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  • thebhavnasaxena 3h

    Howl

    The moment between saying
    Goodbye and leaving,
    Stay a while on the fringes
    Of paradise, let me memorise
    The way your lips curve in a
    Half smile, one last time,
    Let me feel the shade
    Of your shadow shielding me
    From the harsh reality that turns
    On me like a furious sun,
    Wait a bit, let me inhale a bit of
    Your breath, so I never forget
    That eclectic mix of roses, mint and wild,
    Before you go, tell me one thing,
    Where do I take my fractured heart,
    What elixir would heal this fever that
    You leave me with, I will long for you,
    In my nocturnal solitude, where is the
    Vessel that would hold my pain and
    Not shatter, I will howl for you,
    Like the wolf howls for the moon,
    In the realm beyond, will you hear me?
    ©thebhavnasaxena

  • lovenotes_from_carolyn 2d

    TU ME MANQUES
    by lovenotes_from_carolyn
    In the midst of an emotional upheaval
    Her doleful eyes were dotted daintily with dewdrops
    And her uninhibited inner sanctum was ripe with remorse and regret
    Thus she dared not dawdle nor dally
    Lest she might deliquesce, right there, in the place that she stood
    Hence she turned, in fact pivoted, in that pivotal moment
    And with ardent aplomb, she adroitly absconded through the appropriate aperture
    Whereupon, a long awaited apology was deftly delivered
    And two long lamenting lovers
    Reveled and rejoiced in their reunion.
    ©lovenotes_from_carolyn 9/14/2021

    #miss #dewdrop #wod #apologizec #writersnetwork #miraquill #alliteration #writersbay #fiction #freeverse

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  • sjbeaux 5d

    `Dare to dream `

    Gazing upon her beautiful lure with lust-filled eyes, I must remember that my intentions remain bare of the possibilities of her love.

    I have dreamed over and over again wishing for her passion, gleaming with sanguinity, but always remaining with a broken loneliness.

    ©sjbeaux

  • alextheft 1w

    Kingmaker,
    The alone & forgotten,
    who's name has withered just like her
    Skin,
    All of the nobles would surely remember
    her with hate & disgust since childhood,

    It were hers, the old hands that picked up
    the crown & didn't let it crumble,
    O, she was a heartless whore,
    Who looked for an heir in times not needed,
    So, when it came to ownership and gore
    She could end it with a name

    Rumours were no new foes, just like
    When,
    The corridors spoke of how she fed on jewels
    While her room was pathetic like a rug,
    None of the kind, none of adaptable,
    She was what she was the day they called her

    Kingmaker,
    For efforts of her husband
    Who now slept in the world of god's
    & She on a hearth of wars,
    One would say she was betrothed
    To the throne,
    The way she looked at it,
    Not wanting,
    Only praising
    Not gold
    But worth.
    ©alextheft

  • nocturnal_enigma 2w

    Letter to September ~

    Dear, September.
    You come before...
    October, November & December.
    You 4 shall be welcomed...
    like babies born in the world.
    September babies such as...
    Lee Jong-suk, Song Joong-ki. Etc.
    Plus, my EX-bf, that out of this world.
    I think, he's gone �� to other planet. ��‍��
    I imagine, there's a thick fog there.
    What a relief! So, I can enjoy my...
    life, �� without being disturbed.
    I blocked him on all SocMeds,
    just in case, if he get kicked ��
    out of it, just for existing.

    Dear, September.
    It is a month....
    that my crush will remember....
    as he put FB's cover picture...
    of his crush and her daughter,
    10 years ago, on 9th month of
    2011. I say prayers �� that he will...
    change it. But, that only happen...
    if he can change his feeling for her.
    I saw that he ignored her, recently,
    when she tagged him in a post about
    food, with her caption "Yummy." just like...
    how she ignored him, long ago, when he...
    tagged her in a post about love-shaped...
    puddle with his caption "I love it when it rain."

