#metaphorical_poems

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  • pallavi4 3w

    Falling Leaves

    All it took was autumn for us to
    Fall apart like leaves on a windy day
    We broke into tiny fragmented pieces
    And ran out of things we could say

    I wrapped the cold around like a blanket
    To brace myself for the inevitable storm
    And fell into a state of oblivion
    For a little while unable to carry on

    You tore yourself ruthlessly away from me
    Only to be frozen into nothingness
    Like the fall leaves you were blown away
    Into the vast grave emptiness

    Maybe we were meant to find each other
    Only at the right moment to let go
    Stagnation would’ve served no purpose
    At least now we can individually grow

    Today I’ve found relevance and impetus
    After breaking from your oppression
    Today I’m a person in my own right
    Not just a china doll in your possession

    I often wonder if we were already broken
    Before the onset of the harsh autumn season
    Maybe things are not random in life
    But happen for a predetermined reason

    @pallavi4

    17th of November, 2021

    Pic credit: picture credited to its rightful owner - “Birch” by Chinese palette knife painter Wilson Lau

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  • pallavi4 4w

    The city we never were

    Tall waves crash against the shoreline
    Where I stand looking at the horizon
    Debris from the once alluring city
    Lie behind me on the entire island

    Drenched in disappointment and regret
    I staunchly refuse to start weeping
    As the rain pours from the troubled skies and
    Into the cracks of our home it starts seeping

    Desolate, destroyed and aggrieved
    I slowly walk away from the shore
    I stare at the crumbled towers
    That will never be whole once more

    Empty streets filled with nothingness
    A shadow of how life used to be
    Destitution now reigns all around while
    I go unnoticed, unable to break free

    Come look at my blank eyes
    That no longer harbour any aspirations
    You’ve dissembled my city of joy and
    Buried it under a pile of expectations

    Broken dreams and abandoned hopes
    That a while back were such a lure
    I wonder as my clothes billow in the winds
    Is this the city we never were ?

    @pallavi4

    9th of November, 2021

    Pic credit: picture clicked by me-
    City skyline, Mumbai, India (2018)

    Thank you so very much for the repost @writersnetwork!


    #wod #unnoticed #shorelinec #love_poems #love #love_gone_sour #writersbay @writersbay #metaphorical_poems #metaphors @writersnetwork #miraquill #writersnetwork #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @miraquill #pallavi_wnreposts

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  • pallavi4 6w

    Feather

    I was a flitty flighty feather
    Flying away in the wind
    No dust nor storm was strong enough
    To make my wild ways bend

    It was a luxurious life
    One with nothing to contend
    A freedom feigned- I lived a lie
    It was easier to pretend

    Than to admit a lonely life I was living
    With no special occasions to apprehend
    The ability to stay the course
    Gradually I had transcend

    And became a beauteous blunder
    Too afraid to my ways amend
    Then one day while I was floating
    You came along like a gust of wind

    You were unwilling to let me flit
    Or play along and pretend
    Caught up in your whirlwind I forgot
    My incessant ability to self defend

    You wrapped me up in a blanket
    Of loving warmth that gradually distend
    To provide me with the gust I needed
    Under my wings to help me ascend

    Slowly as I began to trust you
    You became so much more than a friend
    And the flitty flighty feather became
    Tame and content in the end

    @pallavi4

    21st of October, 2021

    Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner - Wendy Manzo

    #wod #feather #love_poems #love #ode #metaphorical_poems #metaphors #single_life #romance @writersnetwork #miraquill #writersnetwork #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @miraquill

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  • pallavi4 11w

    Metamorphosis

    I was a piece of corroded scrap metal
    Lying in a obscure yard somewhere
    Rusted, twisted and tarnished I lay
    Breathing my last breaths there

    I was discovered under a pile
    Of debris strewn in the open air
    Of my lack of lustre and rusted self
    I was horrendously aware

    Left damaged, desperate and defeated
    To mind my own directionless life’s affairs
    I had lost any hope of being salvaged
    Thought I was well beyond repair

    It wasn’t my decaying outer self
    That was the source of my despair
    My brokenness had worn me down
    Caused my soul to become slowly impaired

    Painfully scoured with a metal scrub
    My surface was left completely bare
    I was cleaned several times till I shone
    And to others was able to be compared

    It took great dedication and love
    Attention to detail and staunch care
    It gladdened my heart on seeing that I
    Meant something to someone somewhere

