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  • blackdee 15w

    The Difference in Today

    Today, just like any other day arrived
    But unlike yesterday
    Something was strange today
    The cold breeze brushing past my face had numbed my senses and the scent of a distant lover unsettled my inner storm
    The floor beneath my feet seemed to turn to quicksand pulling me down into the earth
    The oxygen lost in my breath as an invisible force pushes me deeper into the quicksand

    Today unlike every other day
    My faith in love and trust diminished
    Love who had been my solid ground had turned to foam
    Trust who had always held me up in all circumstances let go of my hands
    I sink into oblivion and melancholia betrayed by the two most important people in my heart.

    ©Blackdee

  • lovethatneverfades 16w

    I'm sorry for not reading you all. Lots going in my life but will read you all soon.





    Foreboding poetry



    I am an abandoned building with few birds visiting me after sunset. Sometimes kids enter through the front door to search for lost cricket ball and other times I am surrounded with the dreading sound of silence which all dreamy poets name "the serene music of the world of words"

    Once beauty columned upon my marble walls
    And people crowded on my gorgeous halls
    Watching flowers and fountains gushing under starlit Night
    Staring at me with sheer delight
    But soon my colour dimmed with every rising sun
    Time unfurled, my glory flung
    With faded beauty and dwindling bloom
    A brighter dwelling-place, now tenant-less, I exhume

    Unspoiled walls now filled with dramatic arts
    A startling surprise from untutored hearts
    With quivering walls, a helpless creature I lie
    A ghostly graveyard athwart the owlish sky

    Now , lonely I stand on the desolated ground
    Distant and deadened to the sight and sound
    In mighty suit , fortune hunters came
    To build a memorial heritage of the same

    Snatching away remnants of my satiated life
    A foreboding poetry of a widowed wife



    #writersnetwork #ceesreposts #honestgranny
    #wod #pod #firstperson #story #miraquill #mirakee

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    I am an abandoned building with a love haunted heart and fractured eyes
    Patiently awaiting for my cataclysmic realease





    ©lovethatneverfades

  • rasheederh 16w

    PATIENCE

    I am an abandoned building
    With few birds visiting me after sunset
    Sometimes kids enter through the front
    Door,to search for lost cricket ball and
    Other times they sway and play in the
    Joy of my empty space and dive in happiness.

    In my wreckage resides peace and solitude
    The voices of endured emptiness mould in
    Patience. My pleas for salvation dressed in
    Shroud of loneliness,And sunrise awaken my
    Emptiness to different preference,there are
    Some reasons I hold onto my emptiness
    Despite so many reasons to let myself go.

    And most times I drown in the ocean of stigma
    I suffocate in the middle of critics and no one
    Can see me dying.I chased dreams woven by spider
    Webs in foreign clutches broken not by the fantasy.
    I know this isn't the right time for me, I have learned
    Never to give up from within,at the skyfall of Lost
    Hope and wishes I shall grab in solitude to roll in the
    Deep.

    © Rasheederh
    29/06/21

  • the_speccy_outsider 16w

    I am an abandoned building with few birds visiting me after sunset. Sometimes kids enter through the front door to search for lost cricket ball and other times subdued hues of melancholia enters through the doors of past.

    I like it during monsoon, when strangers take shelter under my roof as the ferocious thunderstorms outside make it difficult to foresee the path. The initial awkwardness that soon fades as one of them tries to break the ice, after a lot of failed lame attempts.

    I still remember all the exquisite ones. The contagious palpable energy that oozed out of their confabulations was indeed endearing. They spoke of adjusting to the city life and the struggles that came with it; about workloads and horrible bosses; relationships and heartbreaks; how this cold rainy weather made both of them crave for a hot cup of coffee and a bowl of delicious Maggie.

    Indeed rain is beautiful;
    It heals one with its cacophony;
    Brings serenity to an overcrowded place;
    Offers a picturesque landscape;
    Makes lovers go obnoxious;
    And makes poets weave magic through their quills.

    I often feel lost being in this stagnant solitude. I was beautiful during my days when people would congest the road to catch a glimpse of my beauty. The stark white windows, the crimson and gold that was draped all over me. With Petunias and Carnations gleaming at the entrance with their aesthetic petals. I miss those days.

    I wish of a time bereft of being a hermit. I want people to take shelter under me. I have abundance of love and warmth to offer. But soon they are going to tear me apart in order to make way for a new, more beautiful and a modern one.

