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Out of the Blue
Out of the blue, and the tears start falling.
Was doing just fine a minute ago.
Then I saw your face, and I heard your voice,
And I felt the familiar sorrow.
Oh, it's not that I don't want to remember,
Because I don't want to ever forget ~
Not ready today for a sweet memory
When you're so far away...
Out of the blue, and these tears keep falling.
Was doing just fine a minute ago...
©crogers180
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Summer
Oh, the brutality that
No request was made,
No permission sought
To thunder down the sun
And choke a person -
Hot!
Breathe, we tell ourselves,
The memory of months ago
When winter settled gentle
As the snow.
Mother Nature,
Beseeched of mercy,
Beg we for a drink
Of cloudy shade -
To eclipse this infliction
Of Summer.
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Twenty five years, and he
Still reaches for her hand
With the gentle affection
Of true devotion ~
No words need spoken,
Just this one simple gesture
Declares undying love
For the lady he treasures.
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I wish the sun would take my troubles
When it sets tonight ~ and drop them
Somewhere in the ocean of oblivion.
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God knows,
And when the
Tears won't wait,
I cry ~
Feeling, knowing
That with each one
A load is
Lifted, carried
From my heart
To His.
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crogers180
2w
Chasing Time
When time gets away from a writer,
A grimace, perhaps, from a glance
At the clock ~ However,
Agenda is nothing more than an
Irrelevant annoyance.
When time gets away from a writer,
He chases it and captures it, uses
Hands on a clock as punctuation marks,
Building thoughts upon words with
Moments of opportunity.
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Taken
Take me ~ take all of me
Deep into the depths of love.
Untangle these binds of emptiness
Until I'm free to explore
Passion's caverns.
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June pushed through the
Fanciful zephyr of Spring,
And flipped the pages of time
With the force of a Summer
Storm.
©crogers180 -
crogers180
2w
Let it down
The mask you're wearing
Let it go
The idea of being perfect
Let it grow
The trust in living your own truth
Let it be
Okay to be yourself
And to like yourself
And to love the person
You are becoming every day
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Untethered
Treading water, exhausted in this
Ocean of turmoil, thoughts and emotions
Have churned ~ Sigh with the weight
Of trust untethered, distraught at the
Reality that no one could ever, possibly
Understand...
Just one wave away
From going under.
©crogers180
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if you didn't have me in your
today's diary entry,
am I meant to carry you in my,
tomorrow's poetries?
©thesunshineloves -
writeforjoy
12h
Road
The road is rough, it hurts a lot and makes us bleed when we fall. The thorny road pricks but it leads to the garden of roses.
©writeforjoy -
theidealist
1d
Read MoreRemember when royalty was
just a step away from your
Father's shoulder? Remember
when he scooped you up and
you giggled? The world was
a finer view then and you dreamt
a fairytale ending, perched on
his shoulders you called fondly
your throne. We were young then,
When expectations didn't break
us, When storms of reality hadn't
quite made its way to our door
because our father took all of life's
beatings and bullets for us.
I carry my father's dreams,
Because his wise aged body
had to brave it for me but
every time he did, his shoulders
stooped lower and his spine
grew crooked. The greys on his
head multiplied by triples. I am
my father's dream. I am what he
could never be and what he could
never be, he wanted
it all for me because he'd say,
it'll make living easier.
My father says it is easier to
make a lion's roar but harder
to ward off a bee's sting. And he'd
tell me of a battle the lion and
the bees fought and while the bees
buzzed and sprayed sting, the
lion roared his life away.
And now our role reverse,
I am often the lion mired in
failures and procrastination,
and very less the sting my father
taught me to be. I seem to keep
chasing cars and when I take
too much a beating I wish I hadn't
outgrown my father's shoulder.
I am made of my father's dreams,
A wish he breathed into me
when he showed me the cerulean
sky from his shoulder.
Ever since I have wanted to
carve my name in bold gold letters
into it and fly it alongside him.
And while the sky is vast and
the fluffy clouds can lead you astray
I find I still have the will to ask,
What good are dreams if one
day you rue not chasing them?
And if it gets too hard
I can very easily go back to
my father's arms for solace
even if I have outgrown his shoulders.
©Meri Murry
**1000 edits later... Subject to change again. Phew***
Happy Father's Day Apo ❤️
Happy Father's Day to you all too ��A Father's Day Musings
©Meri Murry -
sproutedseeds
2d
Read More#wov6#writersbay#nonet
#writersnetwork
#miraquill
Nonnet on
What can poetry do?
followed by two couplets.
@writersnetwork thank you for the like ❤️
Thank you for editor's choice ❤️NONET...day 6
Endurance of the emotions,
personified through metaphors
inking through verses, stanzas
in connection to nature
Admiring beauty
Universe
speaks of
Life.
Poetry rains with storms ,thunder
Bring rainbow to our wonder.
Rays of hopes emit through words
in a rhythm with the world.
©sproutedseeds
19.06.21 -
sproutedseeds
1d
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#art#miraquill#writersnetwork
I have written from mother nature's perspective
of destructing her art(nature).
@writersnetwork thank you for the repost ❤️The nature was an art
Beauty beholded by the flowers,
by the mountains, water falls
making the environment colourful.