    I was turned into highly polished
    Beautifully crafted piece of silverware
    Filigreed and worked on with inlay
    I was studded with synthetic solitaires

    I still wonder why this astonishing alchemy
    Was provided to me inspite of my wear and tear
    My new elevated self was celebrated
    By my maker with a lot of fanfare

    Had it not been for him I would still be
    Drowning in remnant garbage, abstruse declared
    I thank the day I was rediscovered and my
    Vanquished soul pulled out of a nightmare

    @pallavi4

    16th of September, 2021

    Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner

    #brokennessc #brokenness #broken #metamorphosis #metaphorical_poems #metaphors #writersbay @writersbay @writersnetwork #writerstolli #miraquill #MirakeeWorld #writersnetwork #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @miraquill

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  • pallavi4 14w

    Despondent

    I am a minuscule speck of dust
    A tiny grain of filth
    I am the swollen wooden floor
    A can of water spilled
    I am the grimy furniture
    A mess upholstered with despair
    I am the candle splattered table
    A leg broken off of an ornate chair
    I am the spider webs of desolation
    A tangled thready nightmare
    I am the peeling paint on the walls
    A thing at which people would once stare
    I am the falling plaster of loneliness
    And stuck between the past and present
    I am the rusty pipes that clang
    A series of dirt laden crannies and dents
    I am the shattered porcelain vases
    A bouquet of dried and rotting flowers
    I am the mangled music box
    A grandfather clock left counting hours
    I am the frayed and threadbare carpet
    A once celebrated and admired finery
    I am the crumbling brick walls
    A burden full of doubt and misery
    I am the broken hopes and desperation
    A basket full of your incessant lies
    I am that house you left abandoned
    And conveniently forgot to say goodbye

    @pallavi4

    28th of August, 2021

    Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner- The New York Times

    #paintc #paint #abandoned #house #metaphorical_poems #metaphors #despondent #writersbay @writersbay @writersnetwork #writerstolli #miraquill #MirakeeWorld #writersnetwork #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @miraquill

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  • pallavi4 14w

    Sijo

    Friendship

    How did the reluctant people that we were ever together come to be ?
    I became the nourishing spring rain and you the beautifully blossoming cherry tree.
    Together we became a season, unanimous and forever united unconditionally .

    @pallavi4

    27th of August, 2021

    Pic credit: Picture clicked by me, “hobbiton” , New Zealand (2018)

    #sijo #friendship #cherry_blossom #cherry #metaphorical_poems @writersnetwork #writerstolli #miraquill #MirakeeWorld #writersnetwork #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @miraquill

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  • pallavi4 16w

    Adventure

    I am a bookworm
    Both fat and round
    I’m leafy green in color
    And live to put on more pounds

    Whenever I am hungry
    The next door book I mount
    While the fans twirl noisily
    No one hears the munching sound

    Everyday is an adventure
    Of grand planned tours
    Of train trips and sinking ships
    Or of history galore!

    Many a sob story I’ve eaten
    Many a broken heart defiled
    Several pages I have munched
    Of stories of blood bonded ties!

    My favourite section is drama
    Where the great sagas are stored
    And I can hog to my heart’s content
    And make a hundred holes

    Physics, science and chemistry
    Are no fun for me
    Their glossy stiff pages
    Make a shabby meal

    Newsprints are more friendly
    To visit everyday I’m told
    Apparently no one cares for them
    If they get more than a day old!

    My lavish life of comfort
    Is one of endless possibilities
    And my in between travelling is comfy
    As I reside in the city library!

    If you do ever spot me
    Kindly restrain a scream….
    Remember to return the books on time
    You could be reading my next meal !

