128 posts
  • nocturnal_enigma 13w

    * 27.10.2021; 11.37 P.M (Malaysia)

    #Enough #Money #Stop #Count #RunOut #Water #Spend #Lavish

    * The word Enough here, has 2 different meanings.

    * #simile #wod @miraquill

    * Korean word 그만해 Geumanhae = Stop; Enough

    #ConcretePoetry #Concrete #Poetry #NuEmConcrete

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    Enough! ~


    Stop counting the money!
    Because it's never enough!

    Run out like water; That's money!
    Stop spending lavishly; Not enough!


    © Nuruliffa Emirah
    @ nocturnal_enigma

  • wine_mirrors 14w

    #haynaku this is what peak performance looks like ��

    Also qualifies as a #concrete poem because it looks like a sombrero (very relevant i know)

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    Is a
    Haynaku, i guess

  • iqujiger 20w

    #CONCRETE ....#POETRY...
    While the whole #garden remains under
    #Hustle and bustle
    But some #flowers are# crying with #agony

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    Inside the garden of facinating
    Delicate cascades of aimless
    Bird Chripings full of melodious
    Rose petals dancing in the flurry

    Have you ever seen
    Some flowers were taking
    Their last sips of breath
    Some helpless flowers
    ,fallen ,crashed by the
    Temporarily kises and false
    Love .
    Hopeless: rising again and again
    for upliftment
    From the gusty winds
    But it also sneers them
    ,,Lifts them up ,throws down again
    Under the cruel footsteps of time .
    They see everyone with the restless
    Eyes,but no one even touches their
    Deteriorated physique
    They perish under the shadows
    Of shyness
    But never ever bear to undergo
    The another trust fall .
    PAIN ,,

  • his_aesthetic_ink 20w

    We all ended up knitting
    concrete poetry for temporary
    emotions without realising heart
    is made of glass...


  • smartsam 20w

    More than world!

    Love you darl
    I whole soul!
    Prime you as
    target except all!

    Care for you sweetheart
    as tender as feather new!
    Pure you me love and always
    as fresh as dew!

    Love you more than
    whole world together
    really not lie!
    Cherish you more than world
    & true to you so
    much as to I!


  • pallavi4 20w

    Honey Pot

    Golden drops in me reside
    Like the molten sunshine
    From the wings of burden
    Sweetness I wholly imbibe

    Fragrant, viscous and saccharine
    I encase it in loving and warm arms
    Waiting patiently for the day to come
    When I’m refilled with syrup from farms
    My glassy interiors reflect the said gold
    Nectar of the gods till essentially blinded
    My rounded form is fragile yet not feeble
    By fluttering bees I am usually surrounded
    A wooden dipper is my best friend and we
    Often spend our time together in peace
    He shovels the gilded, glorious honey
    Till it’s existence finally happens to cease
    From cakes, cookies, milk and bread
    I wait to coat things in silky sweetness
    I wait for my plastic top to release
    The glow of the honey’s uniqueness

  • stevenbates 20w

    #concrete #wod. I can’t draw….

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    Middle finger

    Really cared
    What others
    Thought about me

    Middle fingers to the haters

  • _jainvj_ 20w

    T h e C a n d l e's T a l e

    in desire you
    light me up,
    I spark up your
    w o r l d m y w i c k
    unites the woken
    world with
    world of dreams in the shadow
    of midnight sky of blue h u e s
    scintillating twilight,peek in
    the mid m e l t e d wax shielding
    my w i c k . Heavenly aromatic
    scents surround you as a quilt
    give up a l l y o u r foreboding
    hopes as I let myself d o w n for
    you, dive right in, it's the time
    of quietude. J u s t cherish my
    soul and heart, for I live a short
    life, uncertain enough, it takes
    just one breath of yours, to end
    whole t a l e of my delicate life.

