Miraquill
I borrowed a handful of blue sky from my last lover and meld it with fifty shades of pink to replace the dark horizon of my humdrum life for I'm trapped in the shadow of dark hope, my very own petals are wilting in the lips of November autumn sky, Oh! uncage me and bring me back the solitude of my summer solstice heart.
©dishang8614
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A blessed date is 12-14-86
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Place my heart in the tomb of your poetry above the twilight sky that never mourned for me.
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I felt my scars like powerful prose
Who craves for the moonlight sonata
That coalesced into your dark metaphor
And that pain you've right now
Is like a wilted flower that grow
In the rose of the desert
Someplace in parallel universe
Our conjoined twin heartaches
Soon will heal as one
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dishang8614
23w
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#spice
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@mirakee
Skin by skin
Like I'm a pure onion
Layer by layer
Peeling away my body
Is this the way you treat me?
One last chop, one last cry
Tears fall from a pungent smell of the past
How much more the burning tears of my satin heart?
This remind me of an onion
I'm the same beneath its layer
I grapple not to cry but I ended up sobbing
How many dozen of onion lies that will cause me such pain?
Cutting skinny pieces of myself
I'm not the one who is supposed to weep forI'm like an onion
I can make you cry
Though I have this suffering too
The more you peel me away
As I'm being sauteed in your heart
New layers of me will grow
©dishang8614 -
dishang8614
23w
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#autobiography
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A sunflower in its magnificent smiles
A singular beauty of a thousand splendour
With its head so high in the sky
A heavenly grace, filled with love and hope
She's loved like Venus, her brightness like a blue corn moon
Its leaves continuously change
Through circadian rhythm
But don't you know the sunflower lives a lie?
For she can't live without her sun
She bloom, rebloom
When all flowers live, she's a sunflower
Who wilt and dies tooI'm a sunflower
I slough your tears in hope
of happiness and piece of mind
I will take a stand and won't be tattered
Even I stood on the blade of grasses
I will share to you my yellow crown jewels
For in your dark abyss you'll find hope
with my luminescent light
©dishang8614 -
For what is love if I'm still a hopeless vagabond,
chasing rainbow in your autumn heart.
©dishang8614 -
Dusky dawn deceiving daylight
dreadful days depict dimly,
doing daredevil deeds
death-defying destiny.
Denizen daydreams
doleful days dauntless,
deliberately dawdled
debilitating dejected.
©dishang8614 -
Engrave your sorrow deep in my bone
and you'll never be alone
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dishang8614
24w
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#lockdown
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@mirakee
Friday
6/11/21
3:54pm
Dear diary,
Sometimes I like to close my eyes
and think of yesterday
Yesterday that full of daisies in my smile
dandelions in their sweetest lies,
A busy metropolis, sounds so vibrant
the happy go lucky youth in their night life,
Yes, this was before and now has turned
into chaos, vivid into grey skies,
Dusky dawn bleed out into pain and sorrow
I wonder what it is like to be still,
When another morning coffee of heartaches,
late afternoon of nothingness
Night kisses of migraine, my mind
and this world that put to a halt,
My soul dancing into silence,
darkness wrapped me
How do I not fall apart?
