©pepper_16
#candlesc
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pepper_16 15w
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daphnae 15w
If there was one thing I could wish for, it would be the dawn to the nights which feel like forever. @_creatingworldsthatdonotexist_ @bluepuppy01
#mirakee #wn #pod #jazzyjanuary #blue_truedare #tidec #candlesc #labyrinthc @writersnetworkto my future self,
hey! have i been on your mind lately? i wish i ain't. i wish these days just vanish into the bermuda triangle i have been weaving for gulping down the tides of strings belonging to the heartbreaks. wherever you are now, i am happy that you could make through it, that you could burn like the candle when they set you on fire. i know you are smiling out there through the dark mazes of puns and hatred, knowing how brighter it is than the labyrinth i am stuck around now. knowing how gracefully you tackled the walls plastered with shards of glass, piercing your soul. iam proud of the smile you are carrying now, 'cause the struggles of finding the rare seashells and gems just to recast it into a real one, paid off. today, i dream of breathing courage like you and feel my skin getting warmer with every sunflower i gift to myself each morning. i today wear rags, saving the threads of all types for the gown of strength you are putting on after every dusk brushing their wind against yours.
my cup of coffee is still warm on my table, and i crave for the taste of your poems under which this letter of mine will be kept. creaking doors, venting rain, starving self... i stay busy among the combinations of verbs, the stars and the leaves. how aesthetically they bind together, be the crown to my drab voices. my lonely self promises you every dawn, the sum of pretty calibres in your future paramour, who will sing you the poems my soul craved in lonely nights. nightsky greets me, takes me to the staircase to you. seven stairs left, steep and sturdy. and soon i will be at the top, merging with you to be a stronger self. find myself in a verse rhyming pain with flowers, darkness with colours, us with hope and grace. and when i reach the top we will smile at myself, over the curses which made us who we are, over the mistakes which shaped our flaws, 'cause after all, i am the sanguine blue hanging from the skyline when the cloudbursts stir you awhile ago.
From
a beautiful woman in making
©daphnae -
santor_674 15w
Relentless were her eyes , beholding innumerable tales of " misconceptions" - soul and her mind rivaling against each other, even though aware of the fact , that neither would win nor they would lose , for it were the misconceptions of her eyes - compatible to both..
Fumes of her candle , surging the wicked demon along with bruises and cuts all over, sensing the absence of the virtuous , it crawls back inside her, though she had a misconception about the death of her demon , whom she had thought to be resting under the tombstone, for whom she had bid farewell with a bouquet of thorny shrubs , piercing over her palm..
For she lit the candles with the rise of the good, while now.. blowing them off , she silences herself in the whispers and moans of dark..
For she blames - "Time" to distort her life, neither she resides in his fantasizing poetries, neither does she fits the void of reality. Her misconception about time that it had not healed her bruises , but resonated her the spell of pain beyond death! Dear Time, you were one of the misconceptions of her eyes , though you are seen as a devil with beauty , yet you still cast as an angel with a stink and a bitter savour . Though you lend morals, you are a mere piece of lie and grief is what is mislead !
Drenching down with such misconceptions, she lands in an aesthetic sphere of the ocean , clasping a lantern amidst those huge pinnacles , she smiles and perceives about you - Mr. Time, for how you brought her to the worst just to perceive her goodness!
#totimec
#candlesc
#picturecTHE UNUTTERED TALE OF HER EYES!
// For time is not a healer , while it is a perceptor - hauling us towards changes , to help us to relish the essence of them for we are incessantly abounded by them with abundance))
©santor_674 -
wordsofsh 15w
Candles
I have seen the candles burning
And people around smiling
I have seen the candles burning
And people around sobbing
I see no difference in the candles
No matter what the feelings
What the occasion
Or what the mood
They burn just the same
Can't we be like that?
Moving on inspite of everything?
Just working on despite
What people think?
©shilpagk -
Good friends are like candles
burning brightly in the dark,
They are always there when
you need them.
If your flame goes out,
fret not,
for they would light you up
once more with their own flame.
Good friends are like candles,
they burn in unison with you.
©300roses -
bclark2681 15w
Credit for picture goes to original owner
#candlesc
#pod #MirakeeNetwork #writersnetwork #writersbureau #mirakee #mirakeeworld #thewriterstribe #writerstolli #poetry #writersbay
#goodbye #friend #thankfulCandles In Memory
I light my candles
Say my goodbyes
Preach my voice
And thank above
For the years of
Your life spent on
Earth living as my
Companion and
Friend, I shall miss
You dearly evermore
©bclark2681 -
bclark2681 15w
Credit for picture goes to original owner
#candlesc
#pod #MirakeeNetwork #writersnetwork #writersbureau #mirakee #mirakeeworld #thewriterstribe #writerstolli #poetry #writersbay
#candle #anniversary #celebrationCelebratory Candles
Her body clad in the most beautiful
Of blue gowns as she sways her hips
In my direction to place herself within
My sight and fingers grasp, we dine
Amongst the candles and delicious
Provisions provided to us on this day
Of celebration, this day of anniversary
©bclark2681 -
carrie09 15w
#candlesc
Then the word "candles " always brings back
memories to the song "Candles in the wind"
by Elton John, the original song he composed
in memory of Norma Jean (I think it's for Marilyn Monroe) then the same song (but some lyrics changed) in memory of Princess Diana.
that's it, just a memory because it's a beautiful song meant for these two most beautiful women.Twilight falls
Night prevails
candles rekindle
to Ignite the spark of flames
In remnants of her faded memories
But flickering wicks of passion dying
in blowing of the wind
Her Jaded tears dropped down
to hardened wax of emotions
When darkness becomes her master.