  • kingdomdelight 20w

    God is Love

    S E E K I N G


  • faisal_hussain_haqqani_ 20w

    . Oh!
    peace for
    what reasons
    do you still desire
    to rule! Even the
    crepuscule is setting
    down without peace
    Come, leave the reality and
    lets live the fantasies

    #wod #concrete #cessreposts

    Crepuscule: sunset, twilight

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    Oh! Gracious peace for what reasons do you still desire to rule!
    Even the crepuscule is setting down without peace

    Come, leave the reality and lets live the fantasies

  • ak_anjali_daydreamzz 20w

    #concretepoetry #ensnarec
    #concrete #ak_concrete 3

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    10 Sept 2021 3.13 pm

    I wanted to try ಥ_ಥ
    It's a TOMB which I intended to resemble shape of a CAGE

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    ⚘// To Rest in Peace

    ing heart 
    ~ ensnared ~
    within the bars of time
    only to succumb to the walls of
    ed,↑ ↓ the
    free tomb
    last ston
    //At -e//
    Miles of skeletoned sin buried in this vastness.
    To find a piece of rock and dig a six feet tall pit
    itself is a trouvaille. And the specks of life/lifel
    -ess reunite with the earthly dust. Only for the s
    -till alives to stick a label on the ground in bolds.
    || ||
    || REST IN PEACE ||
    || ||
    Do they really rest in peace ? Do the wind not ti
    ckle tombs ? Then again the poet ponders over
    the necessity of a roof for the disintegrated bon 
    -ehouses. Or else the dead meat would still beco
    -me the prey of vultures. Even corpse-butterflies
    feed on sinful blood and flesh without remorse.
    Do they not deserve a fr
    -ee glimpse of the sky fi
    -nally ? Do t hey really ne
    -ed to be hid -den again, i
    -nspite of hi -ding behind
    masks while being alive ?
    Where is rest in the midst of eerie creepy howls
    etching nightmares on feeble minds ? Where is p
    -eace, amongst the wandering souls who lost ke
    -ys to the promised heaven (or hell) only to be tr-
    -apped in foggy realm of light veils n darkcloaks?
    The poet never found peace in an ounce of pain alive, will death
    bestow a bouquet of solace in the grave of lexicons ? Maybe the
    the poet should purge the pain in the embers of burning dreams
    To dissolve in the air of forlorn and embrace the skies of freedom

    ⚘...at last...⚘


  • thisiselle 20w

    Writing Prompt

    "Did you really not see it,
    Or were you just too scared to look?"

    Surely, you had to have seen the light go out in his eyes
    At some point;
    Had to have heard his asks for you to stop,
    Just let it go!
    But you've always held on to things tighter than others.
    That is obvious from the bruises you've left on your own arms
    Just from crossing them.
    You have to learn others boundaries,
    As you've asked them to do of yours.
    You cannot allow yourself to be the people you're running from.
    Exhale that guilt that you feel from wrongdoings you could not control.
    Let yourself find peace and in doing so,
    Cease bringing misery to the lives of others.
    You preach kindness and compassion,
    So you've got to be willing to pass it on in the direction
    Of any name whom asks you to reach for it.


  • summermoon 20w


    To fail in
    real time is
    a gift and
    a curse, falling
    bleeding, crying,
    embarrassed and
    emboldened to move
    backwards in order to
    get back up and try again

  • anthonyhanible 20w

    Concrete Breakers

    Mad cause we're so close
    Mad cause we're so happy
    So they're grabbing all the tools
    They need to break us up
    Those Haters
    Those fake friends
    Those Concrete Breakers

  • writergirl_inks 20w


    Broken and beaten we lay
    Amidst smiles of worldly fray
    Forever drowning in doom & dismay
    Showing momentary signs of being okay
    Dragging ourselves out of human parquet
    Dwelling with demons our mind purvey
    | |
    | |
    Faces masked like poker play
    Looking for signs of loves display
    Somehow existing without soul a cliché
    Haven’t I told you I am such a segue


  • dinma_write 28w

    Tell me
    Do tell me

    Is this the part?
    Where the world moves so slow
    The stars in her eyes dying

    Is this the part?
    Where they get painful flashbacks
    The colors in their fingers fading into nothing

    Is this the part?
    Where my chest hurts
    Where my lungs are on fire
    Where my toes getting colder

    Is this the part?
    Where the lights gets dimmer
    Where the darkness overrides him
    Tell me
    Do tell us

    Is this the part?
    We have a glimpse of Euphoria
    Is this the part?
    We all
    Drown again...

