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  • _firefly 5w

    This is not a love poem but a poem about love.

    My naive, young heart,
    walked on the path of love,
    and the sun shone brighter,
    upon the chrysanthemums growing
    betwixt our proximate souls.
    My first autumn in love,
    was like an enchanting poetry,
    your head rested upon my shoulder,
    I baked joy filled cakes for you,
    and you chased me in the woods.
    I wrote poems adorning your name,
    you recited sonnets honouring our love,
    we spoke to the moon, and it's stars,
    to let our lover know how much
    we miss them while apart.
    But as the day ends at the dusk
    and night at the dawn, our love
    got smudged in those twilight shades
    roughly painted over horizon.
    The ink in my quill dried and formed
    a sedimentary stone in my throat,
    Your voice kept echoing in my ears,
    as my all my gardenias withered,
    and butterflies found a new abode,
    leaving me alone on the grave of
    fireflies flowered with all the unsent
    letters I wrote in your name.

    ~ When hearts get shattered
    and hopes don't matter,
    Everyone becomes a poet.

    _firefly

    Title inspired from a poem called this is not a love poem.

    #end #cliche @writersnetwork thank you ji ^~^ #fireflywn

    Mujhe pehle jaise likhna hai ye kya krri hu mai ;-;

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  • _firefly 5w

    And today the record got stuck on 'likhe jo khat tujhe' again. It was exact 11:11. But no matter how many wishes I make, your footsteps will never echo in my house again. It shall always remain haunted with the shadow of your absence running around, freely, painfully, excruciatingly. Nights are overflowing with peaceful memories of our little infinity, sang down upon me by the low lit stars who watched us fall along and then fall apart. And they still watch me, trying to forget you, trying to step out of false hopes I keep weaving, trying to close my eyes as a fragile attempt to sleep. October is almost over, four years ago, I loved you for the first time and back then I didn't know what it was supposed to be and now I do, what a tragically wonderful experience it is. Love is like sinking and breathing at the same time. Love is like flying but with a high probability to fall at all times. Love is like an enchanting sunset, which eventually ends. Love is like an honour.

    ~why do my eyes always try to find your face imprinted somewhere around me, just like it is in my heart.

    _firefly

    /don't want no other shade of blue but you,
    no other sadness in the world would do
    ~hoax, T. Swift /

    #cliche @inntezaar

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  • miss_silentlyweird 12w

    With creaking noises in the basement
    I gathered my fright to face it alone
    1 step forward 4 step backward
    Trembling legs
    I walked into the stair and through hall

    Wind blows whispering to open the door
    Cold hands; I grabbed the knob
    Panting breath,
    My thoughts become heavy
    As I see in front me is darkness abundantly

    I searched for the switch of the light
    Lost in the dark,
    Gravity grabbed me down
    Seems world start joking around me
    Tickling my vulnerable faith and hope

    So I laugh tumultuously
    Yet it starts kicking,
    Throwing hurts
    To swallow my pain
    I started to vomit tears

    A déjà vu of shit happens
    When the door locked me in
    I tried my hardest not to be possessed by gloom
    But no matter how many times I uttered peace
    I'm no one's in control in life that makes me doom

    —Sometimes sh*t happens
    With no real deeper meaning why that happen
    So I just learn to live with the bad things happened.

    #dejavuc #epistrophe
    #cliche #miraquill
    #wod #pod #free
    @writersbay @miraquill

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    At kaylan matatapos ang gabing mapanglaw?
    Kung ang puso ay unti-unting natutunaw
    Kasabay ng pag-asang tuluyang nalusaw

    ©miss_silentlyweird

  • tara_prasad 14w

    Morn

    Everything seems like a cliché,
    All feels like a deja vu.
    ©tara_prasad

  • pallavi4 17w

    Truthfully Absolute

    What is the truth ?
    Is it the one that actually is
    In all its cold bitterness
    Or is it the cliches we tell ourselves
    To make us feel better about things ?
    What is the absolute?
    The demarcation between black and white
    Or the invigorating shades of grey
    We come to accept and understand?
    What is certainty ?
    Is it the happening of things ?
    Or the assurances we create for ourselves to
    Believe over a period of time
    Is truth really true ?
    Or absolute actually absolute?
    Is certain always certain ?
    Truths are bubbles that burst
    Once they reach the surface- into nothings
    Absolute - the oil that slowly but steadily
    Makes a home in the water above it
    Certainty is the calm before
    The storm that tides over all the truthful absolutes
    Certainly , no truths are absolute
    Nor are the absolutes certainly truthful

