Mirakee
I need your company
But you left me dry
Like a dessert
©davidtalks
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Don't you believe
They have the potential
To put you on the floor
When you tell them your flaws
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Respect is reciprocal
But don't exchange my kindness
For weakness
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Surrounded by water
But ireland's never sink
They stand
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End product of life is death.
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The poor with freedom is better than riches with limit.
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Everything is relatively scarce but happiness is there for you.
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My shadow would fade away in the dark
So am left to believe in God
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Nobody really cares but self love cares.
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Life becomes hard when you realize the truth because it hurts more than anything.
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From childhood to old age
From childhood to old age,
We learn to walk right paths of life,
We stream to fly towards endless sky,
The steps we take are always insecure,
Our roads are full with twists and turns.
From childhood to old age,
We try to find out the purpose of life,
We tend to achieve our desired dreams,
Not every attempt is supposed to be easy,
Yet we go forward inspite of the uncertainty.
From childhood to old age,
We attempt to live the best we can,
In our tryings we sometimes make mistakes,
In a search for happiness we often meet regrets,
That's how we gain experiences.
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dil_se__
29w
Sometimes you expect from others and hurt yourself,
So expect nothing from others,
And be happy in your life........
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pritha_and_words
36w
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Brevette poem on Months
#poetrywednesday #brevette #months #ceesreposts #pod #poem #thoughts #poetry @mirakee @writersnetwork @writerstolliJanuary
R E D E F I N E S
Beginning
February
U N F U R L S
Amour
March
R U S T L E S
Songs
April
E M A N A T E S
Jouissance
May
N U R T U R E S
Spring
June
B E D I M S
Vesper
July
D R I Z Z L E S
Credence
August
H A R M O N I Z E S
Gaps
September
E L U C I D A T E S
Amity
October
R E M I N I S C E S
Colors
November
D O N S
White
December
C A P T I V A T E S
Celebrations
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M my happy place
I imaginations go berserk here
R rhythm and words reside here
A alliteration, metaphors adorn it
K keeping the poet in us alive
E encouraging the pen to bleed beauty
E enabling us to meet great poets
Love you Mirakee , wishing you a very happy birthday. Thanks for making me a poet . ❤️❤️❤️❤️ -
amrita_n
39w
Read MoreIf the whole
world turns again
st us, but yo
u alw ays su
pp-or t us.
We
cry only on
small things, but
you are always be
there to support
us.
When we br
eak up. you. a-d- d
usagain In the
darktoo, y-o- u
light. a lamp.
17~07~2020 #writersnetwork @writersnetwork #mirakeeIf the
whole world
turns against
us, but you
always support us. We
cry on -ly on small thin
gs, b ut you're alwa ys
th ere to help us.Wh en
। we break up you ।
add us again. In
the dark too,
you light a lamp.
Love you mom
।। ।।
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quotes_mirakee
39w
Treat a work of art like a prince. Let it speak to you first.
- Arthur Schopenhauer -
the97_introvert
40w
Read More@writersnetwork @mirakee #love #parents
Thankyou @mirakee for the repost and my first ever POD!!!�� I'm so greatful !!!
Thankyou so much @writersnetwork for the kind repost.
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THE PHOTOGRAPH
Heavy clouds collided in the night sky
with a roar of thunder reverberant,
shaking the windows of my ancestral
home, a home dad left yonks ago.
The grimy shelves preserving souvenirs
evoked quaintness, unlike the renovated
dainty rooms.
Waning ivory walls framed a fading
photograph of them, holding hands
as if in love for the very first time.
Some white strands and folded skin
counted the age, yet their exuberant
smile drew a portrait of teen lovers,
Leaving me in one of their unfinished
stories as a child lost in the rainbow
of arcane colours.
Traces of dust embellished the rusted
grills, painting brown patches in my
hands that held them to gaze outside.
Dark hues of black permeating fear
caressed the scent of petrichor wafting
in to fill the dim lit rooms with a stroke
of nostalgia.
My dad stood next to me, that photo held
close to his heart, tears reluctant to fall
from his wistful eyes lost in the past.
His fake smile was sprouting to break our
uncanny silence, I grabbed his hands and
stepped outside to embrace the
misty downpour.
Sky hid under the heavy clouds, thunder
bellowed deafening any ears listening to
him sob like a kid and the rain plummeted
to dissolve his tears.
All pretended to not see him cry, the pain
he carried, they did not want to share it.
But I wanted him to cry for his loss..
for my loss..
He wept ruing the day he left them seeking
his booming desires, replacing him with
drafted money they never asked for.
Now when his cold hands reached out to
protect them, fire ashed their frigid bodies,
earth cloaked them warm from him.
I stood right there not wanting to console him
as he knelt down in a pool of mud lamenting
to turn back time,
So that he could make it all right, to give even
a tint of their love back, to not die a
monster, cold and heartless.
Yet when lighting struck the dilapidated home,
I hugged him tight, betwixt us the broken edges
of the frame pierced into our chest,
Slowly, skies cleared welcoming the moon, pain
rushed through his body and a revelation
eased mine,
/ he failed as a son but never as a father /
It left the tiny space between us dropping into
the mud to link our hearts forever,
The photograph.....
©the97_introvert
~Penned on 8th July 2020, 11:26 amThe Photograph
It left the tiny space between us
dropping into the mud to link
our hearts forever,
The photograph.....
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Forlorn verses cry
Echoing silence
Off the isolated walls
Confusion
That keeps thundering
Against questioning minds
Answers void
Of any meaningful hope
Pages crumble
Words unspoken
Ink well filled
Poety flowing
Melodies healing
Inspiration revealing
Community joining ink
In the colorful love
Of poetic harmomy.
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He was a book full of poems
and I read him like a love story
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