    Till then I want to look optimistic and hopeful rather than gloomy. I don't want to be known as one of the haunted ones, as they give a preposterous vibe altogether. I want them to remember me for my valiance, to have seen so many changes, witnessing winters and summers, whilst still standing high. And not just an old piece of Art that was too antique to just be better left abandoned.

    ©the_speccy_outsider

    #firstperson #story #povlostc #contagiousc #petalc

    Edit: @writersnetwork Thank you so very much for the kind repost! ��

    #WNRepostsOfTSO

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    Abandoned

  • miss_anonymus 16w

    It's me(mom said)

    Mom said -my smile makes all happy..!
    But my smile is hiding my pain
    Mom said- Don't cry at any cost..!
    But my cry makes me better
    Mom said-Don't hurt other...!
    But they hurt because of me...
    Mom said-Fly like a bird...!
    But me.. not even stand with a complete smile
    Mom said- Society laughs at u..no care
    But me society laughs at you but it may kill you
    Mom said- move for others
    But me the others always gonna push my hand
    Mom said-Don't go for too much friendship
    But me I do the same
    Huff... Am I rejecting my mom words
    Or handling my self ?
    Mom said for my sake
    Didn't I get that..?
    I got it
    The handling of my life is personal for me
    Every one thinks it's teenage they behaves
    But teenager too had the experience



    ©miss_anonymus

  • carrie09 16w

    I am an abandoned building
    with few birds visiting me
    after sunset, sometimes kids
    enter through the front door to
    search for a lost cricket ball and
    other times i am left alone, I feel
    forlorn and wish that someone
    would come to stay and give me
    warmth. People sought for me,
    withdrawn away as they think i
    am too torn and cold to be their shelter.The spiders spin their
    cobwebs around my dark corners
    and the carpet of moss scattered
    over my once beautiful walls and floors.

    I had been a beautiful and
    majestic house in yesteryears,
    the princess of a downtown.
    Few years back my beloved
    owners migrated to the greener
    pastures of a foreign land and
    today I am left alone without
    a caretaker. Years gone by I
    grow old with wrinkle skin ,
    my beauty faded away, living
    silently in despair and solitude
    with broken window panes,
    broken doors and broken hearth.
    The lighting and thunders shudder
    and shake me, the wind spread dry
    leaves of autumn on my terrace
    On lonely nights the full moon floats
    on the Caelum, she bathe me in silver light I feel good but the people think I look eerie and haunted.

    The other day an old lady
    and a young man had come
    to visit me. They checked
    every nook and corner of my
    four walls rooms.The old lady
    fells in love with me and said
    those amazing words "renovation !"
    In umpteen times.echoing my
    empty rooms,Zephyr of blessing
    pour from her lips, she will be my companion to light and warm
    and make me whole again

    I am glad finally, I will be free from the curse of darkness, I am glad that someone will keep my heart alive again, I am glad my happy days are back again.

    ©carrie09

  • sonalipoeticstyle 16w

    A haunted house .... ?

    "I am an abandoned building with few birds visiting me after sunset. Sometimes kids enter through the front door to search for a lost cricket ball and other times wretches and beggars come here scrounging for gold. The incandescent rays if golden Sun when pass by , the showers of light make me brighter. However I remain completely aloof from others and nobody likes to stay near me. Why ? Because I am a transihed and abnadoned one. But this is not the whole story. I had also been a magnificent huge empirial like mansion until a cyclone hit me up. Everything got ruined in just a few moments. Now I am abode to only dry alfalfa that grows out here and spiders and bats that makes me look haunted. That's how I become notorious as a haunted house."
    ©sonalipoeticstyle

  • the_impeccablebarsha 16w

    Abandoned

    I am an abandoned building with few birds visiting me after sunset. Sometimes kids enter through the front door to search for a lost cricket ball and other times the stones pelted by the rogues.

    Sometimes the drizzled rain that passes through my window pane moistens my floor and begets the tiny ferns whose perpetual sillage has been fleeting with the breeze.

    I have heard the screams of the children, finding their ball, I am the maze for the tiny tots where they can play hide and seek. I am the resting place for the workers, who work at a construction site nearby and mid of the noon they have their relishing chapatti and onions, I could smell In the essence of hard work and their perspiration in those pieces of bread.

    I stand alone in the heart of the city. Haunted by the zephyrs carrying the tempting smell of the delicacies served in a nearby restaurant.
    I rise up with the crimson red and remains awaken in the midnight. I never sleep.