    @pallavi4

    19th of August, 2021

    Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner- By Lost Star on Flickr

    Repost from 15th May, 2021

    #wod #city #funny_poems #metaphors #metaphorical_poems #adventure @writersnetwork #writerstolli #miraquill #Niralee world #writersnetwork #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @miraquill

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  • pallavi4 16w

    Ivory and Ebony

    Decked in shades of ebony I live
    Enveloped in the darkness of the night
    Yet my lucid dreams are filled with
    Festering images in pristine white
    Draped in a cloak of inky nimbus clouds
    I regrettably barely survive
    Yet my thoughts are constantly invaded by
    Your ivory person delighting in the light
    Consumed by a fire of passionate longing
    My melancholic overtures often take flight
    Yet you remain sturdily embedded in me
    In my prolonged misery finding delight
    Engrossed in catastrophic ideas of love
    I try and mitigate the desires I feel inside
    Yet you entice me with your demeanour
    And misleadingly my imagination ignite
    I lie sprawled on the floor dressed in shadows
    Hoping that one day we will unite
    Yet you overlook the myriad temptations
    Belittling my existence forever in an oversight

    @pallavi4

    15th of August, 2021

    Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner

    #yetc #yet #love_poems #love #ivory_and_ebony #dark_and_light #metaphorical_poems #metaphors #writersbay @writersbay @writersnetwork #writerstolli #miraquill #MirakeeWorld #writersnetwork #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @miraquill

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  • pallavi4 19w

    Invisible

    I am a fly on the wall
    Invisible, discrete and omnipresent
    I watch people come and go
    Watch the sun rise and the moon crescent

    I am a fly on the wall
    Inconsequential and insignificant
    Neither do I have a voice nor
    Is my existence to anyone an irritant

    I am a fly on the wall
    Always a watcher, never a participant
    I observe all manner of behaviours
    That of saints and that of dissidents

    I am a fly on the wall
    It has been so long that I’m now hesitant
    To ever make my presence known
    That of this world I too am a resident

    I am a fly on the wall
    My presence is both imperative and pertinent
    I anticipate situations and reactions
    Making my every move provident

    I am a fly on the wall
    New information is my intoxicant
    I know of every structured move
    I know of every little accident

    I am a fly on the wall
    What I know is now potentially maleficent
    The nature of being invisible is such
    Knowledge makes me very pestilent

    @pallavi4

    28th of July , 2021

    Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner- By Daido Moriyama

    Repost from 12th May, 2021

    #wod #rise #invisible #metaphorical_poems #metaphors #fly_on_the_wall @writersnetwork #writerstolli #miraquill #MirakeeWorld #writersnetwork #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @miraquill

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  • pallavi4 19w

    Life is a bubble

    The bubble of truth floated
    Up, the murky waters of doubt
    Searching for heaven’s breath
    And it’s comforting shroud

    Buried deep and evenly was
    The layered masked truth
    Caked beneath the grime
    Unwavering and misunderstood

    No filth, no dirt or pack of lies
    No glorified untruths
    Could keep the secret within
    Keyed up and fooled

    It floated upward leisurely
    Slow but sure in its stride
    To find comfort in its new home
    Away from murky infested tide

    Little did the bubble know
    It’s new home that seemed so beckoning
    Would be the place where it would be doomed
    For it was headed without any shelling

    The journey was tough, the ride long
    A tedious task it seemed
    In the effort to find solace and calm
    The bubble lost life’s reed

    One would wonder where that bubble went
    The rare one, that had risen like a green shoot
    It died the day it sought freedom
    And with it perished the truth .

    @pallavi4

    25th of July, 2021

    Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner- “Beautiful pond water”

    Repost from 21st of November, 2020

    #doomedc #metaphorical_poems #metaphors #writersbay @writersbay @writersnetwork #writerstolli #miraquill #MirakeeWorld #writersnetwork #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @miraquill #pallavi_editors_choice

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  • pallavi4 22w

    Fresco

    It started out looking like a plain
    Standard wall in white
    You were her painter of choice
    Bearing beams of iridescent light

    You assured her that her picture
    Would adorn the walls forever
    You would create a masterpiece
    Lovingly working together

    You wet the the wall with plaster,
    Grainy sand and marble dust
    And began to trace in quick strokes
    As a fresco artist must

    You traced an outline of her
    Lifelike and life sized
    She sat watching with rose coloured spectacles
    Feeling like a possession prized

    When it came down to painting her
    On the wet wall readied to paint
    You chose to embed her like a mosaic
    While she sat light headed, feeling faint

    She in a trance like state
    Lost limb by limb to the wall
    While trusting you to better her
    She simply sat almost enthralled

    A mosaic mural you made of her
    Cutting and plastering piece by piece
    Bit by bit she lost herself, never from it
    Any hope of being released

    And after the tedious task was done
    You varnished your fresco proudly
    In an attempt to supposedly elevate her
    Her essence you removed almost devoutly

