#3amc

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  • finch_ 11w

    Yes..., MA is a poem.
    #3amc

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    MA is a Poem

    It's 3 am and I can't sleep,
    I remember MA told me that
    she wrote poems in my age,
    I told her to read me her first poem,
    she didn't remember the poem but she told me that "a writer is made of his first poem"
    Then I realized that I asked to a POEM about a poem.
    ©finch_

  • seapen 12w

    "3 AM Thoughts"

    When it's 3AM and you can't sleep
    That moment when your mind feels open
    Your thoughts run in the background
    And you let them be being wild and free

    Not all poems are written to be read
    Some are being burnt and some are hidden
    The words written around this moment
    Comes from deep inside, it would feel like a lie

    Endings are not always as peaceful as sunsets
    It sometimes brings a storm and something inside us breaks
    Sunsets bring peace but the tinge of goodbye hits
    Rage of the burning sun while waving farewell
    Is how sunsets portrays a painful ending

    You think it's over and yet in an ordinary midnight
    Memories will haunt you again but you have no will to fight
    You're drowned and your only way of coping is to write
    Myriad of 3AM thoughts from a hurtful closure
    You hated goodbyes but you do so for your future

    Your name rests between my lips like a prayer
    The name I keep calling even in my slumber
    Our ending was tragic even if we weren't lovers
    I'll just smile and be glad that everything was on your favor
    May us two broken souls learnt our lesson and be better.

    ©seapen

    #3amc #start #wod

    Late post 'cause of the typhoon �� I'm back from the thunderstorms lol.

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    "3 AM Thoughts"

    ©seapen

  • _mathematics 12w

    Doomed, the living life or the sudden death?
    Who knows!
    The script of the future I witnessed was dreaming up the sonnets only Lord Shakespeare, can decipher with the art of writings when ironies seem to be the fact.

    Same as life, I live like and wanted to love but fail at some junctions where my train roll-out of the tracks and start plunging to the side, witnessed in the nightmares during the nights when the connection between me and sleep merely left out as a result of which now I sleep but truly not into sleep rather filling out the spaces with the letters and words with which I built up a home of hopes and expectations with zero in return.

    And everyone else too does the same in their damn way. However, they feel. Then why not let them feel it and not interfering or peeping out to indulge in the situation neither you nor I am even aware of. Yes, it implies on me too.

    Cause in the yearning for one precious we lost a little bit of everything we had. It doesn't mean you are wrong rather rectify the damage that made you do wrong.

    Sometimes when sunsets have taken off still its light persists in that space in a little proportion.

    p.s- this might be a bizarre read for some or many but I have conducted it in all my senses, I swear or maybe not.

    #homec #doomedc #3amc

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    उलझे लफ्ज़
    बिखरता इश्क
    सच नहीं यह
    छल है एक।
    When it's 3 am and you can't sleep
    composed poetries whisper the
    notes still incomplete.
    ©_wallframe
    ©_mathematics

  • rekhuu 12w

    Change of fate.?!

    When it's 3am and you can't sleep in the comfort of your sweet home. Your thoughts going in a spiral from your myriad failures to the possibility of doomsday. The four walls threatening to engulf you in its monotony - pulling you harder with each passing minute and making you feel doomed forever, when all of a sudden, the starlight sneaks into your room and presents to you a novel idea that was so long elusive. .

    ©rekhuu

  • leena_afsha_ishrot 12w

    Dear 3 a.m.

    When it's 3 a.m., I can't sleep
    I roam in the depressed streets
    Where anxiety and suicidal thoughts knocked out the door of my mind
    Instead of plucking petals
    I plucked myself every day
    In the third half of the night
    The boy who loved me left
    And cursed not to fuse and unified with him
    He loved me, he said "you're different from other girls"
    He manipulated sweetly
    I melted in front of him,
    When he introduced me to his parents and his close ones
    But when I asked for time for union
    He stepped out with another
    Did I make a mistake in taking decisions?
    Did I suppose to allow to stab a knife in my back?

    You think it's over and yet in the midnight
    Your thoughts assembled to create a colorful creation
    By mixing some amount of red and orange pastel colors from my palette
    Because endings are not always peaceful as sunsets

    Nor all poems written are to be read
    Some witnessed why not to welcome
    Not all poems need to be rhymed
    Some are written the emotions of thorny bed
    Not every love story needed to tie a knot of marriage
    Some are beyond worldly yearning- soulfulness
    ©leena_afsha_ishrot

  • bonitasarahbabu 12w

    When it's 3 am and you can't sleep, do the Divine Mercy chaplet and ask God for forgiveness and mercy.
    ©bonitasarahbabu

  • miss_silentlyweird 12w

    I used to be cheerful, I laugh in anything and I make sure to see the good side of everything. I give, I talk, I build connection and most of all I feel full yet now all I can do is to ask myself, “Where is the real me? Where are my feelings? What happened to me?"

