Mirakee
Why?
This sadness that I am carrying now,
Pain itself would take a bow.
All i can think about is the things i couldn't say then,
But then what's the point that now has become when.
Maybe a picture until next time,
Or a company as you sprinkle your food with lime.
These are the things i could have said then,
But then what's the point that now has become when.
Maybe it's God and his little play,
This is what gives me strength that he is moulding us with his clay.
Yet i feel so sad,
That i wasn't able to say these things I wanted too so bad.
©shik_whik
#identity
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shik_whik
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angeljohn
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@politewriteTrust, Sincere and Immortal..
Trueheartedness,
synonymously respect trustworthiness..
Cause plainspoken is a token
of an accurate genuineness,
but; this day it's not reawakened nor spoken..
Perceptibility,
identical and suitable to one's victoriousness..
For sincerity does place a good deal
and contributes, the trustworthy soul,
an eternal credit, with no call to edit..
Trueheartedness, dominantly highlights
all lively-material's trustworthiness..
Hence, oh Consumers, do remain,
without the pessimistic stain
of dishonesty upon your personalities fine..
Plainspoken conclusions, do derive a detailed
summary of the subject conversed..
Thoroughly immersed in an ace genuiness..
Thus, Speakers-infinite open up and
offer a rebirth to the truth that is dead; these days..
Perceptibility is an ability
to lodge a victorious prize, within one's integrity..
For an accurate-attitude,
welcomes an evident liveliness and
arrests hearts with love, quite grand..
Oh Man! Oh humanly clan!
Do adapt a sincere expression;
and earn a credit immortal in passion!
©angeljohn10 1
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Rolling Stone
Like fresh air,
Take a hike somewhere,
Try to find a lake around there,
Mountain dogs are the best companion I hear?
A rolling stone does not conceal much, doesn't really care.
Such rollings & stoned atmosphere must wander much,
When all growlings seem to disappear, adjust to being such.
A socio prone will find it hard to steer, obviously cautious of thoughts and his funds.
You yourself is the best companion I fear,
Identity is so fragile that it slips into thin air.
Sit beside the lake you found & then take a hike out there.
Or else fire up some wood because you don't need to be somewhere.
The prowlings are gone too far, for long hasn't been here.
A rolling stone doesn't know much & he really doesn't care.
©shivam_rs_tyagi6 2
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humor_hive
Beautifully crafted!
Hi! Can you please do me a favor. I urgently need few subscriptions on my stand up comedy channel. Kindly extend your support if you find it worth. The link is in my bio. Thanks a lot!
Btw you can my latest stand up comedy :
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humor_hive
Beautifully crafted!
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Haiku On 'Identity'?
Who are you? Really?
Who are you are in others eyes?
Would you see yourself?
©ogunsola_ayobami_samuel -
The best walk is on the street of anonymity
©poster_boy -
The Ritual
I am free from who I was yesterday.
Yesterday I freed myself from what I was months ago.
Months before I killed the thing I was an year before.
Each day we evolve and slowly tear apart from our own vile self, from the past.
So, if a part of you is aching of what you were yesterday,
Don't be sad. It is your past self's skin tearing itself apart from you for a whole new self to reveal.
Trust the process.
The pain is worth enduring for what you're yet to discover.
©amysticalmess12 1 2
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anukshasen
Dear writer,
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Courageous Shades
My colors fly high tonight
Above the blazing storm
Beyond its deathly shroud
Filled with the cries of the fallen
~
A melody explodes
From the depths of my lungs
Like red banners of revolt
Before their murdering colossus
~
My stride is fearless tonight
I play the villain in the dark
I wield a hero’s sure weapon
Burning the bridge to years past
To my crime of love lost
© 2021 William Wright, Jr.8 1
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rakeshkh
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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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rakeshkh
Dear writer,
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_writer_at_heart_
5w
Read MoreWord Prompt:
Write a 3 word micro-tale on Identity.
#mirakee #mirakeewriters #writersnetwork #writersworld #ceesreposts #writersbay #mirakeeworld #writersbureau #pod #tod #writerstolli #englishwriters #readwriteunite #identity
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Identity is fabricated.
©_writer_at_heart_ -
Masked unmasked
Maybe there are several issues one has wearing a mask, but there's certainly an advantage one can hardly rule out that all look strangers and this way many can conceal their identities.
©jeetspeaks -
yours_ephemerally
6w
Read MoreWho are you?
A person, A human,
A song, A melody,
Or a mix of all- a parody?
Are you the bird?
Or the river?
The giant glorious Sun,
Or the little, building beaver?
Does the ocean signify you more?
Or that little boat reaching for the shore?
Are you the wind?
Or the storm?
The pretty rose petal,
Or the prickly thorn?
Or maybe the entire rose plant?
Waiting for someone to pick your roses?
Hiding the thorns you consider hideous,
Amidst the big green leaves,
Hoping they only see the pretty flower
And you can fulfill,
Their perfect dream of perfection.
Who are you?
The running mouse,
Or the chasing cat?
The big eyed night owl,
Or the upside down hanging, bat?
Are you the fruit laden tree?
Or the eagle- fearlessly flying free?
The peak of a snowy mountain,
Or the water filled valley, amidst the rain?
Are you the rain itself?
Quenching the thirst of some,
While drowning a few others.
Are you the fool that drowns?
Or the fool with the parched throat?
Who are you?
A person or a human?
A whirlpool of emotions,
A tornado of thoughts,
A collection of memories,
A fable of wars fought?
I?