  • nivey14 31w

    @miraquill @writersnetwork
    #wov7 #art #concrete #niv_concrete

    @writersnetwork Thanks you so much for the read and ❤

    My concrete is of quarter half of a sun bestowing it's light over the tree below..!
    Sorry for this lame, I just modified a draft written back in last year. ����
    I heard someone calling me ��
    Loud, isn't it an useless tree. ��
    On spring day to give thee ��
    Of none a fruit I bear on me. ��
    just few yellow leaves fall ��
    For the soul within you ��
    to crawl. But why you ��
    still look all round ��
    Yet searching for ��
    the garden ��
    -town. ��
    �� ��

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    Don' t you come here for shade ;
    On sunny days for sun you hate.
    So,next time too will you still.....
    Disagree and say.......................
    Isn't it the useless tree...?? ........

    ©nivey14 | June 20, 2021

  • ak_anjali_daydreamzz 31w

    @miraquill @writersnetwork #miraquill #writersnetwork
    #art #wod #pod #wov7 #ak_wov #concretepoetry #concrete #ak_concrete 2

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    20 June 2021 6.38 pm

    / Happy Father's day /

    [ Inspiration : Martha Graham - “a dancer dies twice — once when they stop dancing, and this first death is the more painful.” and Black swan song by BTS ]

    I tried to do a concrete of a man with wings and his reflection below him ^_^
    Background - Pinus densiflora - Japanese red pine which is my Korean birth flower. It means brave, courageous, 'fidelity' and 'fortitude'.
    It is inverted to symbolise the misfortune of the man below, who is also a father.

    Black Swan ~

    Misfortune tails the shadow of fortunate fate
    Which turned the Zephyr that lifted my wings up
    To become brutal storm that crushed, severed them
    I mourn the death I feared, wings of passion tied to a wheelchair

    Wailing without an echo, screams of silence
    Feet sinking in moist moors mundane, still stuck
    Wings sewed up patchwork, weighing with fright
    Claws I grew to dig on destiny's path and crawl

    Flawless footsteps frozen in life's winter season
    Yet I'm a brave lone pine in suffering snowfall
    Fidelity defines my work and fortitude refines my life
    And when I let go of my fear, flaws kneeled at my perfection

    For art is my legacy, I - father of forsaken dreams
    Can birth resilience to revive whatever I lost
    I have no tether to my blood born by umbilical cord
    But my passion will run in his veins and my two wings will shield his arteries

    •| I've lived my first death, literal death is no more to fear
    I'll strive to death but never quit trying with my head held high |•

    My feathers will guard your fragile fragrance to not diffuse
    My wings will teach you to pin wreaths on the coffin of fear
    - an Ideal Father ( of art, nature and relations )


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  • a_gentilischi 31w

    Wow. Seven days gone in a flash, and it was so much fun. Thank you @writersbay , you make us push our limits! ��✨

    A nature poem from the next century.
    In case you haven't guessed, it's a plastic bottle.
    But the editing messed it up��

    I wanted to delete it, but I guess the message is important, so I'll leave it for now

