#concoct

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  • poetrybyuc 68w

    Concoct

    Life is a concoction of
    good and evil.
    You want it or not, you are compelled to taste it.
    ©poetrybyuc

  • phoenix_luna 69w

    ©phoenix_luna

  • aparnamemoir 69w

    Detaching myself from the world
    Isolating my thoughts from mere bleakness
    Moving away from the despondent mindset
    Concocting hope, nurturing my soul uplifting myself
    Finding clarity and a sense of calmness
    Don't let the world deter me from my path
    Making peaceful resolution with my shadow self
    It's time to let me bring some love for myself
    So I can connect finally with thyself..........

  • the__meraki__ 70w

    Lunatic Love!

    I was a born moon child
    Who admired him mild!
    If I ate till stomach brim
    I'll get to meet him!
    Apprised my mom nurturing me,
    And I believed her concocted lie!
    My desires boomed
    As I bloomed!
    I pleaded to end the day soon,
    And wished for the bright moon!

    Once he's a mousy adolescent
    He would be a waning crescent!
    When we fought like silly toddlers,
    He would show his new glower!
    I'll then talk the talk till the dawn,
    Accepting my half-raw flaws...
    And right the next dusk,
    He'll be back with his usual smirk!
    Whilst his face is a full
    He drew me with a pull!
    We were in love too keenly
    That our souls melted wholly!

    It's time to tie a knot!
    Said my mom inciting a riot...
    At a stroke I revealed our love!
    You can never marry a moon,
    Her voice swept me like a typhoon!
    It's simply a satellite!
    Who can't even kindle it's own light!
    It's a meager reflection of the sun...
    Erupted my mom sobbing in ruth,
    Uttering all those concocted truth!
    Again I believed her but,
    This time with a hefty heart!

    But he revolves the earth, ain't he?
    And I reside in it, ain't I?
    He's looping me with his love!!!
    Can't you puzzle out his hints?
    He's striving to edify me with the glints!
    Yelled me, framing the facts...
    You are being a lunatic weeped her.
    Literally a lunatic, sympathized my mind!
    But ain't all lovers a kind of insane?
    And so am I...

    ©Ash
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    I know it's late to post this challenge. I couldn't resist my self from writing this. It's kinda lame... Please bare with it����
    #concoct #moonlightc #prettypic308 #ceesreposts @mirakee @writersnetwork @writersbay @bluepuppy01 @azureabyss

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    Whilst his face is a full
    He drew me with a pull!
    We were in love too keenly
    That our souls melted wholly!




    ©the__meraki__

  • sunset_in_autumn 70w

    PHILANTHROPIC RAIN

    I like the town on rainy night.
    For pluviophile, it is a delight.
    Dark pregnant clouds swirls above,
    Lightning lightens the dark sky.
    Rain flawlessly falls from heaven,
    Drenches parched forlorn souls
    with passion. Pitter patters on
    pellucid humid emotions. Settles
    the dust, rejuvenates the moribund.
    Laconically, as it is rains
    All and sundry meet their muse.

    And me, with mug of mocha
    cupped in my hand, bewildered by
    mellifluous melody of drizzle, sips
    and unfurls the vivid concocted tales
    of each rain drop. Each droplet
    has its own sanative story that
    quenches the thirst of my soul.

    Raindrops furnished with my
    beloved's warmth and intimacy
    splashes on my lips and
    I taste her piquant flavour.
    Tender breeze relaying petrichor
    of her sepharic love wafts into my breaths
    as I open the closed windows of my heart.

    The rain dissolves the yearning,
    as we sail on paperboats of eternity
    and the town celebrates us. Heaven
    shapes the perpetual rainbow against
    our dark skies. Love awakens aesthetically,
    girdles the town, and time slumbers to the
    elysian lullabies of the divine rain.

    ©alluring_ashvin
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    #poetrywednesday #concoct #pod #mirakee #writersnetwork @mirakee @lilac_moon @writersnetwork @fairygurl @ravleen_26

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    And me, with mug of mocha
    cupped in my hand, bewildered by
    mellifluous melody of drizzle, sips
    and unfurls the vivid concocted tales
    of each rain drop. Each droplet
    has its own sanative story that
    quenches the thirst of my soul.


    ©alluring_ashvin

  • sybs13 70w

    i l l u s i o n

    everything
    was a lie
    a concoction of manipulation
    to lead her away
    from her dreams
    ©sybs13

  • moon_at_heart 70w

    "Concoct a potion for this heart, I plea!
    For it hath a malady,
    An affliction
    That renders me helpless.
    It arrests my eyes
    With moistures which
    Are unsolicited
    And beats with such
    Palpitations.
    Alas and alack!
    Wilt thou not define
    Such a concoction
    Or such a remedy?
    Speak only a
    Spell of three words,
    And this malady
    Shall be healed.
    Speak, I pray thee
    The words my heart
    Longs to hear.
    Allow your shapely mouth
    To but form
    "I LOVE YOU.'"
    ©moon_at_heart

  • figmented 70w

    Concocting illusions

    Slithering into the solitude of
    Darkness..
    I was feeling my love beside me.
    The soothing touch made my
    Heart embrace.
    The gentle kiss made my cheeks
    blush like a rose..
    I was taken back to a world
    where I can only feel love.
    But,
    the sudden light of reality
    made all my concocting illusions,
    disappear into nothing....
    ©figmented

  • shaheema_28 70w

    "My heart always concocts the dilemmas
    of my mind into beautiful choices "
    ©shaheema_28

  • ranisashakti 70w

    Twisted tales,
    concocted lies.
    Treacherous truths,
    half lived lives.
    But time just flies.