    © Nuruliffa Emirah
    @ nocturnal_enigma

    ~

    * 3.9.2021; 8.42 P.M (Malaysia)

    #freeverse #free #verse #fog #wod #hyperbole @miraquill

    #Septemberc #September #challenge by @writersbay

    * I didn't chose the background. It automatically there. So, I just use it. (I imagine the woman as me. Looks sassy)

    * P.s: My EX-bf & my #crush are 2 different men!
    1st stanza for EX #EX0 & 2nd stanza for #AHBA

    ~

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  • poems_by_k 2w

    GREEN SKY

    Girl you wanted green sky
    I wandered searching
    Like a mad man
    In an unknown land
    I soon realised
    It was in your green eyes
    That reflected the sky.

    ©poems_by_k

  • 84prasen 2w

    Will You Cry for Me

    Will you cry for me?
    Mine can't bring tears anymore
    They must have been dried up,
    As I'm crying since long .
    From the advent of my life
    Crying I,
    I cried for little things,
    I whimpered for love;
    And to see the departure of
    Near ones, I wailed enough .
    I cried over victory and loss,
    Now at the brink of my life
    I can't cry anymore.....
    So, will you cry for me?

    (©️Prasenjit Chanda )
    From my book "Musing".
    ©84prasen

  • nocturnal_enigma 2w

    Crazy Poet ~

    I'm a Crazy Poet.
    Insane inside.
    Busy writing poems.
    Insomniac at nights.
    Inking thoughts.
    Poignant posts. Powerful!
    Poetry madness. Poeticism!
    Picturesque words. Mental pabulum!
    Poets are like potters.
    Wounded poets's hearts...
    are like the cracks, known...
    as crazing in pottery.
    We potter about by ourselves.
    Readers heartstrings tugged by us.
    Dawdle. Lollygaging at times.
    Despite deadly deadlines.
    Doodle. LOL. Laughing at it.
    Wasting time. Lazy. Procrastinate.
    Time to kill. Non-professional.
    Imperfect writings. Can improve.
    Average vocabulary. Need to learn.
    Amusing musings by nonchalant weirdos.
    It's not easy to sharpen skill of writing.
    With efforts, wannabes becomes talented.
    What am I writing?! I told you.
    I'm a Crazy Poet! I get crazier...
    as time passes. Writer's Block...
    caused by Brain Fog. Oh, no!
    Crazy Poet?! Well...Yes, I am!

    © Nuruliffa Emirah
    @ nocturnal_enigma

    * #FreeVerse #Free #Verse #challenge using the word #Fog @miraquill #wod

    * 2.9.2021; 4.40 A.M (Malaysia)

    * Crazy Poet is 1 of Jeon So Min's nicknames. (1 of my favourite members of #RunningMan. My mama like her too. Maybe, because she remind her of me? LOL. See my other posts: #LoveFrog & #CheerfulGiraffe)

    #Crazy #Poet

    Mental Pabulum @ Food of thought = Something that should be thought about or considered carefully

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    Crazy Poet ~

    I'm a Crazy Poet.
    Insane inside. Intensity!
    Busy writing poems.
    Insomniac at nights.
    Inking thoughts, with pure intentions.
    Poignant posts. Powerful!
    Poetry madness. Poeticism!
    Picturesque words; Mental pabulum!
    Poets are like potters.
    Wounded poets's hearts...
    are like the cracks, known...
    as crazing in pottery.
    We potter about by ourselves.
    Readers heartstrings tugged by us.
    Dawdle. Lollygaging at times.
    Despite deadly deadlines.
    Doodle. LOL. Laughing at it.
    Wasting time. Lazy. Procrastinate.
    Time to kill. Non-professional.
    Imperfect writings. Can improve.
    Average vocabulary. Need to learn.
    Amusing musings by nonchalant weirdos.
    It's not easy to sharpen skill of writing.
    With efforts, wannabes becomes talented.
    What am I writing?! I told you.
    I'm a Crazy Poet! I get crazier...
    as time passes. Writer's Block...
    caused by Brain Fog. Oh, no!
    Crazy Poet?! Well...Yes, I am!

