Miraquill
HOW CAN I BE SILENT
How can I be silent,
When the sound of silence rep vibrates in my heart,
When the swollen wounds of my barrenness,
Oozes blood of supplication and meditation?
How can I be silent,
When Penina's nagging and itching voice,
Cuts through the frail fragile rust,
When her daily cuddling and giggling,
Prickle the nerves of my joy?
How can I be silent,
When year in and year out,
When in season and out of season,
I see Penina's bulging stomach,
Holding curvey fruits of the womb,
Yet no child of my name I have,
And you still gather the confidence to call me drunk,
Whilst no whine has touched my lips?
How can I be silent,
When this verbal diarrhea and demeaning,
Has intoxicated on Israel's internal and external territory,
When this uncircumcised Philistine,
Insult and provoke us?
How can I be silent,
When on my way to engulf with animosity and wrath of age,
He stroke me with a glittery light,
And denounced my persecution drive?
How can I be silent,
When by the power of prophecy,
The rattling sound of dry bones was heard,
Coming to shape,
Forming own scribes of life,
Resurrecting themselves from the world of the dead into the world of the living?
How can I be silent?
When all in the streets,
And even wives of Jericho,
Have eyes for sight and see,
But I, son of Temius,
Sees nothing less than the darkness,
And none has ever bothered to peel the veil off my eyes?
How can I be silent?
When the footsteps of the son of David vibrate the narrow of sight possibilities,
Which means I am within vicinity and divinity for the author of mercy,
And I can feel the shadow of grace and sight.
How can I be silent,
When back home in Jerusalem,
The ravens have racked and ransacked,
My fathers temple and it's walls are crumbling down to ruins,
When crooked Tobia has allowed residents to hustle their own way?
How can I be silent,
When for a hundred of years,
The vest of silence has filled the whole world,
When the circumstances of the wound has butchered the voice if reason,
perpetual patience and subsequent tolerance?
How can I be silent,
When Harman seeks to torment,
besiege and extinction of Israel's community?
How can I be silent,
When this nun Jew,
Seeks to be worshipped as if he's the God of Israel?
How can I be silent,
When I am the voice from the wilderness,
Pronouncing the messianic age and generation,
The supreme visitation of who He was, who He is and who He forever will be.
©addypoet
#how
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10 0 1
Whoever I have met become
unfamiliar with
time
I don't know why, how, when;
But,
I just know who.
©danswrang8 1
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kannu1701
प्रिय लेखक,
हमने आपकी रचनाएँ पढ़ी, वह सभी अद्वितिय हैं। हम आपको अपनी नई पुस्तक में सहयोग देने के लिए आमंत्रित करना चाहते हैं। पुस्तक आपके नाम के साथ प्रकाशित होगी साथ उसकी प्रतियां भी आपको दी जाएंगी। आपको सम्मानित करते हुए स्वर्ण पदक भी दिया जाएगा।
अधिक जानकारी के लिए संपर्क करें।
धन्यवाद
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But how?
I need her, but I feel that I cannot have,
Is that my life or is that everyone life.
Just don't know, is it due to society.
Or that's my life..
Oh god, I need her in my life.
But how?
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©sheikh_huzaifa
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WHAT IF?
THEME:WHAT IF?
What if i write a letter to you?
Will i get a reply back in a day or two,
What if i scribble my thought in a paper with my ink?
Will i get it back in an envelop engulf with pink.
What if i stare into your gaze for a second or two?
Will you be able to denotes the message i am telling you,
What if i am down and i feel so hurt?
Will you feel it too and helps me get up.
What if i could ease the baggages off your heart?
Will you allow me to or let it set you apart,
What if i give everything i have for you?
Will you give me the same in return.
What if i couldn't see you not because i am blind?
Will you give me the chance to right up all my wrong,
What if i set your thought off the cloud?
Will you believe me even if i barely make a sound.
©®Adewole Anifat.O
@wildpen|2021.
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ions0206 7w
"Frankly speaking i don't when and how my feelings for you changed when i turned and realized my heart became empty because it became yours.... "
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How?
How could you get tired of me?
Tired of my love?
Tired of my ocean eyes?
I never intended to harm you.
Even if thoughts like that pop up,
Like bubbles I pop them into nothingness.
But maybe I just did,
I just did harmed you,
Like waves pushing and pulling,
Over and again?
How could I be certain if we don't even talk?
