554 posts
  • swayambhu 1w

    Good girl gigglingly gave great gestures

    While wicked woman was wasting water

  • swayambhu 1w

    Indeed I is Infinity

    When we work wisely without wasting

  • samswan 2w


    Unveiling from the carpet of leaves, pure as divinity monochromatic JANUARY'S JASMINE a gift of serenity.

    Drenched in little drizzle of unpredictable month
    the hues of FEBRUARY'S FREESIA smile for once.

    Spring has come to our threshold
    Sweet zephyr rushes as MARCH holds MARIGOLD.

    Dancing with the music of sun light
    Fairy lavender APRIL'S ASTER shines so bright.

    Whispering birds in the shade of numb trees
    play with MAY'S MIMOSA sailing with the breeze.

    The dripping sweat, quench for calm water
    JUNE JONQUIL upright as plinth, summer's daughter.

    Hefty cries of storms and somnolent flood, when night
    comes through JULY'S JABOROSA stretches its might.

    Obliterating stained face from past's, from valley
    of weeds to garden comes AUGUST ALYSSUM'S gallery.

    Yellow is the colour of happiness for all poor and rich
    Gazing right into sun, SEPTEMBER'S SUNFLOWER pitch.

    Shedding their skin, worn out weather and leaves
    all skeletal, OCTOBER'S ORCHIDS form jars of fragrances.

    Love in a mist, bees flattering the petals
    Novels of NOVEMBER bookmarks NIGELLA settles.

    Not the end, but the beginning of new
    Butterflies scout on DECEMBER'S DAHLIA, flew.

    #flowers @mirakee #wod #pod #alliteration #ceesreposts
    PC: to the rightful owner
    The show must go on....
    Flower show on the face of the Earth!

    @writersnetwork THANKYOU soooo much for showering your love, for the consecutive reposts��❤

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  • jazbat 3w

    ख़ाली हाथ

    भूखे भोले भरमाए बेचारे
    बदनसीब बेअक़्ल सारे
    चालक चतुर चांडाल भी
    हैं सारे तक़दीर के मारे
    घूम रहे हैं हाथ फैलाए
    कुछ सच्चे कुछ झूठे हाथ
    करते कारस्तानी कभी तो
    कभी दिखाते ख़ूब मिज़ाज
    जैसी जिसकी जेब है दिखती
    जब जैसी जगह है मिलती
    वैसे दिखलाते जज़्बात
    कभी चाहे कभी अनचाहे
    कुछ हैं जो भर देते हाथ ।
    Ranjana B.(3/4/21)

  • biswajitdev 3w

    // Water of past passes away
    Bridge of love stands by
    Hold my hand to venture
    across bridge of love towards future //

    Dear voyagers of the Universe,
    Drop a ❤ if you feel so within the verse.
    Feel free to convey your suggestions, they're precious to me. #bridgec
    ** Nature has created a serene serendipity, seems like a chimerical dream
    Lighting up the valleys, winsome wildflowers gleam.
    Bedecked with snowdrops glistening by winter sun, splendour of bridge to behold
    Eternal rendezvous of two souls born apart, ecstatic romance yet to unfold.

    Bridge entwines two souls with knot of faith by bridging voids in between
    Ready for venture towards future above raging river of past reflecting myriads of memories scream.
    Building bridge of love so strong that no incoming avalanche can break
    Blessed to be bonded with vow of love that no calamity can shake.

    // Water of past passes away
    Bridge of love stands by
    Hold my hand to venture
    across bridge of love towards future // **

    * GLOSSARY :-
    Serene - Peaceful, Serendipity - Unexpected blessings or good luck, Chimerical - Unreal & Unlikely to happen, Winsome - Attractive, Gleam - Shine bright, Bedecked - Decorated, Glisten - Shine, Splendour - Beauty or Magnificent, Behold - See which is remarkable, Eternal - Immortal, Rendezvous - Meeting place, Ecstatic - Joyful, Unfold - Open out, Entwine - Twist together, Bridging - Connecting, Void - Empty space, Venture - Riskful Journey, Raging - Violent, Myriads - Many, Scream - Loud cry, Avalanche - Flood, Vow - Solemn Promise, Calamity - Disaster *

    @mirakee @writersnetwork @writersbay @writerstolli

    #BridgeOfLove #Bridge #Nature #Serene #Serendipity #Chimerical #Dream #Winsome #Wildflower #Snowdrop #Sun #Splendour #Behold #Eternal #Rendezvous #Soul #Ecstatic #Knot #Romance #Faith #Void #Venture #Future #Past #River #Myriads #Memory #Scream #Avalanche #Calamity #Born #Bond #Water #aquac #Eternityc #Dreamsc #pod #mirakee #wod #writersnetwork #writerstolli #holdhandc #writersbay #ceesreposts #Alliteration

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  • biswajitdev 4w

    Dear Redolent Souls,
    Will you honour me by giving a kind glance on this piece? Any suggestions are heartiest welcome.
    ** Raging tempest, evanescent embers
    In the core of darkness, Will resplendent rainbow replenish colour ?
    Desert of heart craves for your cherubic smile, O' Asphodel Flower
    Loneliness to devour & redolence of Love rises to shower.