    @pallavi4

    4th of August, 2021

    Picture credit : Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner- Charlie Bowater - the old astronomer

    Repost from 1st of September, 2019

    #clichec #cliche #truth #absolute #musings #thoughts #twisted #writersbay @writersbay @writersnetwork #writerstolli #miraquill #MirakeeWorld #writersnetwork #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @miraquill

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  • sikdar 32w

    Redundant symphony

    As them dark clouds cover up the cheery sky,
    And the thunder’s part of it’s convoy.
    I stand lonesome on a empty street.
    Gazing at the end of the road, relentlessly.
    In a Hope to find a way.
    As these thoughts stack up on me mind,
    The first rain droplet hit my glasses.
    It slipped like a kiss from a long lost lover.
    The wind felt like it’s singing a war cry.
    I am still there. Standing on the Street.
    Wandering, if it all was planned?

  • avni25 43w

    disquiet

    A horizontal tug of the heart.
    A vertical pull of the stomach.
    Deep inhale. Deep exhale.
    The air is warm. Unlike my palm.

    Convos about life.
    ಮೋಸ ದಗ itseems
    Tea at my side.
    Telling, chill drink and fly.

    Talking aloud
    Silencing inner doubts
    Tears in eyes?
    Blink. Eat fries

    Fidgety fingers. Fazed face.
    Biting nails. Sweaters and haze.
    Of course, too involved in the race.
    Ok bye, I have an exam to ace


    avni

  • human_alpha 47w

    #cliche #roadsideromeolines #loveisfriendship
    @__wallflower I wrote this thinking of you. Maybe whn I was leaving.

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    U came into my life,
    Only to go away.
    You said "hi" in way,
    Only to depart dreadfully.
    Your that smile caught my eye,
    Only to cry with tears of reminiscent.
    My mind dreamt of you,
    Only to die in tragedy.
    ©me_a_vampire_bestie_a_werewolf

  • human_alpha 47w

    The fathom

    She gave us freedom,
    Gave us what we wanted, selflessly.
    We like Brutus, stabbed her a thousand times,
    Yet she forgave us a million times.

    Like the time during the bubonic plague,
    Plague of Justinian or the during the Spanish flu,
    It all ended, but downheartedly wiped
    away many generations.

    She gave us signs of losing her equanimity,
    But yet we ignored it all.
    Now when she retaliates for the doings we did to her,
    That's when we face the unprecedented times and try to find the unprecedented measures to tranquil her.

    As she lashed out her roots again, to wipe off the sufferings
    We patiently are waiting for this storm to pass too.
    Trying to be with nature and not against it should be our first unprecedented measure, winning green wars for example.

    All the men in black suits with a red tie are nothing but only leaders,
    Will look after your wellbeing but not about from where you were created.

    And if we keep following them blindly,
    we will be no different than the people of Ceasar.
    Don't wait for the blow or the red flag, to make a change.
    The earth itself is not a sentient being, it does indeed act as our mother, and we as children are dependent upon her.

    Our mother is teaching us a lesson, a lesson of responsibility this time. Unless we all work together, no solution will be found.
    Fathom your importance to her and do your bit.
    ©me_a_vampire_bestie_a_werewolf

  • theroartales 50w

    Guilty

    Happiness shouldn't feel guilty of reasons.
    ©theroartales

  • ilovedeadpoets 56w

    This Feels Like an Eternity

    The devil in disguise,
    Ugly as sin,
    Brave as a lion,
    Weak as a kitten,
    Crazy as a fox,
    Is over the moon
    Without a care in the world
    While people are dropping like flies.
    ©ilovedeadpoets

  • ilovedeadpoets 56w

    They Say / I Say

    They say:
    Expect the unexpected.
    Prepare for the worst.
    Hope for the best.

    I say:
    Easier said than done.
    Out of sight, out of mind.
    ©ilovedeadpoets

  • kd_marie13 64w

    "A Bouquet of Roses"

    Every bouquet of a dozen cliche roses comes with a broken promise behind each flower. One by one as each rose starts to die a dark secret of yours comes out, and into the light. Twelve times that you have lied, twelve times that I had cried, twelve times that my heart has died. All because of you, and your stupid roses.

