#Lost

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  • giridhar1529 2d

    I have lost you again in a place,we once called home...
    and this time it was for real...

    ©giridhar1529

  • the_world_is_unknown 2d

    An analysis :

    I left my home few months ago, the home which was definition to my lexicon, which was shelter to my freezing tears, POETRY.
    I had picked up my scattered thoughts at a time when I was too immature to describe a rainbow as an Aristotle's art. But I met some souls, who showed me how beautiful poetry was, how beautiful it felt to reflect yourself with those words.
    My hands started to write again, but this time it was for this delicate heart, for this rigid mind. Admirers of poetry supplied ink to this mind, which just wandered for some doses of vitamins of emotions.
    Not too long ago, these hands felt tired of the chaos all around. This mind was not able to portray the anxiety within. This heart was throbbing in those sleepless nights when even the ink felt shy to reflect the emotions of this heart.
    To make my heart and mind free from this shame, I left my home. The souls made my heart feel stronger and now it was throbbing with a new hope.
    But, the hands weren't free enough to just embrace again the rusting lexicon. But when the world went down worshipping goddesses, the hands wrote four lines of poetry. My mind was calm, my heart wanted to feel the rainbow again. But for short did it last, uncertainties made this heart again uneasy. Fear of losing someone, made this mind colourless and again with the world coming on track, I had to leave again.

    Those scented papers, the rusted lexicon, the monochromatic ink and that pulmonary poetry ; all lie in silence in the room where once this heart used to giggle at the mind's misery and the mind used to shut it up by blocking some arteries.

    Something that I loved is left chocking in the vapours of isolation.

    I thought love would last forever. I was wrong.

    ~the_world_is_unknown


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    Bye :-)
    #end #wod #pod #mirakee #writersnetwork #ceesreposts #poetry #lost

    @miraquill @writersnetwork

    @fromwitchpen @heartsease I wrote :-)

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    Analysis

    Scented papers, rusted lexicon, monochromatic ink and pulmonary poetry,
    All are lost in the anatomically hypothetical questions of existence.
    ©the_world_is_unknown

  • slaughtered_heart 2d

    I never knew him so close, yet I looked upto him for everything, I never had a friendly conversation yet he was always there for my ups and downs, I thought I feared him until I learnt it was the respect I had for him. I was never always with him yet living a life without him feels so painful.. I never prayed to God yet I curse him everyday for taking my love away from me. I never believed in love until his departure left an untreatable hole in my heart.I never realised I loved him until he was gone.
    I thought love would last forever, I was wrong...

    ©slaughtered_heart

  • shivangissharma 3d

    I loved you enough to unlove you !!!
    ©shivangissharma

  • jigyasha_ 3d

    Tried writing a rap type poem for the song "deathbed".. #rap #music #inspiration #heartbreak #love #lost

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    For ones who were left.

    You wished those blinding lights do not ever fade away
    the stars on the roof, they were gonna make him stay

    Cz the harder that you cried the lesser you do show
    And the smell of him in shirts will never let him go

    You stay there in the sheets holding closer to your chest
    But gone is he forever and you're broken to the best

    Living like this for eternity has hollowed you slowly
    And nothingness from corners has eaten you thoroughly

    You sitting on his chair rocking like he did and cried
    Only emptiness in heart heck the tears they were dried

    There's a hole in that chest will never fill you know it
    No happiness surrounds you and Neither do you show it

    Heart slowed down and the beats, you cant hear it
    And what the fuck is life you not wishing to bear it

    I live in your heart he said when he was going
    And you got now machines to make your blood keep flowin

    Hah look at you now your reflection satired
    Brain now frozen amd heart is now so tired

    Yes youve got nothing to make you stay
    Cz he gone forever, he is gone far away

    So you tryna sleep and sleep as you cry
    And the breathes of your life.. ohh you've Let it die..



    Dont stay awake for too long
    Dont go to bed
    Ill make a cup of coffee for your head
    Ill get you up and goin out of bed.....


    ©jigyasha_

  • the_healer_idealist 4d

    Who is this person looking at me in the mirror?
    Is this supposed to be...me?
    She is beautiful as she has always been
    Yes it feels like my skin,
    But in her eyes, I see sadness...I see fear...
    I see...everything but me.

    They told me to always expect change-
    That sometimes life turns out ways I wouldn't expect
    They told me, sometimes things happen
    That might alter my entire reality.

    Is this someone my life used to know?
    Because this...does not feel like me.
    I can't find Demetrious.
    Where did she go?
    ©the_healer_idealist

  • giridhar1529 4d

    I'm happy to delve into the past,
    even if it is to just find out where,we went wrong...

    ©giridhar1529

  • john_a 5d

    Pain

    My physical injuries didn't make me sleep
    My emotional scars tore my peace...
    I am in between death and life....
    I found myself all alone...