I am the poet.
Finding my answers,
In your interpretations.
Wondering if I am the letters,
The words, the poem,
Or more?
Who are you?
Who am I?
Except a poet and a reader,
Looking for different answers,
To the same question.
©yours_ephemerally
#identity #pod @writersnetwork
@mirakeeapp
#mirakee #poems #poetry #writersnetwork #writersofmirakee #wordporn #writing #wordporn #wordsmithsWHO ARE YOU?
Read poem in caption.
©yours_ephemerally -
WHO ARE YOU?
Who are you?
A person, A human,
A song, A melody,
Or a mix of all- a parody?
Are you the bird?
Or the river?
The giant glorious Sun,
Or the little, building beaver?
Does the ocean signify you more?
Or that little boat reaching for the shore?
Are you the wind?
Or the storm?
The pretty rose petal,
Or the prickly thorn?
Or maybe the entire rose plant?
Waiting for someone to pick your roses?
Hiding the thorns you consider hideous,
Amidst the big green leaves,
Hoping they only see the pretty flower
And you can fulfill,
Their perfect dream of perfection.
Who are you?
The running mouse,
Or the chasing cat?
The big eyed night owl,
Or the upside down hanging, bat?
Are you the fruit laden tree?
Or the eagle- fearlessly flying free?
The peak of a snowy mountain,
Or the water filled valley, amidst the rain?
Are you the rain itself?
Quenching the thirst of some,
While drowning a few others.
Are you the fool that drowns?
Or the fool with the parched throat?
Who are you?
A person or a human?
A whirlpool of emotions,
A tornado of thoughts,
A collection of memories,
A fable of wars fought?
I?
I am the poet.
Finding my answers,
In your interpretations.
Wondering if I am the letters,
The words, the poem,
Or more?
Who are you?
Who am I?
Except a poet and a reader,
Looking for different answers,
To the same question.
©yours_ephemerally -
I am
I am something of each and every person I've met.
I am something of all the stories and poetry I've read.
I'm something of all the situations I've been through.
I am all the dents and scars I've gained.
I am something of the universe we all belong to.
I am something of everything I have known
and yet to know.
©that_freak -
What I want
Don't put me on a pedestal,
I am not a goddess.
Don't treat me like a doormat,
I'm human too.
My anatomy sure is different,
My voice has a different pitch,
My body has a bond with nature,
Linked by blood, renewed every month.
All these differences,
Need not mark me alien,
I too belong to this species,
Technically, I'm homo sapien too.
Someone gave me a name,
Categorized me woman,
Stripped me of basic rights,
Before slowly returning them again.
Still I have a lot more to regain,
For which I'll have to protest,
Shout in the streets, hold placards,
Named a feminist.
I don't want these titles you give,
All I ask for is most rudimentary,
The treatment I'm entitled to as a human,
It's equality and nothing special.
Some recognition for my merit,
Mutual respect for a fellow being,
Some courtesy every day,
Just enough to breathe free.
I don't want to raise my voice and scream,
My sisters do that often enough,
I don't want to hold a placard and stomp,
I prefer calmer streets, not protests.
I hope you understand,
After all these years of evolution,
All these decades of enlightenment,
After all, this is twenty first century.
©distilled_thoughts13 4 4
- a_gentilischi A real eye opener
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we_elude
It's Beautiful
Truly said
Enjoyed reading it above all the message✨ - distilled_thoughts @we_elude Thank you ☺️
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distilled_thoughts
6w
Read MoreI tried finding my identity,
Establishing it,
telling people who I think I am,
Repeatedly, every single day.
But the more I tried,
The more the waters turned murkier,
The question always remained,
Who am I?
Then the clarity came freeing,
Like the mountain breeze,
Wiping away the sweat of trying,
I'm just ME
No tags needed.
©distilled_thoughts
#identity #tags #self #me #pod
@writersnetwork @writerstolli @mirakee @readwriteunite @writersbay©distilled_thoughts
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Stranger
When life pushes me further away,
From the myself I used to be,
Will I, one day, to the one in the mirror-
Say, " Hello stranger, long time, no see!"
©tablespoon_of_hope -
good_soul
7w
Read MoreWord Prompt:
Write a 8 word short write-up on Identity
#identity #loseyoursoulLose Your Soul,
to Gain Your True Identity.
©good_soul14 6 1
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good_soul
@moon_child01 I'm so fortunate You understand and understand my writings!
I'm so thankful!
You're right mam! This fact holds different meanings...
May I know Yours? - good_soul @moon_child01 Aapko aur kisko?
- good_soul @moon_child01
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good_soul
@moon_child01 I'm so fortunate You understand and understand my writings!
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Flouting the norms
It is always not easy or possible to go by the set-norms of the society or any institution. People feel like flouting them, some are successful, some fail to do so because of their timidity. Those who are successful, they have to face nude criticism. But, they know well that they do not live to satisfy the society, but themselves. If they flout the norms, they are able to save their freedom, save their identity, which is now in a critical condition. This life is itself a bondage, how much more bondage do we want?
©jeetspeaks -
Identity
The moment you think for yourself called Identity.
©hoorbanu98 -
Ye kaisa raaz hai
Jo dil pehle se hi jaan chuka hai
©ritukumarchand -
Who are you?
A stranger to yourself
Loved by all
Hated by yourself
Who are you?
Behind that mask
Is it the same person
Who looks back at you
In the mirror
Who are you?
When no one is watching
A lost person?
Trying to figure out her
Own identity
In this chaotic world
Meera