    ©the_impeccablebarsha

  • bellemoon99 16w

    #miraquill #firstperson #pod #wod

    I'm an abandoned building with few birds visiting me after sunset. Sometimes kids enter through the front door to search for a lost cricket ball and other times a couple of lovebirds will come explore my fallen walls.

    Is it strange I'm still waiting for you? Do you even remember me? We were like those lovebirds pretending we were the only two humans left on this world. Oh, we were so naïve! Where did the time go?

    Darkness, everyone is gone. The moon isn't here for me tonight. I'm all alone, just like on that fateful night. I screamed as my blood splattered the walls, but no one listened. When my eyes opened I was one with this building and the years had gone by.

    At first I felt confused and scared, but soon enough having people come to perform and watch the dancers was amazing! I vibrated with the music, and my insides filled with magic.

    Yet... another set of screams joined mine. I felt like I had never stopped screaming. Their corpse dropped on my inner walls. Closing me to the world once more.

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    Missing

    I'm falling, each day something is broken or gone. I wonder...does anyone remember me anymore? I'm probably a missing person's poster...pasted on one of my walls.
    ©bellemoon99

  • no_one07 16w

    Soulless Building
    I am an abandoned building with few birds visiting me after sunset. Sometimes kids enter through the front door to search for a lost cricket ball and other times the once small boy.
    I remember the days when my soul still had remained with me....
    There... he ran from one end of my heart ((corridor) to the other. The very presence of his, made the queen of my heart smile. He came towards her with his sparkling eyes. Covering the long-forgotten folds of her eyes with the warmth of his little hand. The once hidden love inside her was once again brought back by him.
    He came in front of her with a huge smile on his face, which once again reminded her that love did exist... "Nani, look what I have got for you" he said. He put his hand in his pocket trying hard to reach the precious little thing that he had specially brought for her.But as soon as he took it out, his face fell feeling dejected. The flower that he had picked from his garden had been crushed. But Nani lifted his face up with her warm hands. She took the flower and kept it near her heart and said that, it was the best gift she could ever get on her birthday....
    Days went by....and hence came days when the petals started to wither off slowly. The last petal withered off, and my soul departed along with hers...
    The boy came everyday, stood in front of the door and every year without fail, he left the exact flower on her birthdays. A tear escaped my eyes, rolling down my pipes and finally watering the flower he had left.....


    Please give it a read and genuine comments are always welcomed:)
    #firstperson

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    Soulless Building

    ©no_one07

  • hoorbanu98 16w

    I was their and today I'm here♥

    I am an abandoned building
    With few birds visiting me after sunset.
    Sometimes kids enter through
    the front to search for a lost cricket ball
    and other times,
    People find out the letters
    to solve the treasure hidden in me, into the world
    Few times when a person
    Sees me and been emotions
    With their happiness related to it,
    Once upon a time
    Everyone was interested in me
    Who I'm
    What I'm
    How I came
    But right now I lost my list of gloriousness
    They don't care about me
    How I'm
    What I'm doing
    Who will take care for me
    Their love for me as a down beautiful
    Just like people forget
    The time of bad
    And crossed life as a upon proudest.

    ©hoorbanu98
    《 29-06-2021 》

  • lonelyanddark 16w

    I am an abandoned building with few birds visiting me after sunset. Sometimes kids enter through the front door to search for a lost cricket ball and other times I just stand alone among the crowds of people and my other colleague buildings.

    I remember the day I was built ; stacks of concrete, bricks and loads of affection made my base, while the iron rods helped me give a structured shape I'm in today. I couldn't contain my elation the day all my body parts came into existence. I was contained with plush white floors, which shone like diamonds under the pearly LED lights, and cozy rooms with cream coloured satin blinds to let just the right amounts of sunshine inside. The kids' of the families that homed inside me played joyously in the nearby park every eventide and I couldn't get any happier!

    But now as I look at myself, I see a blanket of dust covering me, my baby blue painted attire creaking and falling. My walls cracking and ants clustering inside them. I see spiders weaving their webs in my nooks and lizards prowling freely all over me. Nowadays, I don't see even those few children that visited me sometimes. I'm nothing but a grotesque object no one wants to even put an eye on.