    © Nuruliffa Emirah
    @ nocturnal_enigma

  • nocturnal_enigma 2w

    * 2.9.2021; 2.29 A.M (Malaysia)

    * For: My #crush �� #AHBA ~

    Love ❤️ Frog �� ~

    I'm a Love Frog.
    Hopeless romantic.
    A true-love seeker.
    'Jumped' to ex-crushes.
    Now, only one crush.
    Which is you, my dear.
    You're my sweetheart.
    I flog about love.
    I romanticize...
    through my poems...
    and songs. You, my muse,
    who touched my heart, then,
    broke it, must unbreak...
    it! Thick fog has been...
    cleared. This time, I can...
    see you clearly, not blurly.
    When I dreamt of you...
    again, I felt a sense of...
    Dejavu! It seems like...
    reality. But, as I woke up...
    and realise it was such...
    a sweet dream, it look..
    like a thick fog that....
    has been cleared.
    I wait for true-love.
    Full bloom romance.
    Fullfilled fairy-tale.
    Love Frog? I am.

    © Nuruliffa Emirah
    @ nocturnal_enigma

    ~

    #ConcretePoetry (A person standing) #wod
    @miraquill #NuEmConcrete

    Flog = Promote or talk about (something) repetitively or at excessive length.

    * #LoveFrog is 1 of Jeon So Min's nicknames. (1 of my favourite members of #RunningMan. My mama like her too. Maybe, because she remind her of me? LOL. See my other posts: Crazy Poet & #CheerfulGiraffe )

    2 meanings of 'thick fog that has been cleared':

    * My crush's face was clearly shown, in my dream this time, instead of blurred a bit, in my previous dreams.

    * The sweet dream is like a thick fog. It cleared when I woke up. So, I'm back to reality.

    * #FreeVerse #Free #Verse #challenge using the word #Fog @miraquill #wod

    * #Romanticizec #Touchedc #Dejavuc #challenges @writersbay #touched #DejaVu

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    Love Frog ~

    I'm a Love Frog.
    Hopeless romantic.
    A true-love seeker.
    'Jumped' to ex-crushes.
    Now, only one crush.
    Which is you, my dear.
    You're my sweetheart.
    I flog about love.
    I romanticize...
    through my poems...
    and songs. You, my muse,
    who touched my heart, then,
    broke it, must unbreak...
    it! Thick fog has been...
    cleared. This time, I can...
    see you clearly, not blurly.
    When I dreamt of you...
    again, I felt a sense of...
    Dejavu! It seems like...
    reality. But, as I woke up...
    and realise it was such...
    a sweet dream, it look..
    like a thick fog that....
    has been cleared.
    I wait for true-love.
    Full bloom romance.
    Fullfilled fairy-tale.
    Love Frog? I am.

    © Nuruliffa Emirah
    @ nocturnal_enigma

  • preporna 2w

    #freeverse @free

    Never forget the own beauty
    Never forget to be bloom ✨

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    Life's watercourse

    Life is a rivulet
    with its wrethe and twirl
    The more we live, the more brief appears
    Whether a storm or flood
    that troubles
    And unrest our life
    seem to flow with mysterious current.
    Go wherever you want
    Be whoever you desire...
    Let the fright be the shadow
    Not a guide...
    Be yourself the light
    that lights the world...
    ©preporna

  • yashvibansal 2w

    You Never Got as Cold

    You are a piece of art, stoic and stable
    You tell yourself.
    (Maybe even a little stale)
    You will not allow yourself to be human
    Because you know how broken human beings are
    How the world tramples them
    Like autumn leaves.
    But sometimes, you cannot help it
    And then your eyes remember that they are not painted
    And weep.
    Your nose remembers that it is not marble
    And sniffs.
    Your mouth remembers that it is not sculpted
    And howls.
    And from the fog,
    Rises the vulnerability you buried.
    You never got as cold
    As you wanted to be.
    ©yashvibansal

