#epiloguec

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  • nocturnal_enigma 5w

    * 24.10.2021; 8.35 P.M (Malaysia)

    * For: My #crush #AHBA

    #epiloguec @writersbay #epilogue #challenge

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    -log ~

    You promised to come meet me; Prologue.
    You said that you were busy with backlog.
    I watch your videos. They're like your vlogs.
    I mention you in my Yola website. Not a blog.
    I struggle with moving-on from U; It's a flog.
    My tears fell; My eyes's drains were clogged.
    My crush, you're my awaited sweet epilogue.

    © Nuruliffa Emirah
    @ nocturnal_enigma

  • joybirdpoetry 5w

    Conclusion

    We found the garden bare
    the petals fallen to the ground
    and the sharp snap of frost
    crackled underfoot.

    Leaves had curled up
    like the translucent hands
    of newborn infants
    repelled against the cold.

    The wingspan of a crow
    cast its midnight shadow
    against the silent stillness
    of the alabaster pond.

    Constellations of branches
    shivered in the frigid air
    naked and self-conscious
    unaware of their stark beauty.

    The grey geese we had watched
    disappeared into the sun
    that stung our squinting eyes
    until we had to look away.

    We knew that it was coming
    but our hearts they had denied
    the sorrow of these final acts

    of Autumn's epilogue.

    Joy
    ©joybirdpoetry

    #epiloguec #writersbay #writersnetwork #miraquill

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    Conclusion

    We found the garden bare
    the petals fallen to the ground
    and the sharp snap of frost
    crackled underfoot.

    Leaves had curled up
    like the translucent hands
    of newborn infants
    repelled against the cold.

    The wingspan of a crow
    cast its midnight shadow
    against the silent stillness
    of the alabaster pond.

    Constellations of branches
    shivered in the frigid air
    naked and self-conscious
    unaware of their stark beauty.

    The grey geese we had watched
    disappeared into the sun
    that stung our squinting eyes
    until we had to look away.

    We knew that it was coming
    but our hearts they had denied
    the sorrow of these final acts

    of Autumn's epilogue.

    Joy
    ©joybirdpoetry

  • wilmaneels1 5w

    They wrote the epilogue
    long before the second chapter saw the light
    It must feel great to proof them wrong
    remember this is your story
    they play parts in it, not the main role
    ©wilmaneels1
    ©23102021

  • pallavi4 5w

    Torn

    You were the air in my lungs
    You were the love of my life
    You slowly encompassed all of me
    And became a thorn in my side

    I killed the very essence of me
    While trying to become someone you wanted
    You lauded every drop that I lost of me
    Took advantage of my trust and for granted

    In changing into someone completely different
    From who I really was inside
    The will to get up everyday slowly faded
    The lust for life I had , died

    Everyday you cut me up in pieces
    With your tongue like a razor sharp knife
    With cruel words that you never minced
    Changed the course of my life

    I stopped seeing the mirror to see myself
    Saw myself only through your eyes
    I was weak like a helpless plant and when
    I protested there was no one to hear my cries

    Lacerated by the gashes you made
    Stripping me slowly of my soul
    I lost track of who I was in the woods of mistrust
    Strayed far away from my aims and goals

    I was unable to protest while you stood proudly
    Glad with the wreck I had become
    I was left with no friends to call my own
    I was now a stranger to everyone

    My emotional dependence on you hurt me
    Just like my broken spirit I put aside
    You went on with your life like nothing was wrong
    Wove a complex web of lies

    The hand that was extended in the midst of pain
    Was a friend I had lost thanks you , long ago
    She pulled me out the quicksand you’d placed me in
    And then refused to of me let go

    A sad story like ours needs no epilogue
    Know that I don’t feel shame or guilt alike
    And I no longer feel like the rose you cut up
    Just so you could feel good inside

    @pallavi4

    23rd of October, 2021

    Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner - “Rose blindfolded“

    #epiloguec #epilogue #torn #love_gone_sour #love_poems #love #writersbay @writersbay @writersnetwork #miraquill #writersnetwork #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @miraquill

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  • darkestaura 5w

    I guess that the blinding lightning and the powerful thunder which brightened my dark sky is the epilogue of my story.
    ©darkestaura

  • shabz_felix 5w

    Our journey

    In life we go take journey here on earth
    In death we journey to the end
    In life we carry our luggage
    In death we are carried in a baggage
    In life we sign our documents
    In death family sign our death certificate
    In life you do your own checking out
    In death your checking is a lonely thing
    In life you must prepare for the unexpected epilogue
    In death most people are unprepared
    ©shabz_felix

  • snehalv 5w

    Epilogue is to end chapters whose experience could have dulled your life & so need to start, resuscitate life with great goals & people.

