Slowly, she fights the furor that caged her
In the secluded corner, her inner voice mingled in sacred devotion,
With prayer she quietens the hubbub of the day
Slowly, she overcomes the pain,
Wearing strength, setting her world aflame
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#slowly
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Slowly, she fights the furor that caged her
In the secluded corner, her inner voice mingled in sacred devotion,
With prayer she quietens the hubbub of the day
Slowly, she overcomes the pain,
Wearing strength, setting her world aflame -
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#arspoetica
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May the poem be an aftertaste, delightful to a lover's undying love for his paramour
Vivid in red like the amaryllis, pure and elegance
Standing upright without shame
A poem should be a velvet shore that once offers a serene walk to a lonely vagabond
To leave someone gazes in every word with satisfaction that lasts for a lifetime
A poem should be a healing words, deeply penetrated to your angst, bruises and pain
May the poem be a treasure serves in your starving eyes, presented on turquoise stars to the moon and the universe of your heartMay the poem be a treasure serves in your starving eyes, presented on turquoise stars to the moon and the universe of your heart
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@pastoralpoem
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Love blooms on the golden grasses
Oh, my dearest love
Join me on this prestigious morning
With these abandoned luxurious grasses
Will you pluck some of them to tickle my barefoot?
So they will consume my grief and sorrow
Until they bid adieu to the luminous golden rays
Enclosed the bruised petals of mine
Hold me tight and we both subside on the mildewed
leaves without agony
For no surging touch of an avalanche can separate us
So kiss me, love me the way a cogon grass made such love to a fodder
Before the cornfields bid adieu to the sunset
Lay me down to the golden grasses
And sway me in a retro dance
Oh, my dearest love
Join me on this prestigious morning
Feel free to starve your eyes in the emerald mountain
Listen to all the birds singing in hymns
Let your spirit breathe on the hamlets of the dew
Touch the freshness of the water on the riverside
And we will both drink the sweetest nectar of poesy
Witness the daffodils in full bloom, the mayflower do fade
But my love to you will always be on top of the glacierOh, my dearest love
Come and take me to the village
Where the wildflowers are bursting
so as our love igniting,
Before the cornfields bid adieu to the sunset
Lay me down to the golden grasses
And sway me in a retro dance
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#roots
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Where I'm from?
I'm from my pen and paper
Started with a single dot
Multiplied by hundreds of poems
And was recognized from your soft naked peach mouth
I'm from the verse of decayed metaphor
On freshly blossomed daisies and dandelions
Among those dried pages, I came out as new shoots on petrichor tales
Where I'm from?
I'm from the land of the promise
In the pearl of the orient sea
Where I was once a dormant seed
And awaken from a medium moist soil
Watered with red and white blood cells
Nurtured from both type O parents
A loving family is where I am fromWhere I'm from?
I'm from the land of the promise
In the pearl of the orient sea
Where I was once a dormant seed
And awaken from a medium moist soil
Watered with red and white blood cells
Nurtured from both type O parents
A loving family is where I am from
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Dim on the dust, eyes piercing the stars
He who carves a verse that rust,
Freely scattered at last
Holding contentment, stabbing bitterness,
While finding moonlight shining on his lap
While finding moonlight shining on his lap
©dishang8614 -
So much burden
Too tired to carry on
Before my words will collapse
Let me borrow first the soul of this cat
Nothing more, nothing less
Just meow, meow and meow!
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#recipe
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A recipe for a happy living
Here are the ingredients:
Unlimited cup of good deeds
An overflowing cup of love
A dozen heaps of kindness
A litre of forgiveness
1 gallon of positivity
1 pinch of generosity
A spoonful of care and understanding
A dash of smile and laughter
An ounce of patience
A zest of trust
A cup of faith and hope
A sprinkle of prayers and gratitude
Instructions:
Before you will start, be sure to wash your hands to get rid the dirt from your past
Enjoyed mixing the unlimited cup of good deeds and dozen heaps of kindness
Gently spread generosity and positivity
Stir thoroughly a good understanding and tender loving care
Adding some ounce of patience to make it more delicate with a zest of trust
For you to achieve the overflowing kind of love
Add on some sweet smile and laughter
Garnish with faith and hope
And don't forget to sprinkle a genuine gratitude
and a heartfelt prayers
Considering an amount of forgiveness is needed to come out the desired savoury taste
Note:
Serve and share it wholeheartedly as often to your friends and to others who would loved itA recipe for a happy living
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#gifts
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An ultimate gift
A gift can be of so many things
A diamond ring, gold necklace,
A gift of life or a gift of love
In my life, I don't matter of
what kind of gift I will receive,
Because I have already this ultimate one
Isn't so fragile but still I keep and wrap
inside my heart, sealed with love and care
A gift can be of so many things
But I have only this kind of ultimate one
This gift is for a lifetime
One gift that made me proud of
One gift that made me cry and smile
One gift that let my heart connects
even a thousand miles away
One gift that makes me more patient
One gift that gives me strength
One gifts that tells me life is so precious
not to be squandered
One gift that holds my hand
until my last breath succumb me
One gift that teaches me how to forgive
and leads my heart to fall In love again
A gift can be of so many things
A diamond ring, a gold necklace
In my life, I don't matter of