    Damn, I never thought that I would run out of something to give, show and tell. I never thought I'll just simply shroud myself in these indistinct metaphors and unsaid poetry of mine.

    #3amc #journal
    #wod #miraquill
    @miraquill @writersbay

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    Re(Three)tired

    When it's 3 am and you can't sleep,
    So you just count a hundred bloody sheep,
    Of unsaid words, memories and thoughts that creep,
    Where your old self continuously seep,
    You lost your self while your soul never peeps


    Run down, breathe is hard to reap
    Regret leap: Happiness oversleep
    Reminiscing mistakes is only thing you can keep
    Pain is so cheap that you instantly get in one sweep
    In this lonely world, all you can do is to silently weep

    ©miss_silentlyweird

  • angels_halo_shines 12w

    Here We Roam

    When it's 3 a.m. & I can't sleep, look outside at the moon. I usually don't go outside, I learned fast the bug bugs come out at night. I mean as big as a finger. I can't even mess with 'em. I can't step on them, I will throw up. That sound though.... Nope not me. They are probably glad to see me, we know we are safe when she is around. Right. It's 3 a.m. and here we roam.
    ©angels_halo_shines

  • biobal 12w

    3 a.m

    When it's 3a.m I couldn't sleep, I couldn't think but all I could do in that dark moment was how beautiful you are which is beyond imagination.

    When it's 3 a.m i couldn't sleep, I couldn't revitalize my energy just because my body was eagering to have a new structure which will boost the perfect touch of humanity in me.

    When it's 3 a.m i couldn't sleep, I couldn't comprehend that am alive today to write this article simply because I am a sinner that does not deserve His mercy.

    ©biobal

  • biobal 12w

    3 a.m

    When it's 3a.m I couldn't sleep, I couldn't think but all I could do in that dark moment was how beautiful you are which is beyond imagination.

    When it's 3 a.m i couldn't sleep, I couldn't revitalize my energy just because my body was eagering to have a new structure which will boost the perfect touch of humanity in me.

    When it's 3 a.m i couldn't sleep, I couldn't comprehend that am alive today to write this article simply because I am a sinner that does not deserve His mercy.

    ©biobal

  • sweedle 12w

    It's 3 AM and I can't sleep, your borrowed dreams rest in my elflocks. How I wished I could meet you in person and not imagine that you don't exist.

    © Sweedle

  • chasing_the_serene 12w

    When it's a 3 am and you can't sleep...
    A sea of endless thoughts and you've sunk deep...
    Your mind's too full with no place for more to keep...
    When you wish to but you just can't sleep...
    At that time... Rise up... Consider pulling an all nighter about study or work...
    That should do the trick :)
    ©chasing_the_serene

  • pallavi4 12w

    Insomnia

    When it is 3am and
    You can’t sleep
    When you would rather do
    Anything than count sheep

    Whip out your journal
    In the silence of the night
    Spend time with your wandering
    Thoughts and try and write

    Of sinking ships and grand trips
    Of pixies and of elves
    Places that only your mind can visit
    And not you yourself

    It matters not what you write about
    As long as you can clear your head
    Write about what ails you
    From the comfort of your bed

    It is said that in the dead of the night
    When all are silent and asleep
    You’re able to block out unnecessary sounds
    And into your own self dig deep

    Rediscover yourself as you write
    Write till you can’t anymore
    Write till your ship reaches the safety
    Of the harbour’s shore

    @pallavi4

    23rd of July, 2021

    Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner- Serge Marshennikov

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  • thefakesheikh_ 12w

    when it's 3 am and all you can think of is :⬆️
    @writersnetwork @writersbay
    #3amc

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    You must know what it’s like
    To miss half of yourself
    The better half, the one you’ve been striving for
    The one you almost reach yet somehow never do
    And no, not another person
    Not a significant other,
    No, I mean half of who you are meant to be
    A half that will complete you
    Make you whole