    ©snehalv

  • wordsnippet_girl 5w

    Epilogue

    A trail we take, create,
    and follow, with hopes that
    whatever unfolds in between
    will turn out into something
    beautiful and lasting
    until the end.
    ©wordsnippet_girl

  • aperture 5w

    When the clock strikes 12 at midnight
    There's no Cinderella running from the ball
    But memories crawling back into the skin,
    In the nature of their cruel kindness
    They rub sugary salt to remains of
    Half-forgotten veracious mistakes;
    Nevermind the dull roar from the flesh
    They come as souvenirs
    Souvenirs that have been paid well for.
    Honeysuckle bitterness settles down cosily
    For me, memories are inhuman traitors
    With hands - the shape of my chimney smoke
    And hands can be awfully beautiful:
    Genuinely mocking the terrains of blood
    While murals in my castle bleed softly;
    The neighbours gather under my balcony
    Like guest hosts lost at their own party
    They carry their own version of petitions
    That says how my home gets louder at night
    How could I ever tell them that it's only my heart
    Caught in intense apathy and polished anger;
    I'm still learning not to walk away hungry from
    Our family table that is always filled with dishes
    I'm still learning to take the bigger steps by
    Breaking them down into lengthy algorithms.
    Dandelion roots emerge as nostalgic syllables
    Who could ever cheat the faithful death?
    A loud whisper seeps into my dry throat
    Reminding me that there's a negative growth
    Of flowers from my lungs that I have often
    Imagined to be as soft as dreaming;
    Mama has always instructed me to keep
    My back straight even when no one's around
    But it's an open secret now
    I am an original copy of good grief
    Recorded live on a cassette
    Memories have eaten me alive
    My fears have ended up writing their
    Own epilogues with sad smiles
    How could I ever keep my back straight
    When there are so many fissures in my spine
    That eruptions are always at the point of happening?
    How could I ever call my mind beautiful
    When it's just controlled chaos held back by skin?

    ©aperture (23/10/21)

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    #wod #oxymoron #writersnetwork #miraquill #epiloguec

    Back to my original form?



    @writersbay @miraquill


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  • arkido 5w

    #poetic #devices #oxymoron #epiloguec
    @miraquill @writersnetwok #ceesreposts
    @themoonandthesun @shadowofthoughts_
    ...
    EC. (1) ��
    Thank you so much @shadowofthoughts_ ...
    Aapke support ke bina mujhe ec aur recognition
    nahi milta �� ❤️

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    Human-ity

    More humans ,less soul
    The reality i wrote , not a hyperbole
    Stereotypes and extremism
    shackled the humans in slavery ,
    This is not what we wanted to see
    We're living a dystopian imagery
    Humans forgot the humanitarian story
    To make them realise what they lackin'
    We need a fresh allegory
    The books of wisdom and epilogues
    Are lost in Newness and trendy vogues
    But hope is still there
    Somewhere in people's heart
    hidden in exiled hark
    Just we need to ignite the ember
    To reach that glory mark .
    ©arkido

  • thorvi_mule 5w

    Afterlife is an epilogue of life, ruling out all the mysteries of life!
    ©thorvi_mule

  • silhouette_of_a_poet 5w

    I dance without steps
    On broken epilogues
    Of an epistle

    #oxymoron #haiku #epiloguec #miraquill #writersbay #writersnetwork

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    Dance

    ©edward_3355

  • bohemian_ballerina 5w

    #oxymoron #wod @writersnetwork @miraquill
    #epiloguec #writersbay @writersbay

    Thanks a bunch @miraquill for Editor's choice!!��������

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    Psychic clarity

    To the darkest light I wandered
    And found a lost brain.
    Amid the thick pale bushes near,
    Laid a stopped stopwatch
    Which had slurped all the brain's veins.
    To my astonishment,
    The dead brain was still alive
    And set off for a combat.
    It fought hard with its weak hands,
    To overrule the weapons of dead time,
    Brain stepped over it and crushed its wings.
    While the watch stopped ticking,
    Time submissively dominated.

    Brain swiveled in wasted triumph,
    And in its epilogue wrote a valour story.

    ©bohemian_ballerina

  • lovenotes_from_carolyn 5w

    FULL THROTTLE
    by lovenotes_from_carolyn
    How come we editing models
    Yo, ain't they already pretty?
    I need someone to explain this
    I guess I'm just not that witty

    We wiping out imperfections
    While adding filters galore
    All day we splicing and dicing
    'Til nothing's real any more

    We photo shoppin' them models
    We poppin' pills, drinkin' bottles
    We think we livin' the life
    Full speed ahead, on full throttle

    Yo, now we messin' with music
    Tunes sound all whacked out and crazy
    Been edited to perfection
    Man, this is trifling and lazy!