Mother nature is furious
for the damage caused
to her trees and verdant land
with Skyscrapers and malls.
Hill stations and farm houses
are spared fortunately which
hold this beauty attracting
tourists to admire mother nature.
Natural canvas of the nature
is stained by the greed of mankind.
©sproutedseeds
20.06.21 -
sproutedseeds
1d
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#wov7#concretepoem#writersbay
#writersnetwork#miraquill
CONCRETE poem ����
Nature acrostic��������
N ature is God's gift
A ttracting adventerous
T ourists to enjoy
U nder the umbrella of the sky
R endering happiness
E tched by Mother nature.
©sproutedseeds
20.06.21
I know it is not exactly a concrete poem but I didn't want to give up #wov. So just tried it this way.
* N️ A ️T U R ☔ E
*A . R️
*T U
*U T
*R A
*E N
©sproutedseeds
20.06.21 -
theidealist
2d
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Jamie, you know people leave but places don't. They exist holding back all the memories, fragments and essences together. It is the way it has been. It is the way it will always be.
We are the places our footprints have set on. A bittersweet reminder of what once was and what will never be anymore. Memories and fragrances engrained in the wind, parts and pieces of us scattered and preserved everywhere we've been
to- the bench we sat together watching the November sunset, a regular stroll down the street every evening, our favourite cafe hangouts, the old library at 45 Main Street where we lost ourselves. Years to come, these places we've been to, will hold what we once cherished - the friendship, the love and the happiness - An ancient museum resplendent in rich bittersweet treasures.
Do not therefore grieve too much Jamie.
Grief, in its nature, grow roots and oftentimes, flowers thorns. In your grief you say you've lost your will to live. The absurdity of it all! You put the heavens to shame for the life they trusted you with. Live! Live even if it breaks you and Hope will find you like a lighted lantern in your otherwise starless night sky. Do not also hold too much in. I believe we become the void we silence.
Why then do you frown? Allow me to smoothen those creases your face has become. Mind, it doesn't collect dust. They say wisdom is hard earned. Let me scoff there. I say wisdom corrodes innocence. Do not be so wise you forget the touch of innocence. You see, innocence is the fresh bud of spring, the glee in mirth and the child you see dancing crazily in the pouring rain. It is not always good to carry an umbrella.
You say it breaks your heart to have lost her. But what is love if it doesn't break you? Is it even love?
When the tears on your cheeks dry, the pain in your heart will dull a little. Time, you see, is a great paradox. A giver, a taker. It wouldn't flinch when it takes from you. It neither will, when it gives you.
Oh! It's a lovely day outside. It'll be a shame to waste it on our sufferings. Fancy going down the beach again? The waves are calling and I'd like to frolick a little. I trust they've been missing their old lovers.
©Meri Murry
*It's nice to be able to write again (even if it is lame)*
@writersnetwork you are too kind.
#monologue
#wodA MONOLOGUE
A LESSONING
©Meri Murry -
When I opened
an old chest in the attic
My eyes remained wide open
I saw
my rusted childhood
Some broken toys
remembrance of my
innocent battles
Some old torn story books
preserving taste
of my summer vacations
Yell paged notebooks
cherishing smell of
my school days
My tiny utensils
to play house house
with my girlfriends only
Some old hair clips
and some broken pencils
and pieces of scented erasers
And yes my doll
who knows the art
of being a child forever
I also met my
childhood fears and phobias
My insecurities for things and people
They all were sitting silently
in the corner
The list of my endless wishes
And crayons of my infinite dreams
When I closed that chest
my eyes were raining
and my lips were smiling
I was happy to visit
my childhood world
I was satisfied to see
my well preserved memories
But I was afraid to lose them
Because they were like
caged butterflies
©thoughtsprocess -
An artist and art
both are like
eternally flowing rivers
No one can cage them
like a rigid pond
No one can dominate them
They are free birds
of the infinite sky of imagination
©thoughtsprocess -
lovesmessenger
1w
Read MoreJust a random thought that turned into this.
��A Flower's Jealousy��
He plants me with care
putting me in a position the sun can pat me
so with it I can grow happily
he talks to and waters me
giving me what I need to grow
everyday he's been there
as I grew from the ground from a seed
I bloom so wonderfully
he said he was proud of me
I could hear it in his voice
yet I look around and see other flowers just like me
I was confused by this revelation
how could he be all of our caretaker
yet I watch him do what he does for me with them
helping them bloom for him
My petals filled with envy
my leaves shook with animosity
thorns grew out of my very frame
the wind blew my scent of anger
yet he comes and waters me with sincerity
he makes sure I grow to bless the Earth with beauty
I feel ashamed about what colors had painted me
so I vow to bloom even more beautifully
while vowing to never again be a flower of jealousy
©lovesmessenger
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#mirakee #writersnetwork #jealousy #flower
��Sometimes we think the ones that are there for us are meant to be the one. But not everyone is the one. Sometimes they are just there to help us to grow to be the person we need to be. So allow the nourishment and realize the true gardener behind the temporary caretaker "GOD" ��A Flower's Jealousy
My petals was opened to him yet my jealousy almost caused me to prick him
©lovesmessenger