©carrie09 -
sproutedseeds 15w
#candlesc#writersbay#mirakee#writersnetwork
@writersbay@mirakee@writersnetwork
@writersnetwork thank you for the like ❤️C A N D L E
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Sparks from the CANDLE
Spreads light very gentle
Speaks volumes but simple
Standing alone but not feeble
Shining brightly bringing light ample
Smile in every face it can kindle.
©SproutedSeeds
04.01.21 -
The candles,
They stay lit.
Despite the winds that blow,
It was protected and the flame didn't falter.
Its job was to guide people,
It was the light in the darkness.
These candles were found at holy places,
Places to soothe the soul and guide them.
Let's light some candles,
And be the source of hope and love for all who come to our light.
©bonniesbabu
01/04/2021 -
antheia_ 15w
#infuse #candlesc
The moon shone resplendently
piercing the frilly obsidian
veil of the mirk..
She lighted the sprigs enriched
cierge when the bell tolled at
the hour of vesper
The smouldering candle wick,
dried crushed purplescent
petals of lavender with
rosemary infused
her chamber with a
sweet lingering aroma
dispelling the sempiternal
sadness surrounding her..awhile.
©antheia_
014~21
Thank you so much!! @writersnetwork.
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I see a desire glowing bright as an ember
In the eyes of a moth drawn to the flame.
I watch the fly burning alive.
I watch the fire show
Reaching heights I couldn't fathom.
Even after becoming a pyre
The glimmer of night
Shimmer of fire
Remained the same.
I can no longer find the moth
While the candle still burns the same
As if telling me,
All that lives, dies
while death alone lives.
©fallency -
I breathe the invisible smell of that candle which has no flavors
©saimaa_ -
pallavi4 15w
Infuse
The eve was infused with the smell
Of vanilla and cinnamon alike
They stood in clothes in ebony
Softly whispering through the night
She lit the candles by his side
And sat beside him gently
He looked so serene, it warmed her heart
She stared at him quietly
The moonlight seemed to encircle
Luminously lighting his face
Not a line of worry or stress there was
Of strain there was no trace
Others came to talk to her
In hushed tones they spoke
Some held her hand while talking
Elegantly she simply let it all soak
Once the ritual of food was over
And they began to take their leave
She glanced at her husband and thought
Now alone one could finally grieve
She saw them off, said her goodbyes
The sorrow she felt was so deep
She came snd stood beside him seeing
His open coffin she finally began to weep
@pallavi4
4th of January, 2021
Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner
#infuse #wod #candlesc #candles #wake #death #writersbay @writersbay @writersnetwork #writerstolli #writersnetwork #mirakee #mirakeeworld #readwriteunite #thepoetrycommunity #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @mirakee.
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words_flake 15w
#candlesc #writersbay #writersnetworks #soulwriter #tod_wt #mirakee #mirakee_world #writersnetworks #writersnetworks
IMG CREDIT TO RIGHTFUL OWNEREvery one has a person in his/her life who is similar to candle they burn themselves to keep us in light...
©nehabhavsar_quotes -
pooja17 15w
#infuse#candlesc
#writingcontest#creativearena
#writersbay
This post written to thank Mirakee,
Writersnetwork,Writerstolli, Writersbay..
And for each and every writing app
Which gives me light when
I was totally blank and
living in hopeless zone of darkness. ...
Thankyou so much for Giving me
confidence to live once again. .My life totally changed
With the brilliant light infused
By Writing apps
They really worked as candles
To me
As they hold me when I was totally
Depressed and hopeless
Their appreciation worked as a
Motivational powerbank to me
They charged me again
To recreate my identity which
Was lost somewhere **
©pooja17 -
mayari_ 15w
There are nights
where I can vividly hear
the crashing of waves,
feel my anger gushing in
as you went skin to skin
with an innocent girl, who knew
ㅡnothing about this cruel world
There are nights
where I cry myself to sleep
so that I could not witness
darkness when the candle
and its light had disappeared,
which cruel gush of wind took away
©feuillesfall -
roel_gonz 15w
Image credited to the rightful owner
#candlesc #shadow #poetry #love #thoughts @writersnetwork @mirakee @readwriteunite @mirakee_writer @writersbay @mirakeeworldFar end of the dark
Lights came through
I love the darkness
I'll been in the dark side long enough
You're holding the candle of hope
I smile,
And I leave the shadow of the past
To be with you as always
©roel_gonz -
I wish I could be those candles that sway all the darkness away from your life...
But what could I possibly do if you never let me.
©love_your_life -
love_whispererr 15w
मेरा समय तो वहीं पे है ठहरा हुआ
बताऊँ तुम्हें क्या मेरे साथ क्या क्या हुआ...
#deserving #wod #candlescC A N D L E S
I was three
And they decorated the whole room
with lots of balloons and
Some colourful candles were there on a cake
My father ignited those candles
and said me to blow them
but I couldn't blow all of them
and my elder brother helped me
after that they wished me a happy birthday
I smiled and the cake was mouthwatering.
I was four
And my mom took me to the
city church on the Christmas Eve
She brought some candles from a shop
and I saw the church was decorated
like my birthday room
"O Jesus Christ, happy birthday
blow these candles now."
I wished him, mom smiled
I was thinking all those nights
why he didn't blow the candles.
I was nine
And one day my grandfather
turned into a star of the soaring sky
Igniting a candle in front of the photo frame,
my mom said "rest in peace, father"
I was wondering who would blow the candle
Me, mom or Jesus Christ !
where the dreadful death
was gulping the beams of that candle.
And today I entered into the frame of eighteen
I understood the conundrum of candles ;
"it was definitely worth a try to
gain an understanding of candles"
© в ι ∂ у α
(3rd jan' XXI)