    Meanwhile, nobody's listening
    And nobody learned
    But knowledge ain't free friend
    You gonna get what you earned

    Y'all hear that deafening silence?
    Let me explain the distinction
    It's getting scary out there
    Mankind is facing extinction

    But don't get me wrong folks
    I'm cheerfully pessimistic
    Sometimes I get on a soapbox
    And go a little ballistic

    Hey yo, I think what we need is
    An epilogue to this story
    It's 'bout that time for a full stop
    Stop chasing after false glory

    Let's put an end to this nonsense
    By drawing up a conclusion
    Let's do away with the drama
    It's time to quell the confusion

    But if you think that it's over
    You've clearly misunderstood
    'Cause this is just the beginning
    We changing bad up to good

    How 'bout we really be real?
    What a relief that would bring!
    Alright, I'm done with this preaching
    Come on, let's go do this thing!
    ©lovenotes_from_carolyn 10/23/2021

    @miraquill @writersnetwork Many kind thanks for Editor's Choice, as well as for your supportive efforts throughout the forum!! ����

    #oxymoron #wod #writersnetwork #miraquill #epiloguec #writersbay

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  • nirvanabharga0 5w

    Happy reading❤


    YOU'RE THE EPILOGUE TO MY LIFE.

    you are the serene psychedelic stuff of my core
    vitalizing me to adjourn from this feigned groove of so called way of life. Ergo benevolently never vamoose me amid the voyage of my soul's emancipation Deva.

    हर हर महादेव !

    ©nirvanabharga0

    #oxymoron #epiloguec #wod #pod #writersbay #writersnetwork @writersbay @miraquill @mirakeeworld @mirakee_words @writersnetwork #poetry #shewrites

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    YOU'RE THE EPILOGUE TO MY LIFE.

    You are the Serene psychedelic stuff of my core
    vitalizing me to adjourn from this feigned groove of so called way of life. Ergo benevolently never vamoose me amid the voyage of my soul's emancipation Deva.

    ©nirvanabharga0

  • shadowofthoughts_ 5w

    #oxymoron #epiloguec #brokenumbrella

    @faisal_hussain_haqqani_ @fellowtraveller you guys made me write this. thankyou.❤️��

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    melting candle

    I am a broken umbrella
    that won't protect you from the rain.

    I am worse than hell,
    A shredded heaven that can't reach
    the epilogue of everything I've to tell.

    We only live once
    But I'm a demon that will make you die thrice.

    I'm the light that will make you blind.
    In your sight, I'm a shredded fragile heart
    But underneath all, I'm a whisper
    that yearns to be the tomorrow,
    in the darkness of your beauty.

    You make me a believer. But I'm no saint.
    You make me rain, but I'm an umbrella living in pain.

    Your wilderness hides all your kidness.
    But up above all the hate I love.
    I'm ash living as a dove.

    I'm a sigh, that yearns to borrow few breathes.
    I'm a rhyme, that yearns for a scheme.
    I'm the grace of fire that is still cold.
    I'm the blood in your veins that will mark
    the epilogue of your ruins.

    I'm nothing yet I'm everything.
    I'm finite living as infinite.
    So, let me rain.
    I'll make sure that you too shall
    feel all the pain.

    I'm an unburnt candle
    I can melt your existence.
    I'm a molten wax.
    That knows no impacts.

    ©shadowofthoughts_

  • shadowofthoughts_ 5w

    #oxymoron #epiloguec #1310
    Thankyou so much for the repost and EC!��
    @writersnetwork ❤️��

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    Flightless bird.

    I would love to be the epilogue of the eternal rainbow.
    But I'm the darkest shade of black that can't even lighten the sorrow and rage.

    I would love to be the epilogue of night
    But I'm a morning that knows no light.

    I would love to be the epilogue of birth
    But darling I'm the death.

    I would love to make it right
    But I've always been a passerby in your light.

    I could hold you tight,
    But I was sand that slipped through the hand.
    and somehow the time flew.

    I wanted to be under your shadow,
    But again I became the darkness
    that brought the blindness.


    ©shadowofthoughts_

  • writersbay 5w

    Word of the day: Epilogue

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    I think we deserve
    a soft epilogue, my love.
    We are good people
    and we've suffered enough.

    – Nikka Ursula