    Would you be the nepenthe of love to cure my heart of loneliness? **

    * GLOSSARY :-
    Raging - Violent, Tempest - Uproaring storm or Strong wind, Evanescent - Fading, Embers - Feelings, Emotions, Resplendent - Attractive & Colourful, Replenish - Fill once again, Crave - Strongly desire, Cherubic - Winsome or Lovely, Asphodel - Everlasting, Devour - Wipe out or Destroy, Redolence - Fragrance, Nepenthe - Drug to forget sorrow or suffering *

    @Writersbay @Writersnetwork @mirakee @writerstolli @mirakeeworld

    #nepenthec #writersbay #writersnetwork #writerstolli #mirakee #mirakeeworld #ceesreposts #readwriteunite #Loneliness #Nepenthe #Raging #Tempest #Evanescent #Embers #Darkness #Resplendent #Rainbow #Replenish #Colour #Desert #Heart #Crave #Cherubic #Smile #Asphodel #Flower #Devour #Redolence #Alliteration

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    Raging tempest, evanescent embers
    In the core of darkness, Will resplendent rainbow replenish colour ?
    Desert of heart craves for your cherubic smile, O' Asphodel Flower
    Loneliness to devour & redolence of Love rises to shower.

    Would you be the nepenthe of love to cure my heart of loneliness?


  • thewildflower_charlie 4w


    Knowledge is known to knit the knowing and unknowing facts,


  • thewildflower_charlie 4w


    Some summers smoke in sunshine.


  • a_gentilischi 7w

    100th post! ������
    Thank you for all your love and support!

    @writersnetwork You are love. Thank you! ❤️


    I just wanted to say, that the stories and memories are all around us. We only need it open our eyes and hearts to hear them.


    A hundred autumn leaves would softly whisper and fall
    Crimsons, carmines, russets and sepias in sprawl
    Each worn line and wrinkle a warm and elegant scrawl
    A hundred stories trapped in the timepiece's thrall

    Upon the cracked golden dial, relentless hands turned
    As mighty kingdoms fall and lost loves are spurned
    Dreams are drawn on canvas, white hot hopes are churned
    To make the light of the stars, a hundred souls are burned

    In the face of dawn the skies blush to a dusky rose
    A hundred sated sighs, supine on the wind that blows
    Last night's frantic prayers fading as darkness goes
    Leaving a hundred clouds stained in to colourful prose

    Sirimiri descends, trailing hundred soft wet tears
    Clear salt liquid, made darker with unvoiced fears
    Escaping closed eyes, down cheeks, wet finger lears
    Seeking asylum of the skin, renegade poems pierce

    Carcass purged of hundred dreams, dripping in lye
    While yesterday's yellow primroses shudder and cry
    Their sunshine gold, turned to burnished caramel sky
    As each story lives on, till the stars all die.


    Written rights : ©a_gentilischi

    #rains #bflowerc #wod #pod
    #mirakee #writersnetwork #writersbay
    @mirakee @writersnetwork @writersbay
    #thoughts #life #words #dreams #hope
    #love #alliteration #stories #wnreagent #poetry

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    Hidden Stories



  • ak_anjali_daydreamzz 7w

    @mirakee @writersnetwork #mirakee #writersnetwork #slogan #wod #wildlife #alliteration
    #ak_wn_repost #ak_pod

    2 March 2021 1.30 pm

    Thank you so much for repost ❤️ @writersnetwork
    OMG... This is a huge surprise ! �� Means a lot to me ��
    Thank you so much for POD ❤️ @mirakee

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    Embolden the Endangered life 
    Save and Secure Sanctuaries
    Play on the Harp of Harmony
    Let the Waltz of Wildlife go on


  • ak_anjali_daydreamzz 7w

    @mirakee @writersnetwork #mirakee #writersnetwork
    #moon #wod #alliteration
    1 March 2021 10.40 pm

    Manifestation of Moon

    I planted the seeds of my dreams on a New Moon
    The most auspicious occasion for a new beginning
    The Crescent gave shape to my dreams, forms I could imagine
    I layered the structure of my wings in my mind, the foundation
    Surging ahead, the First Quarter led way to materialize my thoughts
    My paintbrush touched the canvas with the purpose to manifest
    I immersed myself in my activities on the Waxing Moon
    Colors on the spectrum combined with creative streaks
    And the Full Moon came with the results of all my hardships
    The crayons on the canvas was the proof of my vision
    The Waning Moon released all my worries, I let go of my fears
    I realized that all I need in life is the spark to fire and the spheres of light
    I cleanse my mind on the Last Quarter, I have no fears but goals
    That I'll continue to gather my strength and conquer the world
    Now it is the Waxing Crescent, I sit back and ponder my deeds
    I wonder at the grace of creativity and the magic of the moon