    Yesterday night I heard a group of young boys talking about how there resides an evil spirit in me and how I gulp down every human who tries to dwell inside me. And that is why no one in the town wants to come even close to my vicinity. The horror in their voices and their terror towards me broke my heart. Loneliness is the only ghoul I live with and it keeps eating me alive everyday. My rugged walls scream for help, but I go unnoticed everytime. I only wish for death now, as I see mixing with the soil better than being deserted.
    ©lonelyanddark

  • hiddenwords_of_heart 16w

    Haunted house

    I am an abandoned
    building with few birds
    visiting me after sunset.
    Sometimes kids enter
    through the front door
    to search for a lost cricket ball.

    And other times, am just
    the dark scary home,
    where the ghost resides.
    Everyone is curious to visit
    but afraid to do so. As am the
    wiered place to stop by.

    I have many spooky stories
    weaved upon, just to make you
    scared and stay away from me.
    I enjoy watching those cute
    expressions you make when
    you are anxious but I pity for it.

    Hey dude, don't worry am also
    a normal building but little peculiar.
    I am a mystery box with mixed
    emotions, but I love and care you
    like other building and make you
    strong and beautiful one fine day.

    ©hiddenwords_of_heart

  • miss_silentlyweird 16w

    We all an abandoned building at some point where people use us for their own happiness or benefits. Some wanted us to change ourselves totally without giving significance of whom we truly are while others wanted to see our life fall apart. Suck! Indeed, nevertheless what matters is even life and people make us vulnerable we still able to stand up into our best that we can just like an abandoned building. Having a contagious courage is the best foundation.

    #firstperson #wod
    #contagiousc #miraquill
    @miraquill @writersbay

    (Ps: I've been missing a lot of post,
    will read y'all soon)

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    "I am an abandoned building with few birds visiting me after sunset.
    Sometimes kids enter through the front door to search for a lost cricket ball and other times people use me to explore, expecting I have something they can find for their own guarantee.
    Some people wanted to own and rebuild me. Funny! How they wanted to change me without giving appreciation to what I used to be — but most and for all I am just a little structure other wanted to wreck into smallest pieces of me."

    —©miss_silentlyweird

  • nitah_rytes 16w

    I am that artist who has painted not a portrait for my own living room. Even a canvas of my own face cannot be spotted here. Am I of an eccentric character or just personification?

    ©nitah_rytes

  • stelly 16w

    Abandoned building

    I am an abandoned building
    With few birds visiting me after sunset
    Sometimes kids enter through the front door
    To search for a lost cricket ball,
    And other times some bulglar
    Sneaked through the broken casement
    To robbed abandoned treasure.

    I had became mute,
    And trespassers would only stare at me
    Gossiping about how I had lost my voice?
    I'm soaking in pain
    Mercilessly I can't breathe no more
    I can no longer hold my tears anymore
    Only the floor would comfort my pain.

    No one seems to favour me anymore
    Bushes of sorrow wrap up my feet
    And strange creatures crawling on my walls,
    Darkness had swallowed my soul
    Something started crushing my skin and bones
    My whole body started to distort
    Slowly I started turning into dust.
    ©stelly

  • antheia_ 16w

    #firstperson #contagiousc

    A ᴅɪʟᴀᴘɪᴅᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʀɪᴄᴋᴇᴛʏ ᴇɴᴛɪᴛʏ..

    ��'m an abandoned building with few birds visiting me at sunset. Sometimes kids enter through the front door to search for a lost cricket ball and other times melancholia visits me cloaked in drab overalls.

    I'm home to some bush crickets, their buzz being the only sound that resonates in my now deserted premises after eventide befalls. I'm home sometimes to a vagrant mendicant too who seeks shelter in my ruinous remains away from the bustling crowd of the megalopolis. My decrepit walls covered with funereal moss at times spring to life with the dormant but reverberating echoes of the bygones when I used to stand as a grandiose sprawling heritage '�������� ��������' of '������������ ������������' in the erstwhile Bengal Province.

    The pristine white ground of the magnificent ���������� �������� surrounded by arches & commanding columns but now covered with layers of dust and muck used to come alive everytime a new bride used to set foot in my majestic realm with her �������� adorned feet & ���������������� ����������...the crimson of my floors in the bedrooms matching the blush of her cheeks.

    During �������������� ����������, every year the womenfolk of the '�������� ��������' used to assemble to celebrate the spring festival on flower decorated swing hung on the brawny branches of the lone Banyan tree in my courtyard with the red & yellow of their ���������������� reflecting to be an embodiment of contagious sparkling �������� hopes.