    ©john_a

  • skimmed_milk 5d

    Lost at Sea and A Boat

    You showed me a picture,
    A picture of you standing by the seashore ,
    You were turned away from the camera,
    Looking into the sea,
    Lost in thought,
    Looking in the direction of a sailboat,
    Half anchored by the shore,
    You told me ,
    "I was on the beach that day,
    Letting her go,
    Reflecting on memories of it all,
    Letting her go".

    It has been years ,
    I went to the beach ,
    Last weekend,
    I saw the same picturesque,
    The sand half picture of it ,
    The sea half picture of it ,
    I saw a similar sailboat,
    Half anchored on the shore,


    My Heart told me ,
    " It's your que ,
    To let go ,
    To let go of him ".

    I was quite for most of the time
    On the beach that evening,
    I stood still,
    As the waves washed my feet ,
    And as the winds blew on my face,
    Staring into the sunset,
    I took it all in.

    To me that instance was ,
    Letting go ,
    With every wave that washed ,
    I told memories Good Bye,
    I told You part of Me ,
    "Good bye ".

    I walked off from the shore,
    I walked off without a second look behind ,
    Walked more lighter at heart,
    With a leap in my step,
    And a smile on my face .
    My heart said,
    "It's okay,
    You are okay,
    My love ,
    You are going to be AOkay".

    ©skimmed_milk

  • syama_ 5d

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    y ~what is the meaning of~ I don't remember
    z ~ what is the meaning of~ I don't remember

    and i don't remember anything.....

    ©syama_

  • benevolentsoulhealer 1w

    The World As It Is

    Everybody has something to say, yet we’re all quiet.
    We just sit on our phones. Trapped. Never looking up.
    Every day we miss the most important things. Us.
    We all pray blindly. Put faith in something unknown.
    We only look up at tragedy. Sadness. Regret.

    And this is now the way it will be.

    Humans are becoming something other than natural.
    Every fibre, every atom is screaming at us to change.
    We, as a society, unknowingly fight back on them.
    All of us are going back in time to uncultured.
    We are a society, no longer a community.

    Friends. Strangers. Regret. Repeat.

    Virtually fighting for change. Stay still. Do nothing.
    Petitions and posts and polls and pictures. Barely alive.
    People are rallying against each other. Protests.
    We are drowning in the virtual world. Blue light.
    Stay still, don’t move, and you’re still overreacting.

    Click. Like. Follow. Repost. Repeat.

    People wish and hope for any miracle. They are lost.
    Suspended in mid air. Misguided beliefs. Cloudy.
    Everyone speaks of peace. Long ago, time passed.
    Gone are the days of past hardships. But not quite.
    Technology embraces us like we embrace it. Hugs.

    Hug. Lost. Peace. Gone.

    We miss the beauty of nature. Pass by without glance.
    The lush green trees and grass and blue sky. Gone.
    We don’t notice the simple luxuries. Simple life. Gone.

    You’ve lost the world as it is.

    #world #lost #losing #pain #truth

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    The World As It Is

    We miss the beauty of nature. Pass by without glance.
    The lush green trees and grass and blue sky. Gone.
    We don’t notice the simple luxuries. Simple life. Gone.

    You’ve lost the world as it is.
    ©benevolentsoulhealer

  • poetic_myth101 1w

    Forgiving Sins

    Little is the man who can trust while being in the dark
    And as he continues to think with his heart
    He becomes trapped in a life of wrongs
    Not knowing that with some logic he would of seen the truth
    And as he looks up with screams of request for God
    To forgive him for he has strayed from that path which was set before
    And as his hands are raised in surrender he request
    That God may bless him once again to find his path once more
    Knowing very well what he deserves
    Remembering all that he has broken all that he has hurt
    While his enemies await in the woods like wolves ready to kill its prey
    He cries of hatred for himself and of shame for his past
    While he isolates himself in pain knowing that this is the only punishment
    As he looks up knowing that in one day he'll be free
    And will face those wolves bit not as one but as a lion
    A new stronger person ready to make amends for his past
    ©poetic_myth101

  • thoughtsraw_915 1w

    Are these two options to choose from
    Or
    Notions which should co-exist within a person

    #heart #lost @writersnetwork @miraquill

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    Heart ♥️

    A soft heart is one filled with innocence , overflowing with compassion, caring and supportive in every possible instance.

    A hard heart would be one which sheilds off every possible emotion disruptive to the person; whether negative or positive in nature, veils a weak person from Intense psychological circumstances.

    ©thoughtsraw_915

  • meline18_hk 1w

    Deluded by the
    mirage of your love
    I deserted myself.