    ©thefakesheikh_

  • bubbly_blueberry 12w

    #3amc

    And pops said to be keep quiet about projects and hallucinating reveries to collect enormous amount of life force.Ergo it finally get lead(potential) to trigger execution of the divine plan at auspicious yet uncertain timing. .
    Processing is a hard discipline,quite shade to preserve best ripe fruits and conclusions
    I was lying half awake reflecting on myself
    I took friendship in the wrong way
    It needs truthful attitude but has nothing to do with the transparency of life to let anyone see what's going on inside!
    That's why in nature the best support system; our parents also misunderstood us so that we can learn how to revolt and be fiery to love likes against the world without walking on the cynical doom alleys,skill howling wolves technique at night with the moon lullabys

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    3:00 am thought

    //The way tears roll out,words of filling diaries are invisible streams of black clouds and lotus expression experience completes booming into full bloom while phase alters to a new pod of shy bud cosmos//
    ©bubbly_bluebells

  • kween_b 12w

    When it's 3am and you can't sleep
    You beg for the whispers to cease but they get louder..
    The thoughts keep gushing uncontrollably, and there's really nothing you could do to stop them.

    Pillows over your head and your legs curved up to your chest as shields as you give silent moans and sobs that you didn't even realise are now escaping your lips.

    Tip tap tip tap...the tears drop one after the other like tiny rain drops but one that makes a heavy loud noise in that silent dark room of yours.

    You can't scream and you can't stop the tears from flowing...
    It's like you're all alone with no one to call on.
    No one sees your tears or the pain hidden in your smile.
    No one understands that 3am is all the time you get to relief yourself of all that hunts you during the day.

    When it's 3am and you can't sleep, wild thoughts are all that run through your mind like electric waves...

    ©kween_b

  • themoonandthesun 12w

    This is absurd!?

    Aren't our thoughts absurd? Mine are :(

    I tried a new style. A bit of stream of consciousness along with absurdism.

    Do tell me what you think

    @miraquill
    @writersnetwork
    @writersbay
    #journal #wod
    #3amc

    Thank you @miraquill �� I'm always grateful. Love you lots��������. My first POD!!!!

    Thank you @writersnetwork for the like and repost. �� ��

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    A (need for) Lullaby?

    "When it's 3 am and you can't sleep"

    Once euphoric trance,
    Now haunt like nightmares
    Tossing and turning,
    I stare at the ceiling
    At the lizard that keeps me company
    Frozen, pale, stuck in time
    Like the beautifully pale reptile
    I lie with hooded eyes

    On the nightstand,
    Next to my alarm
    Is a broken frame,
    An intact picture
    In a scattered glass
    Leering at the smile
    That shined on my face
    Which blurs with
    Each passing second
    I glare at my photo frame
    Limpid as the saline
    In my eyes wither

    Walking up to the window
    I hold my cigar
    With a burning flame in me
    Unable to light it
    I chew the toothpick
    To spit out a mouthful of gum
    Which lands on the rose bushes
    In my dried garden

    No selenophile/caterpillar crawling
    But the moon stashed in the pillow
    Deep in its slumber
    She never bid me farewell!
    Flaxen eyes, scarlet lips,
    Milky curve of petals
    A hue in the smoke
    Ah, the heart of mine
    Burns with churning acid

    I wish it were a heart attack
    Do skeletons of death have a heart?
    As I spin to look at the bed
    For a remaking reply
    The morning bird chimes
    Singing her favorite song
    I wish to shoo it away
    For the longing silence
    And murmur in me
    Hushed with her arrival
    Alas it's time

    For a new day with a regular routine
    Heavy duty and sleepless nights

    Yes, it is time for the gyre to turn
    And my life to begin

    I address my old self
    In the journal of mine
    To look out for the smile of hers
    Trap it along with Pandora's box
    For she is going to misplace it soon
    ©themoonandthesun

  • magical_poems 12w

    When it's 3 am and you can't sleep, eccentric thoughts starts to beep. Images started to flash past my withered face fast.

    Once a blossomed rose or an exuberant butterfly flying from the petals of delight to of paradise.

    Now plucked from my colourful garden, torn from my stem, fallen crumpled under the foots of filth and thrown down a drain.

    It's 5 to 4am and i remember how my bewitching blue sky was turned into the night of despair full of my tear's stain.

    Terror chased me down the lane of atrocity till I falled into the drains of pain by the hands of evil.

    The Zephyr once cool and calm full of tranquil brushing my face making me tension free now a tornado of my darkest hour still.

    The once happy eyes shows fear and tear trying to run away from the enslavement it was under.

    But now it's too late for the dark side has called my name to be dragged by the hands of devil below the gates of hell to be drowned under the weight of their pitiless thunder....
    ©magical_poems

    #3amc #journal #wod #pod
    @miraquill @writersnetwork I hope it goes with the challenge..
    @writersbay I tried...

