#how

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  • addypoet 10h

    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

  • danswrang 5w

    Whoever I have met become
    unfamiliar with
    time
    I don't know why, how, when;
    But,
    I just know who.

    ©danswrang

  • the_pmk 6w

    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?

    ©the_pmk

  • sheikh_huzaifa 6w

    K zamana khail ta gaya
    Hum dekh tay gayai
    K zamana khail ta gaya
    Hum dekh tay gayai
    Kabhi yai samajh na aaya ki
    Loog kaisay dilu say khail jatay hai.....
    #love #poetry #game #playing #hearts #Life #people #World #watching #how #they #play #with #heart #pod #wod #mirakee #share

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    ©sheikh_huzaifa

  • wildpen01 7w

    #what if?
    #will you?
    #cause I can?
    #how about you

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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.
    ©wildpen01

  • 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.... "
    ©ions0206

  • seraphel 8w

    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?
    ©seraphel

  • 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.
    ©gutzwvw

  • mazingmee 9w

    #loveisu #how to tell #what you mean to me?

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    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..

  • i_write_what_i_cant_speak 10w

    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_speak

  • kingdomdelight 10w

    When 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 splendor

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    How Great is our God !

    ©kingdomdelight

  • 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....

    ©joban8

  • purrrrr 11w

    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.


    ©purrrrr

  • 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)
    ©divoohere

  • beware 12w

    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?

    ©beware

  • the_fragile_broken_and_lost 13w

    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
    ©the_fragile_broken_and_lost

  • mithirocky 13w

    #question
    #wod
    #miraquill
    #mirror
    #how many poems have you written?

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    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?
    ©mithirocky

  • shaktishukla199 13w

    #How it feels to be a woman
    #what it's like to be a woman .....
    This piece is my personalised and some sort of a refined version of Byron's "she walks in Beauty " with the intention of making it more realistic than poetic.....��

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    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...

    ©shaktishukla199

  • samyuktha_durai 13w

    How can she ?

    Staying away from mom hurts, more than staying away from the love of our life.

    ©samyuktha_durai

  • joban8 14w

    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...

    ©joban8