    Stuck to wall disjointed
    Your grand masterpiece called
    Giving up her identity forever
    She came to be a fancy mural wall

    @pallavi4

    7th of July, 2021

    Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner- Depth finder by Sonia King

    #mosaicc #mosaic #fresco #art #metaphorical_poems #writersbay @writersbay @writersnetwork #writerstolli #writersnetwork #miraquill #MirakeeWorld #readwriteunite #thepoetrycommunity #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @miraquill

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  • pallavi4 22w

    Cage

    Today I’ve finally found freedom from you
    From the cage you built around me
    For years I’ve struggled to be let go of
    To be irrevocably forever set free

    You had managed to convince me that
    I no longer had the need to independently fly
    That my life was nothing if not around you
    That I should let life slowly pass me by

    Now that I’m free from the chains
    That had previously bound me to you
    I know this was clearly a long time coming
    It’s been a while since the last time I flew

    Yet I think a part of me will always remain
    Within those beautiful, gilded golden bars
    Just like the ground remains wet
    For a while after a heavy set of showers

    Just like the scent of roses linger in a room
    Long after they’ve been taken away from there
    A slice of my spirit will always remain
    In that cage for a lifetime ensnared

    Something broke inside of me while I was trapped
    And a section separated from my soul
    I no longer was connected to my passions
    I dreaded life and was scared manifold

    An essence of me will always remain
    Intertwined like a creeper to that cage
    When you leave a space you’d once occupied
    You leave behind so much more than you can gauge

    A fragment has split from the inner depths of me
    Never again to be fully whole
    For a shattered a piece of glass becomes shards
    A splinter, a torn section of a scroll

    Just like that tear can never be mended again
    Without leaving a permanent scar
    Independence can only free me that much
    And flying can only really take me that far

    @pallavi4

    7th of July, 2021

    Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner

    Thank you so much for the repost guys @writersnetwork !

    #wod #cage #gilded #metaphorical_poems #freedom @writersnetwork #writerstolli #writersnetwork #miraquill #MirakeeWorld #readwriteunite #thepoetrycommunity #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @miraquill #pallavi_wnreposts

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  • pallavi4 23w

    It’s yesterday once more

    People often ask- am I am happy ?
    I smile and tell them to live life to the whole
    Happiness is like those grains of sand that
    Slip out of the hand if gripped any more

    I am celebrating the autumn of my life
    Yet no dried golden leaves cover the ground here
    There is no cold mountain wind around
    To provide a fog over my irrational fears

    There was a time when in springtime
    February would bring blossoms new
    I was a poet who would laud the bright colours
    And write poems about the morning dew

    Stardust sprinkled was the summer of my youth
    The warmth of the sun soaked into my pores
    Stars gulped my miseries whole heartedly
    For affection I was never left begging for more

    Extremely blessed I was in love in life
    She was like an angel who fell from the sky
    Memories however have wrinkled faces
    While twice separated lovers never lie

    And yet some roads lead you home
    However alone and winding they may be
    For all autumns aren’t orange and wilted
    And laden with the dry and barren trees

    I await the winter with bated breath
    My old haggard eyes cannot wait to see
    The vast caelum split wide open
    And for my soul to finally be free

    @pallavi4

    Words used :

    Set A
    Poets
    Twice
    Wind
    Alone
    Lover
    Stardust

    Set B
    She fell from the sky
    All autumns aren’t orange
    Memories have wrinkled faces
    Stars shall gulp your misery
    February will bring you blossoms
    Some roads lead you home

    30th of June, 2021

    Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner

    “It’s yesterday once more” taken from a song by the same name sung by The Carpenters

    #wod #combination #quesc #autumn #metaphorical_poems #aging #time #writersbay @writersbay @writersnetwork #writerstolli #writersnetwork #miraquill #MirakeeWorld #readwriteunite #thepoetrycommunity #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @miraquill

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  • pallavi4 23w

    False

    Caught unknowingly and entrapped
    In an intricate web of your concocted lies
    I left no stone unturned to become
    More acceptable in your eyes

    Every moment making an effort to become
    Someone in whom you could take pride
    Breathing in a false affection everyday without
    Feeling cautioned about the thorn in my side

    You played me like a harp,
    Like a puppet with strings disguised
    While I displayed you to the world like a trophy
    Like the winnings of a lottery - a prize

    Unable to break free from the tangled mess
    Very late I came to realise
    That I’d long back lost my very essence
    And now lacked the ability to rise