  • rhythmic_beats 2w

    #september is special

    Love zephyrs in the air when he smiles wide at 12:00am when September arrives with birthday gift♥️✨

    #free #freeverse #fog
    #love #birthday #rhythmic_beats
    #miraquill #writersnetwork

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    September morning kisses
    Footprint of fog, when the heart
    Sleeps in the roasted coffee pages;
    Draped inside the warmth of
    Wilted rose petals still fuses
    Freshness of misty love dews,
    Flourishing the air with some
    Himalayan green valleys,
    Valentine crimson autumn,
    Sparkling snowflakes glittering sonnets,
    And the September canopy shades you
    With haikus and rhymes waking you up
    With poetic alarms, ringing a
    Warm rhythmic fog in your heart,
    To walk in the forest of
    September poem musings
    And fill the lungs and ribs with
    Stardust of a poet carrying
    Clusters of many souls
    Through poetry in the
    Chirping music of September fog.
    ©rhythmic_beats

  • sleepingsoul 2w

    Vapor

    The white cloud
    Was opaque,
    Until it touched the,
    Little hands of the
    Deserted baby.
    ©sleepingsoul

  • sproutedseeds 2w

    Free verse...

    Beginning again
    another month today
    looks foggy though,
    sun will shine with
    hopes to keep moving.

    ©sproutedseeds
    01.09.21

  • infectiouswordspoetry 2w

    Your eyes,
    Are covered by a fog of kindness.
    Your heart,
    Beats with the vocabulary of unapologetic truths.
    Your nature,
    Is an emblem of grace, dignity and warmth.
    You know it well enough,
    You're been judged.
    And maybe you cry or feel frustrated sometimes,
    To see yourself numbered
    by the proportion of the mistakes you committed.
    But
    You never quivered or back answered them.
    You saw time and opportunities pass by
    But took your own time to reconcile.
    To this point in time,
    I admire you
    Feel inspired.
    To see,
    There's still so much fog of kindness in you
    And that,
    The world hasn't become that great to understand.

    ©infectiouswordspoetry


    #poets #poem #poetry #freeverse #free #fog #freeversepoetry #writing #writers @miraquill @writersnetwork

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    I saw you,
    I learnt from you.
    ©infectiouswordspoetry

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  • abinaya14 2w

    As the sun peaks out, the moody fog moves away- giving way to the first of ray.
    Birds and animals accompany the sun, with pleasant chirps filling up the sky.

    #free #wod #fog #freeverse #poetry #writersnetwork #writersofmirakee #smallpoem #muse #nature

    @miraquill @writersnetwork

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    Fog

    As the fog swirls around the mountain peaks
    A chill falls upon the humankind
    The fog dressing the nature in a beautiful veil
    The sun peaks out to admire the beauty.

    ©abinaya14

  • ashish_says 2w

    Only if you can feel it
    You can clearly see it
    That it's not what outside
    It's always the fog inside
    The fog which is hidden
    And becomes a big burden
    Try to be calm and composed
    To have a positive approach

    ©ashish_says

  • puranidiary 2w

    Thanku wn for ❤(41)
    Thanku for EC!! (14) ��
    ��tried free verse for the very first time thanks to prompt.. ��
    @heartsease hope it didn't disappoint you �� you're inspiration in free verse always !!

    @writersnetwork @miraquill #free
    #freeverse #fog #wod #ceesreposts #pod #alliteration

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    Footsteps of fog !!

    With the early crack of dawn
    I hear the footsteps of fog
    travelling through thick and thins
    Of cacophonous clouds slowly
    gulping the thunderclaps,gleaming
    to collide with knob of winter's door
    to evaporate its existence as
    dewdrops and descend upon the
    terra of parched hope chasing its
    challis of tranquility to conciliate!!

    With the first scatter of sunshine
    I see the frisky fumes of fog
    gushing upon the sparse grass
    hiding in orb of tiny pearls of peace
    and sometimes scintillating like
    flickering stars,soaking the light
    to dance upon petunia and provide
    the elixir of enrichment to the
    dried roots and kiss the kinks
    to suffuse the soil with soulful syrups!!

