Miraquill
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©_rakhi
#napowrimo
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_rakhi
19w
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sidhubalkaran
19w
Read MoreBack when travelling was a thing!
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@mirakee @writersnetwork #writersnetwork #mirakee #poetry #poems #pod #poemoftheday #shortpoetry #napowrimo #readwriteunite #writerscommunity #writingcommunity #poetrycommunity #postofthedayThe plight of the travellers
At the peak of tired hours
I saw Urdu resurrect
In a Mumbai Local
Oh how sweet thy tongue
It takes me to the Mir’s world
The haiku of your voice
Hath wisdom worth holding onto.6 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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sidhubalkaran
20w
Brand New Angel
There she is, a Brand new Angel
Carved out of the moon itself
Don’t be alarmed at her scars
That is just the usual stuff she wears
The whip of greed on her skin
The color of her wounds
Glitter of pink,red and green
You don’t have to look closely
To see the stains, so called stains
Carnivorous conversations
Eyes that cut deeper than the blades
Cuts that run deeper to the soul
And emptied pockets of pride
She has seen it all
She has seen real poverty, nakedness of the human soul
And she is the brightness of the night
The last sip of an emptied bottle
She fades into the light
Another shot of pain by dusk
Her veins are weary by the day
Angles are not meant to be perfect
Not in the real world atleast
But all the make up she puts on
Can’t make up for the pain behind her smile
She is the brand new angel
Here to earn some brand new scars
Here to earn a crumb of bread
For her belly full of lost desires
But she just wanted to be happy
She just wanted to share a laugh or two.
But Nothing is free in this world
Neither a smile, nor a shoulder.7 0 1
sidhubalkaran
21w
It was the Summer of life
When light tread over my solitude
where life swung underneath shadows of love
As She carried me, like petals over air.
Like Holy bells before dawn
I watched her light, Silent and firm
I listened to her voice and the solemn history
drenched in anonymous vulnerabilities.
For ages she carried me
loving the slumberous dreams of a poet,
perhaps knowing but ignoring all my selfishness
She could only see my heart
The jewels were just a gift from eternity.
For long I couldn't see her inflammable
teachings of my foolishness
Among the momentary occasions of
loving too much and living too little.
I can still feel the strength of your purity'
I see with these thrilled eyes
How life walks barefooted
bearing a smile on the body and a pained soul
She carried me
Till I suffered the vibrations of truth
A painful spoon of Serendipity
Its how the weight of a poet enfeebled her
She carried me
But not for too long....52 3 5
- stardust_writes Beautifully penned ❤️
- innovative_writer Artfully done
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sidhubalkaran
21w
Standing at the horizon of events
My sentience transcends into a timeless existence
I bury my head into mathematical magic that rests in my lap
While Hawking and Penrose try to break barriers of my consciousness,
trapping my brain into an energy vaccum
My memory wafts under gravity,
curving along every quantum of our struggles
where you and I are in a constant battle of space and time
falling unremittingly into a causal loop
I wonder how mass and Energy can be put together in a Singularity
An arrow of time running backwards,
pulling a frame of chaos with it
And it is dragging us light years apart.
With all our priori and posteriori conventions
my heart wants to string together an infinite number of tippler’s cylinders
knitting them over the pseudo Euclidean space
achieving a Causality violation.
But like all critical things,
it would probably cause havoc
A black hole of your own mistakes
Like an arrow shot backwards
but in the same plane as you.45 2 8
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maybeyoushouldreadapoem
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sidhubalkaran
22w
Glory in the arms of Summer
All our sown fields die of heaven
the soil tires of the sun
What we most dreamt of,
burns like the longing of empty years.
The summer sings of spring's silent dawns
and the unnamed mysticism of petals
of my own perennial beauty
Life is too infrequent for me.
The sun burns down on a rose
Where my face and idealism once laid
August came as quick as May
Now all the garden tires of the sun
My skin dreams of the familiar hearts,
once I used to know, time sings and I close my eyes
To the touch of the ache of abandoned moments
In wisdom,I dream alone, my love it fades.