    So I stayed put till you finally wove around me
    A net, a web of such a monstrous size
    While I came to live in the shadowed trenches
    To live life like a boat in a storm capsized

    @pallavi4

    25th of June, 2021

    Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner

    #falsec #false #sad_poems #love_poems #metaphorical_poems @writersnetwork #writerstolli #writersnetwork #miraquill #MirakeeWorld #readwriteunite #thepoetrycommunity #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @miraquill

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  • pallavi4 24w

    Vagabond

    Winding , whistling , turning lanes
    Passages to the mind cage ,
    Twirling , swinging , circular trails
    Some cherry red, some soulful sage

    Ideas to iron out wrinkled thoughts
    Commit to ways confined ,
    Cages left open to set free
    From bonds of the creases of time

    Sometimes settling, sometimes wary
    Can someone ever contain ?
    Some fleeting , some endearing
    Some unsettling and some insane

    A mind , the most complex web
    Of trains of thoughts combined ,
    Few distract , few inspire
    Things of great detailed design

    Complicated grains of ideas connect
    Dots through space and time ,
    How do you find your way out of this labyrinth
    Made of borrowed thoughts and mine ?

    The conscience can play games too
    So many tricks are up its sleeve ,
    Some thoughts pearly, pristine and white
    Some dark, sinful and unclean

    To stop that speeding racing brain
    That makes it hard to sleep ,
    Find freedom from the swirling thoughts
    Lock them up in an attic and throw away the key

    @pallavi4

    18th of June, 2021

    Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner

    #wod #attic #vagabond #metaphorical_poems

    @writersnetwork #writerstolli #writersnetwork #miraquill #mirakeeworld #readwriteunite #thepoetrycommunity #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @miraquill #pallavi_editors_choice

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  • pallavi4 25w

    Spicy

    You are like that hot cup of tea
    I cannot possibly fathom without spice
    A blend of heady caffeine,
    Stimulating tea leaves and everything nice
    Warm ginger and pungent cardamom
    Hit the steaming water of the tea
    Saccharine sugar adds the desired sweetness
    Spicy pepper makes it feisty
    The dried tea leaves add amber tones
    Milk infuses softness to the boiling brew
    And lo behold we’ve made a cup of chai tea
    With spices that form a bouquet known to a few
    The aroma of the spices and herbs combine
    To form a fragrance I associate with us two
    This is the version I like best mostly
    Because it incessantly reminds me of you

    @pallavi4

    16th of June, 2021

    Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner - Veronica Algaba

    #wod #spice #tea #chai #masala_tea #metaphorical_poems @writersnetwork #writerstolli #writersnetwork #mirakee #mirakeeworld #readwriteunite #thepoetrycommunity #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @mirakee

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  • pallavi4 26w

    Abandoned

    The squeaky door noisily creaked open
    Letting out a decade worth of stale air
    The tarnished , pathetically pale furniture
    Stood empty eyed and at me glared

    Cobwebs had found lonesome corners
    And undisturbed gradually covered it all
    Dirt lay laden on dust covers on furnishings
    Paint peeled off the filthy once white walls

    It was an abandoned and neglected house
    One someone had loved a long time ago
    Then decided it was time to let it sit and rot
    And that attention and affection it should forgo

    A strange putrid smell filled the air in it
    Patches of water were on the sodden wooden floors
    Rusty pipes ran all through the house
    Nothing seemed to be in working order anymore

    The deserted hallways were arched
    And bore paintings from an era long past
    This two storied monstrosity was still standing
    Because it had been built to generations last

    The stairs were ready to collapse
    Water had seeped into the basement below
    The springform mattress had rotted away
    The light bulbs had long lost their electric flow

    This vacant house on 4, Piper Street
    Should have long been torn down
    I stared at the moth eaten interiors and wondered
    Why hadn’t the owners stuck around

    I stood alone in this jilted home
    Wondering what I was doing here
    It was then that it struck me this house of horrors
    Was in reality all I’d ever feared

    I’d stepped into my own twisted mind
    And come face to face with what I’d always been afraid
    To be left desolate, forgotten and forsaken
    And somehow unravel and become unmade

    Trapped in that house I stayed while the world
    Around me moved at their regular pace
    Never did I embrace the relinquishment
    And never was I ever able to leave that place