How can we give and take assurance?
I'm oft confused, but I think it's alright.
It's alright?
I know you're hurting because of me.
But do you know I'm hurting too because of you?
Maybe these are all just overthinking.
Maybe it wasn't me you're referring to.
Maybe it wasn't me but what I did.
Maybe, but how could I be certain...
I hear your imaginary voice.
"I love you."
"I'm not tired of you, but of what you did."
But how could I be certain it's true?
How could I be certain if we don't even talk?
I don't hate, but if I do,
This feeling's just bubbles that are soon gone.
This, this is sadness...
I keep it to myself,
But I share it with God,
Thinking maybe it's enough to do just that.
This is sadness, because...
How could you get tired of me?
Tired of my love?
Tired of my ocean eyes?
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gutzwvw
9w
How's it hanging exa.
Two tales she had.
One as good.
One as evil.
He mistook.
The words for dog and death.
And though he lived.
He did not breathe clean air.
And was as akin to death.
For he was he faithful dog.
Guardian of life and death.
Anchor to strings that bind.
This universe together.
The sole unweaver.
That weather's the storm.
Not given life or death.
But the edge in between.
He hangs by his Gutz.
©gutzwvw10 1
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yuktibhatiaaa
Hi,
I really liked your way of writing and would love to have u as the co-author of my upcoming anthology
'The Broken wings'. If interested do connect with me at @yuktibhatiaaa on insta. You will be charged a minimal amount for it.
pls dont mind if I have already contacted u.
This is how I...
I read something you wrote,
I felt to adding up in it,it turned out wow,
I admired you,inside out too.
I saw a beautiful side of your heart,
I lost myself watching your creations,
I felt for each one o'them,it hides your special priceless emotions,
I asked something I should not have asked in first place,I see beautiful you,as a human being too..
I feared my own words,I said I'll get over it..I cut myself off for a day...
Thinking I'll be better alone for a while,
Only I know How I felt in the very next morning now,I relive that moment in some sleepless night,when there is peace around and chaos in my head,and pain in my heart..17 2 3
How?
How do you move on?
How do you live after being broken?
How do you mend your heart?
How do you trust a cheater?
How do you endure all the pain?
How do you believe in love again?
How do you trust someone who broke your heart?
How do you find a new beginning?
And even after so much pain
How do you still not give up on love?
©i_write_what_i_cant_speak4 0
kingdomdelight 10w
Read MoreWhen daylight falls ...
Creation turns around and blushes
In stillness and quietness, tranquility, is found
Amazingly! The earth doesn't feel round?
In awe and wonder, one gazes, at the beauty in total wonder !
While the trees stood tall ...
The beautiful waters mirrors, one's heart.
Nothing, to ponder only this amazing beauty, of total wonder!
a Beautiful piece of wonderland ...i'm the privilege traveller, who grew, daily fonder
Creation, a very rare diamond beauty ...i'm the daily-blessed beholder.
When daylight falls ...
I'm the observer, the one who sees, creation turns and blushes
a Treasure hunter, who loves to sits, on a piece of tree trunk, only admiring!
Capturing the beauty ...
Oh, mountains of glory, surrounds my delightful soul !
Suddenly,
Nature looks at me and blushes
her cloudy cheeks turns orange and red,
simultaneously
a sunlight ray, brushes over the scarlet red
In total amazement!
Big wide eyes of wonder
Smiles of pure excitement
One's mouth, still a lil open, jaw breaking, an admiring wonders
God's beautiful creation, breathtaking in wonder!
When daylight falls
She pulls, her long colourful evening gown, up in a bundle .... Creation, hasty tip toe away ...
While the fairy godmother, turns her dress into a midnight wonder
Slowly, her dress rolls open nd galaxies come tumbling after ...
Ready, for the Midnight "Galaxy" Ball
So many stars ...
Oh the Moon, the Lone Ranger, the Marshal of great promises ...
Always, at midnight, he lights up ...
the light of hope ... the light of the Lord's promises.
The most beautiful light nd evening nightly show, ever !
The spectacular midnight veil opens before one's eyes
The curtain pulls up before all the stars ...
Mine eyes searches for Marshal, the host ...
The brightes centre piece of all stars
Who brightens the skies with his white nd yellow toner ...