    -Katie Dietrich
    ©kd_marie13

  • albatross 66w

    It leaves me at awe how one could write pages on a mere 4 letter word - LOVE.
    @writersnetwork @mirakee #pod #cliche #rwu @readwriteunite

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    muse and the isolation

    /love is a quiet place where you end a busy day.
    Or it's a fair with rides, neon lights, glitter and noise.
    /love is a many little things.
    /love is grey summer and blue winter skies.
    /love is a shiver you wake to on a rainy morning.
    /love is the radio playing your song.
    /love is a tight embrace.
    /love is a distortion in time.


    /love is a struggle to feel.



    ©albatross

  • serenachapters 73w

    #love #wingsoflove #beautiful #life #takearisk #writersnetwork #writerstolli #writers #blackheart #hopelessromantic #cliche #happyending
    This dark soul is not who I am, but gradually over time that will be who I become, but deep down there's this cliche hopeless romantic girl, who dreams of happily ever after and love in a magically world, hearing the golden tune of the song, on the wings of love and my heart starts falling in love, my mind begins to wonder about the other side of the sun about what exactly am I missing in regards to the mysterious world of love, yes love as it's complications and trouble but it can also be beautiful, comforting and breathtaking, credits to what I've read, so for the first time I will be putting my issues with fears aside and I will promptly take a leap and risk the ride and hopefully when I do find the one, I too can also fly on the glorious wings��♥️��

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    This dark soul is not who I am, but gradually over time that will be who I become, but deep down there's this cliche hopeless romantic girl, who dreams of happily ever after and love in a magically world, hearing the golden tune of the song, on the wings of love and my heart starts falling in love, my mind begins to wonder about the other side of the sun about what exactly am I missing in regards to the mysterious world of love, yes love as it's complications and trouble but it can also be beautiful, comforting and breathtaking, credits to what I've read, so for the first time I will be putting my issues with fears aside and I will promptly take a leap and risk the ride and hopefully when I do find the one, I too can also fly on the glorious wings of love.
    ©serenachapters

  • daffonix 77w

    3:23 a.m. on the clock,
    Here I am again on this bridge
    With my tears and sobs on the lock.
    And I'm not alone, I'm surrounded by the midge.

    I finally heave a harsh cry in the dark.
    The chilling air passes my nostril.
    I can't help it when I start to hark,
    While my ears fill with a deafening shrill

    I hate it when you try to hold my hand.
    It is where he has placed thousands of kisses.
    It is weird but somehow I feel severely panned.
    But when your aroma surrounds me, my heart blazes.

    I hate to look into your bright eyes,
    that welcome me home every evening.
    When I look at them, a bit of my soul dies
    as I'm reminded of my atrocious fling.

    Every night, you sleep in peace
    with no worry in the world,
    While I feel too disgusted to even breath,
    Holy sh*t the reality is way too swirled.

    All you did was love me to the end.
    And I spent all of it till you were broke.
    Yet, you help me, thinking I'm a godsend.
    God help me, I can't give him a stroke.

    You deserve the truth
    that I've been in another's arms.
    But I'm petrified to see your face dull with ruth,
    Fearing I will never be in your arms.

    I'm a liar, I'm a thief.
    Please, don't leave me,
    It would render me so weak.
    Sh*t, I'm sorry, I must set you free.

    I do love you, but I'm not right.
    I was lost in search of something I already had.
    I faded into his glimmer and lost my sight,
    And what I've done has made me beyond mad

    Although I don't deserve it, there's a small plea
    It's a cliche, I know,
    But it's not you, it's me

    ©daffodil_as_pheonix

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    It's not you, it's me...

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  • khonthai_is_the_name 84w

    Death is better than shattered dreams. Captivity is better than a lonely journey. Hell is better than a life full of fake petals.
    #mirakee_writes #mirakeecommunity #mirakeequotes #quotes #poem #poet #prose
    #microtales #cliche #truth #toogoodtobetrue

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    Beheaded feelings
    Forgone dreams
    Everything I possessed,
    Has gone downstream.
    How do I live,
    When this life has become a holocaust?

    ©Suzie_B

  • khonthai_is_the_name 84w

    Walks, talks and then kisses,
    Is it enough?
    Or these cliches are all a bluff?

    ©suzie_b

  • nasa_cf 84w

    You show my heart
    What it is to love

    You taught my soul
    How to stay in pain

    You guide my steps
    To where ink rules

    Now my love,
    My life is different.
    ©nasa_cf

  • poeticfarmer 87w

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