When many lives are losses
Suffering is worse than before
Intense pain, victim's cries for hope
So as my heart longing for confinement
I'm slowly fading
Like I'm a petal
of a wilted flower
sleeping in deep slumber
awake but forgotten
For who am I
but unscented
and rescinded
potpourri of
today inside my
four-cornered room
I'm hoping to
live someday
kissing the
last droplet
of the sun
with my sorrow
dressed a satin silk
and azure linen of hope
Full of hope,
DaisyI'm hoping
to live someday
kissing the
last droplet
of the sun
with my sorrow
dressed a satin silk
and azure linen of hope
©dishang8614 -
dishang8614
24w
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#ink
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In search of finest ink
a charred blank ink
stain the crimson sky
so as my blank page
hopes for some hues
a blue inked waves to
cleanse and wash away
the dirt of my past
and rewrite an elixir
of a hundred pieces
of me
Ink,
as red as my scar
as black as the dark amber night
written beneath my skin
yellow orange hues of the sun
replacing the grey ink
of my somber days
for my thoughts trapped
in various ink
I was drunk with too many
verses of pain last night
craving for the fonts of lavender
to carve in my stained heartInk,
as red as my scar
as black as the
dark amber night
written beneath my skin
yellow orange hues of the sun
replacing the grey ink
of my somber days
for my thoughts trapped
in various ink
I was drunk with too many
verses of pain last night
craving for the fonts of lavender
to carve in my stained heart
©dishang8614
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siddharthajana
23w
Aubade
Yesterday in the dawn we saw clouds whispering to each other as squirrels played in the soft grass
collecting floating pearls of fallen dew
The misty sky was welcoming young bohemians caught in unchained melody
Racquet of swans were flying in the dewy horizon
As scanty tides of hope crossed membranes of rainbows
And facing the east you were singing imploring the sun to rise
And I was quietly admiring the beauty of your eyes
Birds were chirping in the endless lawn
Their voices crooning a beauteous song
And how serenely the dim landscape was smiling
As the sun struck the chords of our love
And azures were playing in that wave of light,quietly and softly
And colored in the hues of our love rose the first sunlight
in that garden of delight
-siddharthajana -
silver_flakes
22w
Read MoreCollaboration with @miriel_oye do check out her poems������
°Remember when we gathered
Ashes of our beloved city
We stored them in a box
Wreathed of pure gold
Where neither moth nor rust consumed °
°Remember when we held on to fallen banisters
And spread our tents in sorrow°
°We called for a chosen one
To lead us to a promised fate
A land flowing with love and peace°
°We longed for a place
A world of grace
Where tired eyes could fall asleep°
°But the world was jaded
And hearts were stone filled
Hopes were rock dashed
And eyes were smoke burnt°
°Brave hands that held were feeble
Smooth tongues lisped lies
And hope dissipated like flies°
°But we crawled on empty bellies
Dug with broken bristle nails
Built with skeleton hands
Slaved for a new city
A replica of the one we once had°
°Now children play on garden steps
Where dead sands once lay
Hearts are filled with songs
And we dare dream again
If life builds us another wall of briers
Hope will give us skins of steel°
©silver_flakes ©miriel_oye
Picture credit to Jerry Lofaro
#collaboration #miraquill@miraquill@writersnetwork#writersnetwork#pod#ceesreposts#flakeyy@miriel_oyeGolden Hopes
°If life builds us another wall of briers
Hope will give us skins of steel°
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_gk_07
23w
Read More" I borrowed a handful of blue sky from my last lover and painted it on my canvas with azure metaphors, by spell-binding brushstrokes. I moulded my hyperboles to float along the cumulus clouds ☁ over the timeless alliterations, with condensed water of similes as rain drops, ready to touch the surface of earth serenely.
Through the infinite dimensions of the sky, I released my tangled thoughts to set their wings free to pass by the aura of silver lining of clouds, with evaporating doubts. Before I could conclude my instance of life, my last lover asked me to return the blue sky ,to whom it belonged , which I wished was mine but it couldn't be mine, 'cause my solacing emotions could not acquaint with his clouds."
©_gk_07
#prose #belongc @miraquill @writersnetwork
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Edit: Thank you for editors choice (19+)��
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Thank you @/writersnetwork for your kind repost(5+)��22.06.2021
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inked_selenophile
22w
Read More*Ghalib Shayaris- poems of Ghalib
Mirza Asadullah Baig Khan,
also known by the pen names of Ghalib and Asad, was an Indian poet.
I am a night lover and writing about the blue sky was quite difficult!
@poeticgirl -
The sky reminds me of you ����"
#joyfuljune #prose
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Thank you for EC ❤"I borrowed a handful of blue sky
from my last lover and I moved on
by molding my fancy pain
I am no longer the broken person now
The blue sky gave me a pocket of
pink clouds with apricot-stained kisses
which had a thick silver layer around it.
The clouds and I often talked about
the heaviness we both carried
and with each look at my broken heart,
the scars hidden behind their blush
compelled them
to pour a gentle kiss (rain).
And oftentimes the rain drizzled
the soothing rhythm calming my soul
pouring hope in my withered heart
and the wind
covering every inch of my struggle
leaving the scent of morning meadow
whispering the secret of strength
made me cherish to love myself
The blue sky also gifted me
mild golden sun,
I remember my last love while
offering me the shelter of his coat
warned me about the heat that it
drips from the layer of the sky.
Anxiously keeping his memories aside,
I sighed and gazed at the sun.
It peeled orange hues
promising to gift me the moon
in the night.