Gentle and elegantly, he leads Creation, the guest of honour, by the hand
into the most beautiful and glorious midnight dance
For all of us on planet earth, to watch in awe nd splendor
a Moment to treasure, deeply nd slowly, inhale an embrace ...
Breathless one whispers: "How GREAT is our God!"
a Symphony of midnight sounds
The eminent maestro cricket
dressed in his tailor made, black suit nd tie
Invisible to the human eye
a clever nightly musician, a chameleon of the midnight sky
a Gentle cool breeze smooth the soul
Fireflies enlighten the midnight show
The violin starts to play, one tender, emotional heart cry,
a Heart string, overwhelms nd snaps, suddenly a dance so slow
The frog choir sings deeply deep ... a longing for first love to seek
Time flies, when one, gets caught up, in admiring God's awesome Creation ...
Creation's extraordinary beauty, helps us, daily, to face nd ace
Each nd every new day with God's amazing grace !
Gladly our heart sings : "How GREAT is our God! "
"Oh come sing with me, now ... How great is our God!"
Jesus Christ, our true "first love" !
Our beloved, Rose of scarlet, the purest love ever to be found
The lily of the valley ! The brightest mornin' star!
To love, to have, to hold, to cherish ... eternity long
Never to leave nor forsake ...
a True love, eternity, strong !
Indeed ... "How great is our God! How great is our God !"
Let the whole earth sings with me ... "How great is our God!"
#wod #pod # mirakee #miraquill #writersnetwork #readwriteunite #poem #poetry #How great is our God #creation # midnight splendorHow Great is our God !
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joban8
11w
The Books
Eh ki kitaaba ne,
Mera har swaal Hal kr dindiya...
Mere zehen ch uthdey toofana nu,
Minutaa vich thall dindiya....
Matt bakshdiya eh menu
Kdi raah v sahi vikhaundiya ne ,
Menu loka vich rulldey firdey nu
Laa gall eh vraundiya ne....
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How do I tell them?
People ask me to write tales of joy.
But, how do I tell them it isn't my choice?
I try and try
But it only leads to
more cries and cries.
I could hear the walls
laughing at me,
Mocking me at my
deserted mind.
For the evocation of happiness
seems impossible for me.
The bloodless pages
glaring at me.
Wanting to be stained
In the colors of my life.
But how do I tell them? ~
That the ashes of my burnt serenity
have been swept away
by the notorious wind.
That my heart has become
a battleground
For everyone to play tricks on.
And oh so, I still carry it like an Eden.
The restless nights,
Me not being able to do a glorious write.
My mind's all clueless
For the happiness cannot confess.
And I murmur....
How do I tell them?
Every time I write a poem
At the corner of my heart,
I fear, will it be my limit?
Will my inspiration cease?
And all again I'll become diseased?
Because it has been my escape now.
But my scattered thoughts
never cease to amaze me.
And here I am with
another piece.
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divoohere
12w
How amazing naa!!
Means some people come in our life like
"A Shooting Star" and makes our dustiest and darkest world a lighten, and spending every moment with them feels like we are in a shining part of our life.
But sometimes an unexpected incident happens that makes us to go apart from that moment...and that's hurt!!!
But...take a minute!!
We have to thank them for being a part of our life .❣️( Ending tak saath nhi h to kya hua, life ki story m to h naa)
©divoohere26 6 2
- divoohere @pranshidwivedi_ thankyou so much ❤️
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hatcheggpublication_
Dear writer,
We read your creations, they are very unique. We would like to invite you to participate in our new book. The book will be published with your name and copies of it will also be given to you.
for more information contact.
Thank you
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- uttkarsh_15 You've used the Cosmos Well in your writeup
- divoohere @uttkarsh_15 thankyou
H O W ?
How can you say that you're a writer?
if the pen you used is not yours,
and the ink contains wicked blood.
How can you say that you're truly a writer?
if you just used scissors to cut the paper,
and paste it as one of your property.
How could you be proud to your masterpiece?
if it's just a piece,
and you're not the master writing on it.
HOW?
©beware18 4 3
- sandye Yes right said
- anamika17 Nicely and truly said.
- vipin_vn The यूनिवर्सल truth..!
- beware @sandye @anamika17 @vipin_vn thanks. Yeah it is.
Consumption of You
I wake up, I think of you next to me. Looking into your intense set eyes.
I can't help but to pinch myself.
Wondering if you are real this time.
All the times before, it was just a dream.
You were just a dream.
