mellifluous azure speckled with glory of twilight, the audience of "untold stories of agape".
©thesunshineloves -
Mirror mirror
On the wall,
I'll always get up
After I fall .
And whether I run,
Walk or have to
Crawl.
I'll set my goal and
Achieve them all. -
The best gift you are ever going to give someone:
The permission to feel safe in their own skin, to feel worthy, to feel like they are enough. -
_kaz_08_
4d
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My life today is like
Walking in tin line,
The longer I linger
The more my feet bleeds
At times It is like walking in a rope
Hanged across the sky
Full of expectations,
Disappointments,
and frustrations
That anytime it may snap out
And with a single mistake
I might end up falling
And die.
©_kaz_08_ -
elusive_me
17h
Read MoreThe winds at the sea
Dancing with such a grace.
The seagulls are flying
with a slower pace.
There is chaos around
But not much of noise.
The sand grains grooving
at the pace of tortoise.
The distant waters are
making some sound.
The atmosphere carries
some sort of haze.
I think the waves and
the shore are going to embrace.
#personification #wod #ceesreposts #miraquill #writersnetwork @miraquill @writersnetworkThe waves are always excited
and so different places
they want to explore.
Hence chaos in galore.
But the shore is never in haste.
So it quietly awaits.
When it sees albatross
It's time to absorb the chaos
It opens its arms to embrace
the violent returning waves.
And cheerfully dance the breeze
as both the lovers find their peace.
©elusive_me -
lovenotes_from_carolyn
15h
Read MoreA work of fiction (with a bit of my corny humor there at the end), for the personification challenge. ����
GRAVEYARD OF MEMORIES
by lovenotes_from_carolyn
There's a graveyard of memories
Lurking in my mind
And it won't leave me alone
It won't leave the past behind
It whispers all my what-ifs
As it fills me with regret
While purloining all my peace
Because it won't let me forget
It haunts me with the visions
Of the life I could be living
I've begged for it to stop
But it's cruel and unforgiving
Like a ghostly apparition
Ever present in my head
It shouts the shoulda, coulda, woulda's
Every night when I'm in bed
Though tormented and tortured
I cannot help but smile
For none of this will matter
When old age makes me senile.
©lovenotes_from_carolyn 9/25/2021
#personification #writersnetwork #miraquill #wod #fiction #humor.