    ᴸᵒᵒᵏ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠⁱˢʰ
    ᵀʰᵃᵗ ʷᵉ ᶜᵃᵘᵍʰᵗ
    ᵀʰⁱˢ ᵇʳⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵐᵒʳⁿ
    ᵂⁱᵗʰ ˢⁱˡᵛᵉʳ ˢᶜᵃˡᵉˢ
    ᴳʳᵃᵛᵉˡ ᵖᵉᵃʳˡ ᵉʸᵉˢ
    ᴿᵉᶠˡᵉᶜᵗᵉᵈ, ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ
    ᴮᵘʳⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᵍˡⁱᵐᵐᵉʳ
    ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵒᵘʳ ᵗⁱʳᵉˡᵉˢˢ
    ʸᵉᵗ, ʷᵃʳʸ ʰᵉˡⁱᵒˢ
    ᵂʰᵒ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ, ᵉᵛᵉʳ ˡᵒᵛᵉᵈ ᵘˢ
    ᴬᵗ ˡᵉᵃˢᵗ, ⁿᵒᵗ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵒʳⁱᵉˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶠⁱˡˡᵉᵈ ᵐʸ ᶜʰⁱˡᵈʰᵒᵒᵈ

    ᴴᵉ ʰᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵘˢ, ᵈᵉᵃʳ ᵇᵒʸ, ˢⁱⁿᶜᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵃʸ ʷᵉ ʷᵉʳᵉ ʰᵉʳᵉ
    ˢⁱⁿᶜᵉ ʷᵉ ᵇᵘʳⁿᵉᵈ ʰⁱˢ ᵒᶜᵉᵃⁿˢ… ᵗⁱˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵘʳᵗ, ᵉⁿʳᵃᵍᵉᵈ
    ᴺʸᵐᵖʰˢ ᵒᶠ ʰⁱˢ ˢᵉᵃ, ʳᵒˢᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵃʳˢʰ ᵇᵃᵗᵗˡᵉ ᶜʳⁱᵉˢ,
    ᴬʳᵐᵉᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᶜʸᶜˡᵒⁿᵉˢ.. ᶜʳᵘᵉˡ ᶜᵘʳʳᵉⁿᵗˢ.. ᶜᵒⁿᶜʰ ʰᵒʳⁿˢ
    ᴹⁱᵍʰᵗʸ ʷᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ʷʳᵃᵗʰ: ᵍʳᵉᵃᵗ ʷᵃᵛᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗˢᵘⁿᵃᵐⁱˢ
    ᵀʰᵃᵗ ˢʷᵃˡˡᵒʷᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᵃʳᵗʰ, ᵈʳᵒʷⁿᵉᵈ ʳⁱᶜʰ ᵏⁱⁿᵍᵈᵒᵐˢ
    ᵀⁱˡˡ ᶜᵉⁿᵗᵘʳⁱᵉˢ ᵖᵃˢˢᵉᵈ, ᵃⁿᵈ ʷᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ᵉⁿᵉᵐⁱᵉˢ ⁿᵒ ᵐᵒʳᵉ
    ᴮᵘᵗ ʷᵉ ᵃʳᵉⁿ'ᵗ ᵇᵒˢᵒᵐ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈˢ ⁿᵒʷ, ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵘⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵐᵉⁿ
    ᵂᵉ ˡⁱᵛᵉ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ ˢᵏʸ…. ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ ʳᵉᵈ ᶠˡᵃᵐᵉˢ.

    ᴰᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ᵈᵉˢᵒˡᵃᵗᵉ ᵗᵃˡᵉˢ, ˢʷᵉᵉᵗ ᵈᵃᵘᵍʰᵗᵉʳ
    ᴸᵉᵗ'ˢ ᵍᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠⁱˢʰ, ᶠʳʸ ⁱᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵍᵃʳⁿⁱˢʰ ⁱᵗ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖˡᵃᵗᵗᵉʳ
    ᴰᵉˡⁱᶜⁱᵒᵘˢ ˢᵃˡᵐᵒⁿ ᶠᵒʳ ᵐʸ ʷᵒⁿᵈᵉʳᶠᵘˡ ʸᵒᵘⁿᵍ ᵉˣᵖˡᵒʳᵉʳˢ
    ᵂʰᵒ ᵗᵒⁱˡᵉᵈ ᵃˡˡ ᵈᵃʸ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍʳᵉᵃˢʸ ᵈᵃʳᵏ ʳⁱᵛᵉʳ'ˢ ʷᵃᵗᵉʳˢ.
    ᵂʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒⁿⁱᵒⁿˢ, ᵃⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵐᵃᵐᵃⁿ'ˢ ᶠᵃᵛᵒᵘʳⁱᵗᵉ
    ˢᵃᵘᶜᵉ? ᴸᵉᵗ ᵘˢ ᵃˡˡ ˢᵘʳᵖʳⁱˢᵉ ʰᵉʳ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵒᵘʳ ᶠʳᵉˢʰ ᵗʳᵉᵃᵗˢ.
    ʸᵉˢ ᵈᵉᵃʳ, ᵍᵉᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠⁱˢʰ ʳᵉᵃᵈʸ ᵂʰᵃᵗ? ᵀʰᵉ ˢᵗⁱᶜᵏʸ ˢᵗᵘᶠᶠ?
    ᴼʰ. ᵀʰᵃᵗ'ˢ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵖˡᵃˢᵗⁱᶜ, ʰᵃᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ⁿᵒᵗ ˢᵉᵉⁿ ⁱᵗ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ?
    ᴵᵗ'ˢ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸʷʰᵉʳᵉ, ᵐʸ ᶜʰⁱˡᵈʳᵉⁿ, ⁿᵒᵗ ʲᵘˢᵗ ⁱⁿˢⁱᵈᵉ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵍˢ
    ᵀʰᵃᵗ ʷᵉ ᵇᵘʸ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ˢᵗᵒʳᵉˢ & ᵗʰʳᵒʷ ⁱⁿ ᵃ ᵍᵃʳᵇᵃᵍᵉ ᶜᵃⁿ
    ᴵᵗ'ˢ ⁱⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶠᵒᵒᵈ, ⁿᵒᵗ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵒᵘᵗˢⁱᵈᵉ, ⁿᵒᵗ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵃᵍᵒ.
    ᴵᵗ'ˢ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᵃʳᵗʰ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵉᵃ, ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵏʸ, ⁱᵗ'ˢ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸʷʰᵉʳᵉ
    ᴬⁿᵈ ᵐᵒˢᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵃˡˡ… ⁱⁿˢⁱᵈᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵐᵉ, ⁱⁿ ᵒᵘʳ ⁿᵃᵗᵘʳᵉ
    ᴮᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᵒⁿᶜᵉ ⁿᵃᵗᵘʳᵉ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵘˢ, ᵇᵘᵗ ʷᵉ ᵈᵉᶜⁱᵈᵉᵈ ⁿᵒᵗ
    ᵀʳⁱᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ⁿᵃᵗᵘʳᵉ, ᵃⁿᵈ ⁿᵒʷ ʷᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ʳᵉᵃᵈʸ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ


    Written rights : ©a_gentilischi

    @miraquill @writersnetwork @writersbay
    #mirakee #writersnetwork #writersbay
    #wov7 #concrete #pollution #plastic
    #future #save #savetheocean #duty
    #nature #prediction #thoughts

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  • _gk_07 31w

    --------- C O N C R E T E P O E M --------

    I gaped at forest trees with misty pearls
    of dew, on velvety ground of green hue.

    My soul rooted to its deep verdant sea
    with harmonized air of love and serenity.

    My ears heard a lullaby by leaves, from
    womb of peace and art of heal to open wounds of oblivion shards of heart.

    Sunbeams falling over the leaves,
    radiates warmth of air.

    Murmur of water and floating clouds
    across the sky, tranquilizes every emotion.

    Memories of beautiful heritage and weathers
    delight, with mellow winds and refreshening
    whiff, enthralling every soul.

    All I felt is the subtle vibe of nature with mystique magnetism, directing our lives.

    #wov7 #nature @miraquill @writersnetwork @writersbay #concrete #art

    To check my previous submission to challenge by @writersbay at #gk_wov

    (~ I tried concrete poem for the first time.)

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