#bodyc

15 posts
  • lostgirl0713 10w

    My body..

    I can't remember a time I truly felt content in my body. I've used,abused,and neglected my body for as long as I can remember. Every inch of my body disgusts me. I have only wished to be skinnier, flawless, and society's expectation of a "perfect body." Beauty magazines fueled the starvation that took place throughout my life. I've never felt worthy of anything. This mindset has become so familiar to me, I couldn't imagine loving the body I live in. I'll continue searching for the perfection I have yet to find.
    ©lostgirl0713

  • nocturnal_enigma 10w

    * 11.11.2021; 4.17 A.M (Malaysia)

    * 1st line is for body-shamers.

    * 789th post ��

    #BodyC #body #challenge @writersbay #MyBody

    #BodyShame #BodyShaming
    #NuEmBodyShameless (2nd. Read 1st one too)

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    -ing ~

    True. Our bodies are fat. Stop body-shaming.
    I run on treadmill. Good for body-shaping.
    Eventhough, it's tiring, I just keep on running.
    Chickenpox scars that can't dissapearing.
    Bulging veins that causes pain. So paining.

    © Nuruliffa Emirah
    @ nocturnal_enigma

  • kingdomdelight 11w

    A Temple pure and holy

    ©kingdomdelight

    I felt Your warm hands molding me
    I felt Your warm breath undressing me
    I felt Your righteous finger searching me
    I felt Your tongue, a pen of love, ran mysteriously down mine spine, caressing me
    I felt Your eyes of grace, love, mercy and peace
    I felt them gently stroke every line, every fragile fiber of mine
    I felt Your eternal Words of "truth" building me
    I felt how "love" made love to mine soul, who made me "alive" eternally
    I felt how Your strong right hand "uplifts" me, while tender kisses burns down upon me
    I felt Your warm Words, molding me, while Your passionate fire of love burns every "lie" away
    I felt Your warm breath of " truth" loving me, tender kisses burns down upon me
    I felt Your gentle hand caressing me
    I felt Your righteous finger undressing me
    I felt Your righteous tongue in mine mouth giving "true life", a devine abundance of eternal joys
    I felt Your Godly eyes running over me, searching me, if I only moan and groan for You alone, my Love!
    I felt Your love and jealousy, "no other gods", before You, my Love.
    I felt Your "eternal words" pour wholesome fertile destiny seeds of love inside me
    I felt how Your beautiful pure, holy, love impregnate me, a love not from this world
    I felt Your strong right hand surrounds me, pulls me up, gives me new strenght
    I felt Your warm everlasting kisses of true love, seals mine heart
    I felt Your warm rays of light, pour through the broken pieces of scattered life
    I felt how mine body shines with everlasting light
    I felt You, Oh Lord molding me, in the presence of love
    I felt life under Your loving hands and breath, mine whole body enlightens with light and fire
    Oh, mine body an everlasting temple of God
    I am the apple of His eye
    I am the beauty He beholds
    I am filled with His breath of life,
    He breathe and lives boldly through me
    I am renewed by His love
    His love molded me to be a part of Him
    Loving hands of love had molded mine heart, mind, body and soul
    I am like Him, my only God
    God is love without Him I can't love
    Amen

  • blinganshu 11w

    HOW CLOSE

    If you could see my blackheads
    If you could see every acne scar I have
    If you could count hairs of my moustache
    If you could see the happiness in my eyes
    And the sadness in my brows
    Then we are close enough
    ©blinganshu

  • pallavi4 11w

    Defective

    I have all the necessary appendages
    Two eyes, ten fingers and cute little toes
    Yet I am unable to make my peace
    With my prominent lump of a nose

    Seemingly thinning hair and wrinkling skin
    Keep me worried all the time
    I frown and wonder what is wrong when
    People say they love my dimples and smile

    A short, barely perceptible neck holds my head
    Stumpy arms make it impossible to reach high
    For a very long time my short hair made
    People think I was a weird looking guy