— Written in 2014 —
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sidhubalkaran
23w
Some poems write themselves
slide off the tip of the fingers
without any resistance
Bit like how I rush to kiss her
There is a sense of anticipation
almost
to read, indulge,
fiddle with syntax
Lying naked with metaphors
Raw, mellow, vulnerable
A certain malice runs under the skin
But a tender touch of eyes
tells more than what was said,
as syllables undrape
There is not much to separate
a lover from a poet
I take subtle cues from my lover,
sign of the whispers,
Timid steps till we catch each other’s rhythms
I try to read her often
my cheeks glisten
As soft vocabulary of love
warms my tongue
I mend new meanings to
her unfathomable ways
There is always more to read
The imperfect stanzas of her beauty
make the perfect poem.12 0 1
sidhubalkaran
23w
Read MoreZeno is a recently invented form created by J. Patrick Lewis, and is inspired by the mathematical “hailstone sequence”. It is a 10-line verse form with a varying syllable count of 8,4,2,1,4,2,1,4,2,1. The rhyme scheme followed here is xxxaxxaxxa, x being unrhymed lines. So, only Line 4, Line 7 and Line 10 (the one syllable lines) rhyme.
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@writersnetwork @mirakee #writersnetwork #mirakee #pod #napowrimo #napowrimo2021 #poemoftheday #postoftheday #readwriteunite #rwu #newpoem #newpost #mirakeewrites #mirakeewriters #writingcommunity #poetrycommunity #poetryZ for Zeno
Sound of the sun peeping over
Her graceful smile
Her eyes
bright
will you walk with
me my
light
unload the gloom
of this
night.17 1
- sidhubalkaran @that_gryffindor_girl Will need to know more about this What’s this about? What platform are you publishing it on?
wordsnverses
24w
Read MoreThanks a ton for the repost �� @writersnetwork
#NaPoWriMo #Poemtime #Poetry #Poemsporn #wordsnverses #home #oftlife #scribbles #life #goodvibes #homeis #hometomeisAn abode of acceptance,
Juxtaposed among judgments.
A sense of permanence,
In a world of fleeting presence.
A cocoon of comfort,
In the thorny neverlands.
A nourishing niche,
To the Earthly nomads.
A benevolent beckon
To be lost in Life's bosom,
Is this what home looks like?
©wordsnverses92 3 8
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nehahemaraj
Wow!!
Fantastic
Congratulations on WN repost ❤️ - wordsnverses Thank you
- expressionist_28 ❤❤
sidhubalkaran
24w
Read MoreThe Yadu is a Burmese form of poetry that uses climbing-rhyme. This stanzaic form is dedicated to the seasons (the word yadu itself means ‘seasons’). It can have a maximum of 3 cinquains (5-line stanzas). The first four lines of a stanza have four syllables each, but the fifth line can have 5, 7, 9, or 11 syllables.
Here’s how a Ya-du is structured :-
—a
–a-
-a-b
–bc
-b–c (for a 5 syllable line variant)
See how the 4th syllable of Line 1 rhymes with the 3rd syllable of Line 2 and the 2nd syllable of Line 3. The 4th syllable of the Line 3 rhymes with the 3rd syllable of the Line 4 and the 2nd syllable of the Line 5. Line 4 and Line 5 end rhyme.
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#writersnetwork #mirakee #NaPoWriMo @writetsnetwork #pod #poemoftheday #napowrimo2021Y for Yadu
The yellow moon
under noon clouds
Mid-June at play
divine daylight
ripe grey, summer’s might7 0 1
electric_infamy
24w
Read MoreDay 30 of #NaPoWriMo featuring the #kissoftheseventhstarprompts prompt "where I leave myself"...last one...another successful poetry month in the books!
#poetry #poet #poem #writeeveryday #author #published #electricinfamy #neonsunrisepublishing #writingpromptsCouch Surfing in Soul Sessions
It's worth mentioning that I'm not always a willing participant in these exercises of self-reflection and I would often rather spend time doing anything else instead of another long look at motives and internal directives...Growth doesn't just happen in a vacuum but if we could avoid the extra layers of bad decisions to shed I wouldn't mind the change...yes, this hurts...I'd be suspicious if it didn't...and while I might prefer something easy and mindless it's necessary to engage in this process or else I find that where I leave myself is in the constricting arms of apathy...held close but far from safe and blind to all the steps I've made...