    With the sleepy start of siesta
    I sense the misty gasp of fog
    bedecking its death bed with
    beads of tepid breezes and
    foam of fervent farewells
    when the children sucks the
    last scoop of ice-cream and
    skinny hands squeeze the
    half cut lemon into the water
    then it slowly chases its couch
    to levitate lessons of its life story!!

    With the reunion of sun with its horizon
    I witness the rebirth of vital fog
    celebrating its continuation
    with constellation and cosmos
    marinating the moist maples
    and dripping as tiny drops upon
    the window slits of the lost poet
    who sips the last cup of caffeine to
    chase the chaos under citylights
    and quench the quill with bleeding
    rhymes ,rage, peace and pain to
    paint the crumbled papers with
    hues of fog reciting free verse !!
    ©puranidiary

  • _charu_ 2w

    its magical how
    quickly i grew,
    how quickly
    the human body
    hop skips jumps into
    adulthood
    hurtling forward,
    and how eager i was
    to run along with it
    without looking back.
    i look at you,
    you're taller now
    stronger
    (i lost at arm wrestling
    for the very first time
    last month)
    you don't make the same
    stupid jokes you used to,
    though we can still laugh
    at that time you fell in the driveway
    and i lugged you back up the stairs
    and convinced you tinkerbell bandaids
    would take away the pain.
    now your knees clack against the table
    and you hug my neck
    and talk to me about geography
    and basic, oh so basic trig
    and i feel my heart growing and tearing
    at the same time
    will it change?
    will we change?
    change is the only constant
    but not all change is good
    and it's this longing,
    this need that
    we grow into something
    sweet and lovely
    that scares me.
    expectations simply
    set you up for disappointment
    or thats what you told me
    the first time i baked
    (that cake was delicious
    and you know it,
    though youll never agree)
    but i care too much
    to not have expectations at all.
    i want you to
    grow into yourself
    grow into something beautiful
    and i want you to grow
    up on your own
    so i'll sit here and wait
    till your aching stops,
    and till you stop running
    and you come up to my little boulder
    and we can sit in the sun
    and sit in the rain
    and laugh
    about tinkerbell bandaids again.

    ©_charu_






    #pod #mirakee #mirakeeworld #readwriteunite#julietscorner #writersnetwork #writerstolli #writersbay @mirakee @mirakeeworld @writersnetwork @writerstolli #ceesreposts #potd #wod #poetryWednesday #growingup #growing #growingpains #love #storge #freeverse

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    Growing Pains

    Growing up was a hurricane, how could I let you experience the same?
    ©_charu_

  • fizahfiz_ 2w

    The wind waves it's goodbye,
    The clouds are gone,
    The stars and moon,
    Left me alone.

    The sun is bad,
    It hurts me in broad daylight,
    The moon talks to me,
    The wind whispers,
    The stars understand me,
    Under the sun everyone forgets me.


    The trees make me feel alive,
    The moonlight makes me feel happy inside,
    The stars keep me company,
    And the wind hugs me,
    The clouds become my bed,
    At all those times I am sad.


    The moon loves me,
    And the stars care,
    The clouds stay with me,
    When boone is there,
    The wind talks to me,
    And beards my words.

    The moon goes, and
    Stars do too,
    The clouds stay
    But with the sunlight,
    They forget me too.
    The wind stops talking,
    Leaving me alone.

    The clouds comfort me,
    The wind kisses me,
    The moon looks at me,
    Ever so beautifully.

    The moon fades away,
    The stars leave too,
    The wind stays,
    And clouds do too.

    They come back to me,
    Making me happy.
    I love them,
    Just how much they love me.


    ©fiz_

    #freeverse #free #moon #stars #clouds #nature #wod #pod
    @miraquill @writersnetwork

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    Nature is FREE

    Allow yourself in the freedom,
    To enjoy His gifts in life,
    And the whole of nature and its beauty.