    ©meline18_hk

  • lady_macbeth___ 1w

    Nothing

    In a distance a girl stood,
    Wailing
    Her eyes were red as a
    Summer day sun
    Her tears could fill a
    Drought stuck Ganges
    She was barely alive
    I could sense her longing breath
    The moment our eyes met
    She told me a story of unending denial
    A tale of catastrophic significance
    I wept and wept
    But she stopped me
    "They did" she murmured
    "They did" her voice resonated
    Her words carved a hole of perdition in me
    Even in the deepest of deep nights
    I could hear her voice
    Her pitiful stature
    And yet I did nothing
    So do we all.
    ©lady_macbeth___

  • hafisha98 1w

    Lost bird's Searchs' in hopeless world..
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    Till confused what I want ,what I find ..for what?
    Have so many questions without answers that we can't find easily.. ��
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    Keep support @hafisha98
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    Thanks to @miraquill
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    #love #fakelove #thoughts #mypoem #life #lost #hopeless #quote #writersnetwork #miraquill

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    words of troubled love !!
    Pains of a broken heart !!
    Dissolved tears !!
    Countless thoughts
    In me - how do I tell
    In the world - I as a loser
    In a world where there is no truth..!

    ©hafisha98

  • strange_friend 1w

    Today, I may be an empty vessel,
    but, what do i believe
    Tomorrow or day after tomorrow
    I'll,
    I'll pour some nectar.
    ©strange_friend

  • liepa_malijauskaite 1w

    The forest of souls
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    I once believed a tale of a forest,
    The one that's close to home,
    That there were lonely people,
    Searching for what they had lost.

    It said that once it's dark outside,
    One shouldn't go that path,
    As one of souls there flying,
    Could think that your their lost.

    But if that path for finding,
    For what you think you had,
    Then maybe what the dark is hiding,
    Are only souls that are feeling sad.

    So if you find the forest of souls,
    Be brave and go that path,
    As darkness sometimes,
    Hides not only the bad.

    ©liepa_malijauskaite

  • b_gotti 4w

    Tragically Forsaken

               She wears my role like a crown, I watch her ascend. When, while it was mine, we all nearly drown. In the end, I couldn't face putting my son in the ground. So ashes to ashes we all fall down. 

               Into the madness I boldly go. Yes I am a crazy bitch, but this you already know. I am told my reality is not, but a glitch . My kindness for weakness the final blow. Dealing with the cards I have been dealt has given me a twitch. So to cope With emotions I flipped the switch.

                Cold as ice, it is now time to think twice. Emotions now gone my tongue will surely slice. Like a knife straight to the heart, it will rip you apart. The will to care dead from the start. Misery shoots out from my very existence like a dart.

                I see the pain i should feel and try to remain sane, but inside my brain is a black stain. Where nothing is gained. Just darkness scattered by the rain. My emotions stay detained waiting for any control I can regain then actually retain.

                Hours to days then days to weeks. When I finally clear the haze, my outlook is bleak. The ones who are around me seem dazed and weak. Obviously, a battle's been fought and not without high cost. Surrender was sought, but now I am just lost. To the wind caution was tossed.

                 Now alone I stand in my own blood. Blood that soaked the land until nothing is left but dirty red mud. 

                 Nobody to care. Nobody who would dare love the girl with a devoided blank stare. Nobody to see inside she's bare but they also miss how, honestly, her courage is rare as is her persistence against despair. 

                  When all is said and all is done I will have to answer for all of the blood. It will be me who is to answer for the death of my son, and it will not matter how many horrific battles I have won. My judgment at the end of days will come down to the perception, of only one.  

                  My faith is broken from too many times of him ignoring the desperate prayers I have spoken. I can not make myself believe all the words in the Bible because, it's man who wrote them. So the fires of hell are waiting for me. Listen. Even now I hear my demons stoke them. It was always going to end that way it is not like I provoked them.

                   Since birth I have always felt forsaken. All happiness in my life is eventually taken. By God's will, or was it really satans? Inside my self was the only place I have ever felt strength in. Turns out, that is the place I went when my mind was breaking. Though even there I could feel my soul shaking and feel all the immense pain my body was in.

                   Could his evil have truly found me when I was the young age of 3? If so, where was God's love then to save me? Why has it never found me or set me free? 

                   As I feel satans horn push deeper inside, he stays astride. I know there is not a place on earth I can hide. I can not help but wish, I'd never been born. That way I'd have never felt my soul being torn or hold the knowledge that due to my scars, It's my dead child I'll always mourn. Who's to decide if I should stay alive? What if the guy with the crown of thorns never meant for me to survive? 

                   Until fate decides what is to be my destiny, here I will remain faithful to my misery. Living a life of banditry. Aggressively rejecting what was never meant for me. Forever seeking the love and peace promised to me, by the very same one who forgot it was he, that was supposed to save me. 


    Somebody please set me free.

    ©b_gotti

  • anitha_tammana 1w

    Loosing

    Need a courage to accept the lost of family member...
    Few bitter truths want to forget, but couldn't...