    Gush of memories oftentimes exude from the perforations in my now derelict ceiling along with the rain whenever those wistful grey clouds hover & open up atop my dour prosaic edifice. Now I'm just a remnant of my former glory, a dilapidated ̶r̶̶o̶̶b̶̶u̶̶s̶̶t̶ rickety entity savouring the pungency of solitude since a decade whilst occasionally tasting the acerbic grief, riffling the musty pages of lucid poesies of my resplendent history, humming hushed melodies and appreciating the sangria sundowns & scarlet sunrises with the whirr of the gentle breeze & mellow sunshine in between..waning, waiting for my ultimate D E M I S E.

    ©antheia_

    628~21

    P. S~ 'Hushed Melodies' credited to @_chemicalhearts__

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    Glossary:
    Sabha Ghar~ Auditorium/Hall.

    Benarosi~A Banarasi (pronounced Benarosi in Bengali) sari/saree is a sari made in Varanasi/Benares,an ancient city of India. These saris are among the finest saris in India and are known for their gold and silver brocade or zari, fine silk and opulent embroidery.

    Alta~Alta is a red dye that is applied to the hands and feet of women, mainly in the Indian subcontinent. It has great significance in Bengali culture.

    Jamdani~ Jamdani (saree) is a hand loom woven fabric made of cotton, which was historically referred to as muslin. The Jamdani weaving tradition is of Bengali origin, traditionally woven around Dhaka, Bangladesh.

    Basant Utsav~ Spring festival.

    Neuf~ New(french)

    *'Boro Bari of Thakur Moshai' literally translates to 'big bungalow of Mr. Thakur'.

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    A ᴅɪʟᴀᴘɪᴅᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʀɪᴄᴋᴇᴛʏ ᴇɴᴛɪᴛʏ..

  • writers_ink_ 16w

    I am an abandoned building with few birds visiting me after sunset .sometimes kids enter through the front door to search for a lost cricket ball and other times nobody even bothers at my existence. people think I am haunted and make bad stories about my existence so nobody bothers to even buy or look at me. Kids look at me with fear wherein all I need is someone to love me and look at my beauty from within. Every time all I feel is how alone and lonely I am and now my own existence haunts me...
    @aksa08
    #firstperson
    @writersnetwork @writersbay @miraquill

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    ©writers_ink_

  • blackdee 16w

    This is me being an abandoned building and hoping to be fixed so I can be free from the terrors that comes with being an abandoned building.
    @miraquill @writersnetwork
    #firstperson #pod #wod #passion

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    'I'

    I am an abandoned building with few birds visiting me after sunset.
    Sometimes kids enter through the front door to search for a lost cricket ball.
    And other times I become a refuge for the homeless and thieves.
    I am a lost soul, sitting and waiting...

    The world passes by me daily, weekly, monthly and yearly...and yet,
    No one hears my cries, my prayers for acceptance
    My hope to be rejuvenated
    Too often, I have seen and heard the cruel desires of men towards another
    I have become a secret harem for young lovers shying from the world.

    I have watched lives being taken at my bossom and had my core filled with blood, innocent and guilty alike.
    The sun, the only element that compliments me on my worn out beauty,
    Spreads it's warmth over me like a roof over a house that shelters it from the storm..
    But that can never be enough for me

    I sit in my ruins and shambles
    Shivering from the frigidity of my soul
    Begging, hoping that I will feel the touch of love and warmth that the sun cannot provide
    The warmth that will bring me back to my beauty and splendor
    Freeing me from this voices that roam freely around my heart.
    That I will once again be a home where love and only love flourish.

    ©Blackdee

  • immaculate_0300 16w

    Me

    I am an abandoned building with few birds visiting me after sunset . Sometimes kids enter through the front door to search for a lost cricket ball and other times some think I'm haunted by a ghost , so they come in for an adventure , it became a residence for various insects too. Many gossips about me and my abandonment which I never care. I enjoy being alone with myself. Once I wished that a lot of people must stay in.... But I am literally used to my solace. Many thought of renovating but found me useless. Sometimes the night Bats stay and go. I'm dilapidated and weak. I don't know how long I'd endure storms and other calamities. However there came a family and gave a new life to me breaking all the gossips and my solace. Now I'm strong and happy.

    One can't find happiness in solace all the time. I understood then.....
    ©immaculate_0300