The most intense dreams, I have.
You are in them.
Consuming my mind.
Our bodies intertwined
Consumption of you,
Oh my my
I don't ever mind
Or let my mind wander elsewhere
Only thoughts of you.
And the consumption of all of you.
Licking your lips, rubbing your body
Leaving every last touch on my fingers.
I get up, kissing your sexy chest.
Looking into your eyes,
The sparkle alone in your eyes.
That's what makes me so weak.
One look in your eyes.
Making it so hot
Going down more my hand knows
As my tongue follows shortly after.
Licking you up & down.
Consuming all of you I can.
Oh, I taste it.
Already, licking my lips for more.
You have me on fire now.
Damn, damn its so hot in here I can't hold back any more.
I have to, sit down on you.
Slowly, up and down.
Slowly consuming you, all of you.
We both feel the fire, as you grow more
And stiffer, oh bae fill me all the way up
You see now what I mean.
How much I need you.
And still need you.
Mmmmmmmm you may have an idea
How much I wanted you,
To feel you.
To consume all of you.
I knew how damn good you would feel.
From the moment I set eyes on you,
I knew that the consumption of you would be like no other.
No other man, is as gentle
Pure loving & so easy to love.
I could not help but to fall.
I fell so fast.
It just happened.
Amazing me at the end of the day.
I didn't mean to consume you.
It was the gravitational pull,
Irresistible force,
I could not walk away from.
©pieces_of_me_left_behind
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yuktibhatiaaa
Hi,
I really liked your way of writing and would love to have u as the co-author of my upcoming anthology
'The Broken wings'. If interested do connect with me at @yuktibhatiaaa on insta - the_fragile_broken_and_lost @pinkpanther hi DON'T MAKE ANOTHER COMMENT ON MY POSTS. AND I MEAN IT. IM NOT INTERESTED NOW OR LATER. THANK YOU
- the_fragile_broken_and_lost @nityatiwari__ thank you very much.
Poems
On a beautiful morning of fifteenth
Miraquill came to me with a zestful dream
to pen down some memories unseen
A challenge is turned into an opportunity
on uniting set A with set B of fantasies
Today my mirror has asked me a wonderful question
That took me to bountiful emotions
How many poems have you written?
on counting became bewildered and smitten
whispered an echo from a winning Meako
Like flowers in a garden
How can I count my uncountable?
Like a menu from different delicious to dine
How can I pick that is favourite of mine?
©mithirocky20 2 3
- childauthor_345 Oh wow a short summary to start and later the quill of verses . Beautifuly figured out the question and marked such fascinating lines , the flow and rhymes were awesome and amazing vocab . Loved it @writersnetwork
- mithirocky @childauthor_345 thank you
shaktishukla199
13w
What it's like to be a woman ....
She walks with fear
All around
While roaming around those Streets
Of the holy land where
Goddesses are worshipped
And daughters are murdered inside their
Mother's wombs ....
As she knows what it means
Putting her life at stake .....
With every brave decision that she takes,
Moral policing and verbal abuse
Being the untold miseries of almost every household .....
Deeply enrooted foundations of
Gender hegemony
inflicting the sense of lacking self-worth
Being justified in the name
Of culture
creating taboos
Around her own body
Be it menstrual blood or virginity
Dehumanising extremes of infibulation as
One of those atrocities
Restablishing themselves as
Customary practices.......
Instances of draconian encounters
Like honour killings and marital rapes
Being the tales of those who
Once dared to make their own choice..
And the
Opionated ones are welcomed with
Digitalised eve teasing and trolls ....
It all adds up to the price that is meant
To be paid for being a WOMAN...
©shaktishukla1997 1
samyuktha_durai
13w
Read More#readwriteunite #writersnetwork #instagram
#how can she have that effectHow can she ?
Staying away from mom hurts, more than staying away from the love of our life.
©samyuktha_durai14 1
How..?
Aesa kaisey keh dein apko,
Ki jo hamarey saath Kiya apke saath bhi
Jrur hoga,
Muhobatt hai apse jnaab,
Door hokey bhi ye paap humse na hoga...
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hatcheggpublication_
Dear writer,
We read your creations, they are very unique. We would like to invite you to participate in our new book. The book will be published with your name and copies of it will also be given to you.
for more information contact.
Thank you
Insta - hatchegg_publication
Mail : publish@hatcheggpublication.com