    ©ranisashakti

  • kaurmuskan 70w

    Poet concoct a poetry
    Poet shows its happiness,
    sadness nd loneliness
    Through the story
    Poet weave the web of words
    On reader, Poet leave a impact
    It inspires other
    It encourages other
    It brings a change
    It's upto us how we face
    ©kaurmuskan

  • antheia_ 70w

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  • lyfnn_ 70w

    Concoct

    Concoct only the goodness in your life,
    Leave behind the bad memories in life
    ©lyfnn_

  • adasaba 70w

    The concocted promises made me toxic

  • angeljohn 70w

    Decoct to Concoct..

    Decoct, essence within,
    to concoct, in-depth passion..
    Concoct, genuine spirit,
    there-by fabricate, sparkling anecdote..
    Decoct, acidic emotions,
    do concoct and formulate, vibrant expressions..
    Decoct former-pain
    and concoct, an everlasting gain..
    ©angeljohn

  • bintulislam 70w

    A silken Bandanna,
    Its hem embroidered.
    Bluish pitch,
    And spots of white.
    A token of Love,
    Of two coordinates,
    X and Y,
    Coming from,
    different dimensions,
    Yet intersecting,
    at first sight of Love.
    Concocts,
    their souls,
    Intensity of Emotions,
    Fiery passions, and
    Unifying their being!
    Are they congruent?
    Or Identical shapes?
    The geometry ,
    In their palm Lines,
    Fixes the angles,
    draws the other half,
    In the Symmetry of heart.
    Shall they cross the bounds?
    And all forms of ,
    graphs and planes?
    Shall they move parallels,
    through a great number line,
    In their meridian, till Infinity?


    ©bintulislam


    @writersnetwork @mirakee #concoct

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    A token of Love,
    Of two coordinates,
    X and Y,
    Coming from,
    different dimensions,
    Yet intersecting,
    at first sight of Love.
    Concocts,
    their souls,
    Intensity of Emotions,
    Fiery passions, and
    Unifying their being!
    Are they congruent?
    Or Identical shapes?

    ©bintulislam

  • panthera1991 70w

    At my door happiness and sadness one day knocked
    To welcome them I walked
    And opened the gate that was locked
    For a long time we talked
    Happiness is what I always stalked
    But then I realised they are the ingredients in the dish of life they concoct.
    ©panthera1991

  • elinah 70w

    You knew how to concoct your words
    They were so fine that many ate from them daily
    Who knew you were just a coquette with many letters to spell
    Your lies tasted good on tongues of hungry beings
    Men and women, you devoured.
    But either of them could stay away
    ©elinah

  • daphnae 70w

    The last line was for both Manny and Sushant Singh Rajput. We love you and you'll never be forgotten.

    #dilbechara #mirakee #missyou #concoct

    P.S.~ This open letter is meant for Manny but not for Augustus Waters. I love him too but I'm more connected with the cast than the character. ❤

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    Dear Manny,

    You taught us the meaning of life and how to live it. You taught us to live even after we lose everything, if not for ourselves but for our loved ones. You taught us to never give up on our talents. You taught us to be carefree and gratified even in the toughest situations of our life. You explicated the true form of love, which is happiness. Without thinking of the future, you dared to fall in love with Kizie. You made her life less boring and complicated. You gave her courage when she needed you the most, never leaving her side even when you knew that you were sick. You prioritized her dreams ahead of yours. And you fulfilled them. You concocted a way of life, so different yet beautiful. May God didn't grant you a long life, but you were able to grab each and every heart who knew you, which gave you a lot more than what people could achieve in their entire life of 90 or more years.

  • daffodilpearlzz 93w

    The COLOURLESS

    Another white canvas,
    with blank thoughts and feelings.
    The bowl of fresh water,
    clear and transparent
    One new clean brush
    to add all those...
    warm and cool colours to her life.
    How bright the colours are!!!
    The red, the green, the blue and the yellow...
    But SOLITUDE chooses only the BLACK!!!
    A dark wash of black on her white canvas...
    Just like happiness can't conquer the lonely,
    Colours do fail to be radiant on the black calmly...
    And that is why she keeps her colours aside,
    each time she endeavour to concoct a masterpiece!!!
    Contrive colours on the black; it's unpalatable;
    and so people say that she rarely smiles...
    Her dreams are colourless,
    Her hopes were greyish and black,
    But her art reflected her life.

    When the black wash fabricated
    a background on her white canvas,
    she dipped her brush on the bowl of water.
    Even not that clear water could withstand the black
    from her brush that spread!!!
    Turning turbid does it share
    the obscure clouds hanging over
    her little lucky head.
    Through her loneliness did she:
    run the bristles of her brush
    the solitude that acquainted her rush.
    Every colour of her life appeared black.
    and she knew little to colour her life's track!!
    But at least now she discerns
    that she is not alone!
    With a white canvas beneath,
    how could the black be forsaken???

    She covet the loneliness-
    that dominates her art;
    The brush and its bristles-
    are the creators of her art!!!

    All she yearned was for a world of compassion;
    All she dreamt was for a canvas of colours!!!

    Not an abstract
    could she forge with colours:
    Not even to dismantle the abstract
    without colours!!!

    Let it go the way it is,
    But to those out there with colours;
    Just don't forget to leave a canvas colourless
    the colourless canvas of the helpless...
    Not that they don't have colours;
    But their colours never mixed
    with the medium they used...
    And their brushes:
    can't add 'em to their board!!
    Coz sometimes....
    Solitude may even FORGET to choose colours!!!


    ©daffodilpearlzz