what kind of gift I will receive
Because I have already this kind of ultimate one
My only child, my gift for a lifetimeA gift can be of so many things
A diamond ring, a gold necklace
In my life, I don't matter of
what kind of gift I will receive
Because I have already this ultimate one
My only child, my gift for a lifetime
©dishang8614 -
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#letter
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Dear fellow inkers,
I know how it feels to hold a blank page in your palm
To not able to hear the words parading in rhymes
To not able to see your thoughts growing
And blooming just like a scented carmine rose
As if your metaphors are fearful to come out
In the dark den of your subconscious mind
Those verses and poems that are hard to conceive
Like knitting your golden scarf, halfway losing entangled
But it's okay, don't compel your pen to bleed
Pause for a while, learn to feel your words in the void
Who knows at your silent mode you can initiate a better version of your lost words
It's not over yet to spilled your ink
Be patient, soon the blank page will be filled
With a dazzling stardust of your finest words
For once, I was there wearing the same dull clothes
of inkless verse like yours
Somehow I didn't stop strumming my words until it find their way to carve the lost chords in me
So as my dried ink set ablaze and lit again
I hope and believe that one day your words will ignite like mine
Yours truly,
DaisyFor once, I was there wearing the same dull clothes of inkless verse like yours,
Somehow I didn't stop strumming my words until it find their way to carve the lost chords in me
So as my dried ink set ablaze and lit again
©dishang8614 -
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This morning solitude
when sorrow cease
I finally make my way
to sail my boat with joy
on annexes of silent row
the light is shining bright
a glorious day full of grace
with all the dewdrops glint
grasses on their luxurious green
the skies leaden blue wintry
hope exists, heart's contented
so as I embrace the morning elixir
with love, kindness and forgivenessTo live life embracing the morning elixir
with love, kindness and forgiveness
©dishang8614
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soulfulstirrings 8h
Maktub - it is written
#languageart @odysseus @sumana_chakraborty @preetkanwal
Image credit to the rightful owner .And as I find frost settle on my ribcage
yet once again
her clasp confining each breath
bearing me down
somewhere from the declivities of my heart
I hear soft whispers
of the remanants of last spring
when I had gloriously bloomed
and from chasms they echo
maktub ..
when the tides turn
so does your ebb and flow
and when seasons turn
so does life
©soulfulstirrings -
fairytales_ 9h
is it fate? is it karma? or is it just your fault? who do you blame for the misfortune?
©fairytales_ -
thelunareclipse 2d
LOVERS
Every night, she embraces his darkness
and surrenders in his bleak arms,
Every time ,she tastes his deathlike kisses ,
and feels his cold death's tenebrous lips
all over her trembling, delicate body.
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Slowly the sky of her
heart started shrinking
when he left her world
Then she surrendered
to the pen and expanded
her sky with new horizons
©thoughtsprocess -
7'28 pm
2078/01/07
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MEMORIES NEVER DIE
I really don't know why I has
this superficial memory of things
Which I wanted to forget
Is still there in my mind,
When it's come to her alone.
I remember every special occasions of her's
Though she forgets her's,
But every thing is In my mind,
Like The day I met her,
The day I befriend her,
The day I revealed my feelings
in clues and indirect activities
The day I confessed my love to her directly.
Though she didn't understand things with me
It's been two full moons till today,
I tried hard to forget by getting
Into new activities, new people,
Tried to fall in love with other than her.
Yet this memories
of this mystery girl is still
in my mind which I can't let go away.
I guess even till my last breathe,
These days and this girl
would always stay in mind forever.
©jaydmarvin -
Trauma and Flight
The wind blows
Outside my window
Forcefully the memories
Move in gusts.
During moments such
As this when the fog
Descends onto my brain
It’s the memories that haunt
Colorless and tasteless.
Yearning eyes and tears
Displaced - pushed
To move far away in order
To breath with ease.
Moving helps but my phone
Now houses the ghosts
And traumas so that only
The wild devoid of WiFi
Speaks to me with soothing
Whispers and hope.
©juanogando -
Maktub •written•
Finished stanzas
Different canvas
Sometimes I don't know what to write
It's like my brain's flying like a kite
Like all I know is one to three and A to Z
But now it's written
Ideas aren't hidden
For I'd finished my fully bloomed poetry.
©lightafterrain -
jeelpatel 17h
Hyperboles
Van, at traffic signal, eatin' hydrogen of gasoline
Kidnappers, unmasked; drawin' maps, murders
Half penny in their caps, stories in dark goggles
Hyperboles-hinged-hostages, bornt out of rage
For, once, smile of innocence; now of cocaine
Security numbers, password patterns; mug up
Let finger-fishes move keenly, clever stares too
Walls are guards, and, burglars hide into lockers
Loyalty, a punctured sheath, laughing on trust
But, what if, sun sets in eyes to never rise again
Red barn, of giant-tyre-jeeps, at hillside, lonely
One lady, cross legged; coffee stained rosenkranz
Wild explosion in the offing, of lived-seclusion
For, her eyes, honed by fire crystals, bitter curses
Dare to knock, at her tamed violence; it's fatal
Cicada lands on thou; when catastrophe hits
Same skin, but wiser person floats underneath
Very fall, pulls leg down; unfair gravity it seems
Law of self expansion; chances to take, often
Bridges you construct, will lend you to an end
On high judgemental castle, short prose hovers
Careless in others' perspectives, but self-soaked
Biased metaphors, blunt synopsis; brutal tone
Mouths, full of opinions; should sing love, care
Every era of humans, will knit unity out of nihility
©jeelpatel -
Helm( Dream)
My soul burned
to ashes by the
smile of my beloved
and my heart echoed
"Ala Rasi, Ala Rasi"
in the middle of the cold
terrifying night
©_anaan__