    Life is as beautiful as one wants it to be
    Waxing and Waning, from Crescent to Full

    Dare to Dive the Distance from Dreams to Destiny


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    Life is as beautiful as one wants it to be
    Waxing and Waning, from Crescent to Full
    Dare to Dive the Distance from Dreams to Destiny


  • sumana_chakraborty 7w

    Certain conditions couldn't be explained
    Certain chronicles croon too much pain
    Some sadness sediment slowly and stealthily
    A poet's panacea percolates from poem's palate readily
    Silently search some love in heart
    Hate hatred
    Heart hurts ,
    How much hard heal, that hammers havoc.

  • taekook_maknae 7w

    #lame #alliteration #personification #writersbay #writingcontest #creativearena @writersnetwork
    Reposting this again
    Accidentally got deleted it

    Bye bye❤

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  • a_gentilischi 7w

    Recently, I saw someone close to me suffer a stroke. It got me thinking about how fragile our lives are.

    Also, the same word can have a lot of different meanings and connotations.

    "Thirteenth stroke of the clock or "thirteen strikes of the clock" is a phrase, saying, and proverb to indicate that the previous events or "strokes to the clock" must be called into question. This proverb puts forth the notion that if just one of someone's proclamations is wrong, or something of a process is wrong, then the correctness and accuracy of all the previous items is called into question."
    - Wikipedia
    Here, I tried to bring out the idea that life is being questioned all over again.

    2021.03. 01
    Written rights : ©a_gentilischi

    #stroke #alliteration #pod
    #mirakee #writersnetwork
    @mirakee @writersnetwork
    #thoughts #life #words #dreams
    #death #end #youth

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    STROKE :

    Under the relentless glares of the July sun
    The glimmering ocean waves gleefully part
    Clean curves, against powerful lithe limbs
    Of my florid lover's confident breast STROKE

    He's out of the sea, and clambers towards me
    Sand covered golden thighs roughly scraping
    Against my wave splashed blue cotton dress
    As wet fingers tangle in ebony curls to STROKE

    The hours blur in to days, and days to weeks
    And the weeks bleed in to well worn years
    Pristine beaches turn to lone ashen resorts
    And from a distant clock we hear the 13th STROKE

    Warm smile slashed in to a half frozen rictus
    While his wrinkled hands flail out wide in panic
    Followed by fatal fall that rewrites all recognition
    Life's twilight, turned midnight, in a lightening STROKE

    Within your temples deep inside your brain
    Tides of crimson stall at sudden dark impetus
    And, the resplendent temple that your body was once
    Now desecrated and ruined with the touch of a STROKE

  • writer_namz 7w

    The graves which hold the bodies of soldiers who were slaughtered in wars weep bitterly every night as the night narrates the stories of their bravery.
    The graves weep because they are sorry for the soldiers who were very brave and they did not deserve to die at the battlefield.
    Sorry for late post.��


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    Naked nights narrate the
    Grief of graves
    Who weep wearily
    Saying sorry for their slain soldiers.

    - 01/03/2021

  • anvaya 7w

    Oh medieval maiden, mulling
    melancholically by the moonlit lake
    may I know of thy mind's musings or
    mourning of a made mistake?

  • jayceclaymore 7w


    I've seen a scene so scenical like a sinful scenery that can't be an unseen sin with a shiny sheen.

  • bellemoon99 7w


    Sleeplessness slowly slaughters sleepwalkers.

  • angels_halo_shines 7w

    Word Prompt:

    Write a 10 word one-liner on Delicious

    #alliteration #ceesreposts
    #10wordstory #1liner #writersnetwork

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    Delicious delightful dinner, Dining Day is the best day ever.

  • jenaroaragon 12w

    Split in Half

    In a Minnesotan meadow a willow wafted, weeping, broken hearted at the bellow of a bawling baby's bleating.
    The tyranny of tractors clanks, and clatters from the croppers cranks awoke them both, no please or thanks.
    The bouncing babe became a boy. Beneath the boughs it's shade employed, he'd read, relax; renew his joy.
    There came a night they'd share a stream of consciousness as in a dream.

    I was the tree.
    The tree was me.

    The years, they past.
    They split in half.
    A bolt of lightning spilled the sap.
    The boy was beaten, bonked, and bashed, though later left, and learned to laugh.
    Still today he speculates upon his fellow's fractured fate. He knows by now it's far too late. Their roots ripped from their rightful place.
    So solemnly he sits and stares and listens to the thoroughfare and hopes, at least, she spread her seeds someday to weep within the breeze.