    Part of my height was donated to my sister
    Who now stands over a foot above me
    Blessed with almost hazel large myopic eyes
    Things at a distance I can barely see

    Prone to stomach aches and a sore throat
    I neither live to eat nor sing
    A broken foot from a decade ago still hurts
    And swelling in my ankle brings

    With a penchant for dark body ink
    I’ve turned myself into an artists canvas
    From mottos to photos and slogans
    A large part of me they encompass

    My prettiest feature I’m yet to discover
    All of me just seems unruly and uncouth
    My body was meant to be a temple
    Which I clearly finished raiding in my youth

    @pallavi4

    9th of November, 2021

    Pic credit: picture credited to its rightful owner
    - Dark Inky Artwork by Craww

    #bodyc #defective #humorous_poems #humor #funny_poems @writersnetwork #miraquill #writersnetwork #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @miraquill

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  • 1m_maryam 11w

    Body rn

    My body rn in search of hugs you said you will
    And Since then its always been a charm a thrill
    My body needs you lap to lie on and shoulder too
    I can't gather myself my feeling they are not few
    My body stops eating when it miss you intense
    Love for you is in my heart and its really dense
    Come my love hug me and kiss me at neck please
    But after we marry my love its the deal please
    Come my love my body wants to feel warmth
    Living in your arming feeling you and warmth

    ©1m_maryam

  • crystal_snow 11w

    #start #bodyc #wod
    Thank for the ❤️ WN (25)

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    PS: The sky is my body

    Im watching the painted sky
    The colour of melanin that resides in my skin
    are non- existent
    It changes, from time to time.

    Sometimes, it's red
    Because roses flow through my veins
    Containing the intoxicating smell of Love

    Sometimes, it's yellow
    As if I bathed in turmeric
    So yellow and bright, the sun would forget itis own identity.
    After all, happiness had cloaked me.

    Sometimes, blue
    As if the sky shed tears
    Only to gift them to me
    Sadness had kissed me.

    Sometimes, its pitch dark
    Darker than the night sky.
    Nothingness had captivated Me
    And i had no escape

    ©crystal_snow♡
    8.11.21

  • nivyaangelin 11w

    Shape it.
    Slim or curvy?
    Tall or short?
    We all do something to make the body fit.
    Fat or skinny?
    We do stuffs to get it on the trend.
    Yesterday people liked skinny girls.
    Today the award goes to curvy women.
    "Make it trim, make it fit,
    like guys want" mama says.
    Who else wanted their own wish?
    Change for him, now change for her.
    Tomorrow it's me, do the same.
    Who sees the inside?
    Who told you can be yourself?
    Who changes their mind knowing
    it all goes under Earth oneday,
    BUT SOUL DOESNT?

    ©nivyaangelin

    #bodyc @writersbay ��

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    But soul doesn't.

  • rlandry 11w

    I squeeze the pillow
    and wonder
    "Is this the comfort
    my soft, squishy body
    brings to anyone?"

    ©rlandry

  • nirvanabharga0 11w

    Happy reading❤

    Thank you so much for the ♡ @writersbay


    I'm watching at the painted sky and
    ruminating my body as a sovereign sanctuary,
    where the love implants in cavernous quieten and
    a virtuous life will florescence
    in proliferation as dawn,
    in swank of verisimilitude with
    quantamized regal poise.