The blue sky blessed me
with morning stars
which had a thin silk lining
that resembled the cuts of
his nail marks I had around my neck
Hiding behind the doors of
clouds and sunshine,
the stars and I regularly talked
about Ghalib Shayaris
grasping the tune and
essence of poetry
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2chinmayee
23w
Read MoreApproaching the problem what we actually have
I read your yesterday's post
that was written about
the new updates.
But dear team #miraquill
go through my post to know
what problem actually we have.
You did better thing
to avoid screenshot, eited pics .
What about the people who
used to post their own capture.
But what you actually forget
to improve the font alignment and designs.
This platform don't send
a better scope for own design .
If it happened then
we should not use
other app for our editing.
/Every picture tells a story../
That's why when we find
any heart warming or wrenching picture
in any social media we take screenshot
and write what strikes our mind canvas.
But you limited our thinking.
Pls listen our voice.
Pls update your font designs ,
alignment and keep updating
new pics in daily basis
and current secenrio.
And also allow to upload
the own captured picture.
If this post is violating
any terms and conditions ,policy
then you may report my post
and my I'd too.
But I just want to inform what we actually feels .
©2chinmayee
@writersnetwork @miraquill pls read to solve the problem.
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Jamie you know, people leave but places
don't. They exist holding back all the memories, fragrances and echoes of her
talents spread all over her room.
Her room spic and span, the bedsheet
spread neatly, without creases,
all her belongings know their place.
They never used to leave their alloted space.
An (O)bsessive (C)ompulsive (D)isorder
she had
(OCD) in medical language.
Every corner in the room whispered her anger
when the things were not kept properly.
The walls smiling with her artistic paintings,
the table neatly covered with her embroidery.
The best place in her home was the temple
where each and every idol were decked up in silk dress hand stitched by her.
Jamie, it's difficult to digest that my grandma is no more as her presence is felt in every corner of the house decorated with her art work.
In fact, her absence teaches us about
how to enjoy this gifted life with minumum
resources and maximum contentment.
©sproutedseeds
19.06.21 -
c/p
I can sit straight for hours talking about you
without a pause in my pace, without a word
to my words, without a break to my breath
and without a rest to my head just
everything you and a breakthrough
—SG -
love_whispererr
23w
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(Ps- Mephastophilis is a demon featured in German folklore)From the creels of the Mephastophilis
Jamie you know,
people leave but places don't.
They exist holding back all the memories,
fragrances and love.
Night jasmines fade
but bottomless nights haunt
katydids stop chirping
but vagrant thoughts prattle
streets become empty
but sidewalks parry in a oak forest
sunsets walk away
but those red shades never ;
Sometimes the summer brings teardrops
and somewhere inside
the courtyards of fairytales,
snowflakes turn into a burthen of griefs ;
And sometimes a fox wants
to kill the soul in nights
but sometimes it ends up
with becoming a part of dozen of poetries.
Somedays the fragrance of words
lay down its existence inside a withered pansy
and somedays it turns into the
essence of metaphors
while gnawing ten hundred three sighs
chewing ninety nine lies and
chumbling seventy thousand sixty five pauses.
Jamie you know,
words leave but metaphors don't
they exist holding back all the hopes and dreams.
B I D Y A -
ckfilvan
23w
Read More#julietscorner #tanzread #yamini #writersnetwork #ceesreposts #writersbay #wod 0211906
To read more, tap here #childrenzLittle Darius
Little Darius is not the King
Who couldn't sleep a wink;
For his servant, a man from Zion,
Spent the night with hungry lions.
Little Darius knows no danger,
He fears none that scares his mother;
Fire's amusing, a snake some old string--
That his father sleeps on a broken swing.
Little Darius is now fifteen
When boys love doing daring things;
Hungry tombs call with honey lips
And Darius' father never sleeps.
Now the boy's just crossed nineteen
His sister is now daddy's little queen;
She says her college starts next summer,
This robs Darius of his sweet slumber.
©ckfilvan -
ovais43
23w
An ode to my odds
©ovais43
O, Odds! Thou aren't new to me.
Thou, known to me for decades.
O, Odds! Thou don't usually see
either my dreams bloom or fades.
Thou, believe thyself demi-gods;
try to contaminate my intellect,
using brain cells, not any swords,
they badly influence my dialect.
O, Odds! Thou aren't new to me.
I know thee and thy nature well.
O, Odds! Don't dare to try to be
good being a hypocrite like hell.
Thou are the neurotransmitters
like serotonin or norepinephrine
cause anxiety, twinkle like glitters
see me as if I'm thy holy shrine.