    @pallavi4

    9th of June, 2021

    Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner

    #wod #abandoned #metaphorical_poems #house #mind_cage #mind #insanity @writersnetwork #writerstolli #writersnetwork #mirakee #mirakeeworld #readwriteunite #thepoetrycommunity #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @mirakee #pallavi_editors_choice

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  • pallavi4 30w

    Invisible

    I am a fly on the wall
    Invisible, discrete and omnipresent
    I watch people come and go
    Watch the sun rise and the moon crescent

    I am a fly on the wall
    Inconsequential and insignificant
    Neither do I have a voice nor
    Is my existence to anyone an irritant

    I am a fly on the wall
    Always a watcher, never a participant
    I observe all manner of behaviours
    That of saints and that of dissidents

    I am a fly on the wall
    It has been so long that I’m now hesitant
    To ever make my presence known
    That of this world I too am a resident

    I am a fly on the wall
    My presence is both imperative and pertinent
    I anticipate situations and reactions
    Making my every move provident

    I am a fly on the wall
    New information is my intoxicant
    I know of every structured move
    I know of every little accident

    I am a fly on the wall
    What I know is now potentially maleficent
    The nature of being invisible is such
    Knowledge makes me very pestilent

    @pallavi4

    12th of May, 2021

    Pic credit : Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner - by Daido Moriyama

    #wod #invisible #passconc #fly_on_the_wall #metaphorical_poems #writersbay @writersbay @writersnetwork #writerstolli #writersnetwork #mirakee #mirakeeworld #readwriteunite #thepoetrycommunity #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @mirakee

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  • pallavi4 30w

    Hibernation

    Caught in your web of lies
    I wove beautiful imaginary patterns
    Now I feel cheated and weird inside
    Like a cheap violated slattern

    It is best if I slither back in the hole and hide
    Hibernate until the next warm season
    Maybe by then I’ll have recovered my pride
    And to live again found a reason

    So to the den where I can lick my wounds
    And come to gradually accept your betrayal
    Pacify my rage and my swinging moods
    While you continue your false portrayals

    Torn to bits by your deceit and humiliation
    I doubt even summer will help rebind
    The bloody gashes and lacerations
    I doubt my life I’ll ever be able to rewind

    It is cold, dreary and wet outside
    I feel it sluggishly creeping into my bones
    An internal part of me seems to have died
    Every breath feels like a hefty loan

    I retreat into the safety of my shell to recuperate
    Save my energy by slowing down my breathing
    While fuelling feelings of shame and hate
    From festering cuts stopping the incessant bleeding

    I lie low and close my weary eyes
    Shutting you out along with the insurmountable pain
    Come the warm weather I will rise
    With a mended heart maybe ready to love again

    @pallavi4

    9th of May, 2021

    Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner- Dark cave in Phong Nha , Vietnam

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  • pallavi4 31w

    Dwale

    I found a barren little piece of land
    In a far off dubious place
    And decided it was where I was to dwell
    Despite all the challenges I would face

    I trudged, I struggled and I laboured
    But the toil felt like a healing balm
    The climb was long and hard
    To my troubled mind - a healing calm

    Finally that day came when I was done
    And I stood tall and proud
    The world was to lay witness this day
    Not a wasteful land - but a great big house

    “What marvels you’ve done, what a miracle “,
    Folks couldn’t stop talking about how tough it’d been
    I wondered why now that it was done
    The house - the struggle suddenly meant nothing to me

    So I found another to love it well
    And bid that beautiful dwelling I lovingly built goodbye
    This dispassionate disconnection made me proud
    For I had survived without so much as a sigh

    Many a storm I have faced
    Many a battle I have lost and won
    But still forlorn and discontent I feel
    Attached to nothing and no one

    Building things makes me happy
    It takes sweat , blood and tears
    It gives me a chance to love something again
    And be whole again without any fears

    I am those houses I build again and again
    Painfully putting together each little piece
    And away with it once it is done , to arid lands
    For nothing I really love is truly meant to be with me

    This constant dwale often makes others question
    What it is that I am looking for
    I am looking for that piece of myself I lost so long ago
    The one that was the key to my heart’s door

    In the beautiful houses I create yet abandon
    I wonder if I ever really left open a door
    My wounds would heal thanks to mountain winds
    And I would be a sojourner no more

    @pallavi4

    6th of May, 2021

    Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner

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