    ©nirvanabharga0



    #start #bodyc #wod @miraquill @writersnetwork @writersbay #miraquill #writersnetwork #writersbay #shewrites #poetry

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    I'm watching at the painted sky and
    ruminating my body as a sovereign sanctuary,
    where the love implants in cavernous quieten
    and a virtuous life will florescence
    in proliferation as dawn,
    in swank of verisimilitude with
    quantamized regal poise.
    ©nirvanabharga0

  • yashvibansal 11w

    Shadow Colour

    I am watching the painted sky
    And painting my nails different colours
    In an impersonation.
    I painted my nails different colours
    Red and black
    They told me red was for married women
    And black was for whores who were 'asking for it'.
    And I switched to twilight
    And they noticed the multitudes in the colour
    The stars of silver
    The gentleness of grey
    The tinge of brown
    And the hue of gold.
    But what all failed to see
    Was the fury of black
    And the red of agony.
    ©yashvibansal

  • solivagant_soul 11w

    I am watching the painted sky
    when the trees shed lies.
    In juxtaposition of the sombre streets,
    a Labryinth that grants the vagabonds
    some borrowed days.
    I stand against the wind ,my heart bound
    in blazing chains and trauma on my ribcage
    grips like lifeless roots looming a mage.
    I wandered lonely as a child, my body a
    warehouse of tattooed scars like the
    night's sky adorned with stars.
    I am the midnight of forgotten memories,
    but when the sky wears a may dress and the
    clouds accoutre itself in a cerulean suit
    The rejuvenated tint of my dead lips
    diffuse coffee dates and cocoa charms
    Climb into my skin and I would escort you
    via the melody of dust on my dermis and
    through the peripherals of my eyes,
    You could see the crimson crimes and
    violet deaths etched on the canyon of
    my mind like unsaid goodbyes.
    I am not just my pain, I'm also my poetry

    And if you insist, I shall carry you to my poesies
    in a luxurious voyage through my veins
    where lies a cemetery
    That chants infinite syllables besceehing
    "Teach me how to love again".
    If you' d look closely, I would hide my tear stained cheeks under fabricated laughters and if you rummage through all the crumpled papers,
    you might perceive the twisted promises
    stacked neatly in the drawers of my brain
    The ink of my quill gathers the fragrance of my bruised hands, his love is the mystery i can't crack.
    And when papercut pierced deeper than knives,
    I attained solace in solitude and fortitude in pain.
    Between faded and forgotten I chose to abandon
    my past in a treasured stack

    ©Solivagant Soul


    #start #wod #bodyc #writersnetwork #miraquill
    @writersnetwork @miraquill @writersbay


    Prompts used:

    • I am watching the painted sky
    • I stand against the wind
    • I am the midnight of forgotten memories

    * I am using Petrarchan sonnet

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    Body

    I am watching the painted sky
    when the trees shed lies.
    In juxtaposition of the sombre streets,
    a Labryinth that grants the vagabonds
    some borrowed days.
    I stand against the wind ,my heart bound
    in blazing chains and trauma on my ribcage
    grips like lifeless roots looming a mage.
    I wandered lonely as a child, my body a
    warehouse of tattooed scars like the
    night's sky adorned with stars.

    ©solivagant_soul

  • shadowofthoughts_ 11w

    #start #wod #bodyc #1310

    @writersnetwork Thankyou so much.��❤️��

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    I'm caged body,
    in mists of lavender,
    i'm starlight, in dark nights.


    I am midnight of forgotten memories,
    caressing the roses in corners of my heart.
    I am the stainless pen,
    feeding on ink.
    I am brown paper packages of letters
    I still keep in silver strings, of my hairs.

    I watch painted sky,
    For I am a colourless goodbye.
    No emotions, No love, No hate, No sighs.
    I'm living in a peaceful din,
    under my skin.

    Standing against the wind,
    Soon I'll flow with the sin.
    But then, just two things are eating me;
    one the darkness, the other is light.

    I'm the darkest dawn,
    colored in shades of black and brown.

    ©shadowofthoughts_

  • writersbay 11w

    Good Afternoon, guys!

    Today, write a poem about your body.

    Tag and share with #bodyc

    P.S. - Be a little gentle on yourself. 🌼

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    Your body is not a temple.
    Your body is the house you grew up in.
    How dare you try to burn it to the ground.
    You are bigger than this.
    You are bigger
    than this.

    – Sierra DeMulder