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    But now it's too late for the dark side has called my name to be dragged by the hands of devil below the gates of hell to be drowned under the weight of their pitiless thunder....
    ©magical_poems

  • ak_anjali_daydreamzz 12w

    #journal#wod #pod #3amc
    All Rights Reserved
    23 July 2021 1.55 pm
    #alliteration #ak_alliterations #ak_prose


    22nd Winter Waning
    31st Snowflake Melted
    16th Hour Draining

    Still miles to go before I sleep ~
    ~ a poet lost in autumns of past


    When it's 3 am and you can't sleep because past keep playing like a broken record in your mind, hues of crimson heartbreaks keep swirling in your veins, keeping you up all night, ears straining to accept the mysterious symphony of silence and eyes boaring into burning charcoal flames over the night sky...all you wish is to screech aloud into the dark entity consuming the world - like a cicadas in crisis.

    Snowflower, do you remember ? You were once a nightingale enchanting Aurora and serenading Selene. You were the only voice of hope while light slowly slips into waves of time. Your songs bewitched blossom buds to awake and dance, smiling into the zephyr. Your echoes waltzed through the giggling and glistening spring stream. 

    // When did the dark shadow trap your whimsical wings ? When did the nightmares embrace your serene silhouettes ? When did your hopeblooms wilt and wither into the awaiting tenebrous terrains ? //

    Today, the past froze the almighty time, as I sweeped the cobwebs in my secret shelf. Timestamps on letters felt like tombstones on the graveyard of memories. My words were covered in pastel shades of pain. Lilac daydreams, creamy hope, lemon yellow worries, grass-green glee, baby blue wishes, rosy reveries, sandalwood secrets, orange lily desires we're all riding the turquoise tranquil waves. 

    And those pictures, stolen life in still sceneries. You were embraced by thirty shades of love, holding hands with sixty-six sunflowers, smiling with forty clovers and kissing twelve full moons. The galaxy was glittering while you were in slumber on shooting stars. You've wished upon a field on dandelions in a forlorn forest and have danced in the rain to the beat of euphoria.

    Your verses still glow in this dark days like firefly in the night, still scent the petrichor of past rain. And these journals are waiting for you to adorn their  ivory sleeves with maroon metaphors and scarlet similes. 

    You're not a cicadas in chaos, you're not a cypress trailing cacophony, you're not a cyclone destroying love.
    You're a blue Iris of benevolence, a demure dandelion of daydreams, a delightful dahlia of forelsket, a mesmerizing magnolia of meraki.
    You're a timeless nightingale with charming wings of change.

    | You're a poet... a pure one in that
    Neither you have a rebirth of cicadas
    Nor an afterlife of cherry blossom
    All you have is this life, all you ever need is now
    Pen all you want to, let passion burn all your pain |


    I loved you, love you and will always love you ~
    ~ a poet seeking hiraeth in halcyon days

    ©ak_anjali_daydreamzz

    Thank you so much for EC ��

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    Your verses still glow in this dark days like firefly in the night, still scent the petrichor of past rain. And these journals are waiting for you to adorn their  ivory sleeves with maroon metaphors and scarlet similes. 

    You're not a cicadas in chaos
    You're not a cypress trailing cacophony
    You're not a cyclone destroying love

    You're a blue Iris of benevolence
    A demure dandelion of daydreams
    A delightful dahlia of forelsket
    A mesmerizing magnolia of meraki

    You're a timeless nightingale with charming wings of change

    | You're a poet... a pure one in that
    Neither you have a rebirth of cicadas
    Nor an afterlife of cherry blossom
    All you have is this life, all you ever need is now
    Pen all you want to, let passion burn all your pain |

    ©ak_anjali_daydreamzz

  • rahul_govindan 12w

    "To a cremator like me, death isn't strange"
    Elflock minds composed a melody of wail, I
    Ignited them to the questions of money.

    Habitual chants I hear, now for me,
    Questions I ignited replied me with its action,
    Previous state of my existence, found its answer.

    I asked for food and they gave me water,
    Tossed up coin found no three choices,
    With milk and ghee, they're washing me now.

    Toes were tied, they found no more travel,
    Lamp near my head, to light my untold path,
    Sprinkled my body, to wake up my ended soul.

    Unburnt sins flew to Ganges, found no place,
    Previous state of my existence, found its answer.
    Eyes of people are filled with tears,
    Many dried up even before kissing the ground.

    The death soul of me, suffers from uhtceare,
    Before waking up in the dawn of reincarnation.

    "To a cremator like me, death isn't strange"

    - G Rahul.

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    #ardentreader #3amc #death

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