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electric_infamy
24w
Read MoreDay 29 of #NaPoWriMo featuring the #escapril2021 prompt "goodbye"
#poetry #poet #poem #writeeveryday #author #published #electricinfamy #neonsunrisepublishing #writingpromptsWhen All the Signs Point to No
We like to play these games
Sometimes without even knowing it
Buried within our psyches
Balanced on the edge of a dream
You know the ones I mean
The measured avoidance
The alternate phrases
The door left open just a crack
For future opportunities
Or fallback possibilities
We don't like the finality of it
A period bringing a halt
To our extended sentence
The implications of commitment
Behind a line in the sand
Even with that in the air
There's no leaving here
Without the closure
Of this spoken word
(Breathes)
Goodbye
©electric_infamy97 3 10
- innovative_writer We need to be hopeful even when it is really hard. Well crafted.
- writtenmagic Truly amazing!
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electric_infamy
24w
Read MoreDay 28 of #NaPoWriMo featuring the #escapril2021 prompt "extreme dissonance"
#poetry #poet #poem #writeeveryday #author #published #electricinfamy #neonsunrisepublishing #writingpromptsI Never Listen to the Radio Anymore
Signals on the switchboard
Vying for attention
Each one a vocal opinion
From an eager admirer
Long time listener, first time caller
Excited to overshare
And underwhelm
Reciting diatribes from suspect sources
Expanding the extreme dissonance
Of our national experience
I just wanted to know
If you were taking requests
And now I'm aware of
The state of your union
(And the health of your colon)
Is it too late to ask
For Panama by Van Halen?
©electric_infamy7 0
hamallaxmi
24w
Read MoreDay 30
/Letter to the world/
Dear,
World.
There is something a miss about you. Things have changed to the greatest heights. I know you are not to be blamed for everything is happening in the earth. But whom do I blame? Maybe our own shelves? because blaming the GoVt or the politicians is the humongous crime and breach of law. Isn't it? Something rushes towards my blood I am not sure what it is, the nation is crying. Ever where there is this news of crying, screaming, shouting, begging for help yet We the people failed to be their for them who is struggling with pain in chest who is struggling to gasp for oxygen. Many couldn't meet their loved ones for that one last hug, one last good bye.
And couldn't do one last ritual.
After losing everything you had is the worst feeling in the world maybe.
There is nothing you can take with you when you leave the world. Not even your own breath. So there is no point in having the huge success, being wealthy, and peace if there is no one to share with you your happiness and your sorrows on this earth.
All you can do is be there for people around you, your love, care and prayers is all they need.
"Baantne se khushiyaan badhti he"
Love over hate,
Laxmi.
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#napowrimo #naoowrimo2021 #napowrimosilverleaf
#silverleafpoetry #poetrycommunity #poemofig #poems #april #Day30 #poemsaday
#poetry #letters #lettertotheworldThis is the letter to the world
©hamallaxmi8 0 1
sidhubalkaran
24w
Read MoreDay 24/26 of #napowrimo2021
Xiaoshi,(xiao – little/small, shi – poetry) is a genre of Chinese poetry which came into being in the 1920s. This form is about presenting vivid but unconnected images together. These metaphors or pictures just have to have a tiny bit of causality. This form is usually written as a quatrain.
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@writersnetwork @mirakee #writersnetwork #mirakee #pod #napowrimo #napowrimo2021 #poemoftheday #postoftheday #readwriteunite #rwu #newpoem #newpost #mirakeewrites #mirakeewriters #writingcommunity #poetrycommunity #poetryX for Xiaoshi
A purple frown
Her moral jewellery under lock
The rust browned key
A gift from a past lover.6 0
hamallaxmi
24w
Read MoreDay 29
Today I found you
Out of nowhere in my garden
Dancing to the waves
Of breeze
And settling in hope
That some one
Comes and make me home.
Home me make and come
One some that
Hoping settling and
Breeze of
waves the to dancing
Garden my In Nowhere of out
You found I today.
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Prompt- #cgcprompts (attempt in vain)
#aliporepostpoetrymonth
#palindrome #napowrimo #napowrimo2021 #aliporepostpoetrymonth #poetrycommunity #poemsinme #poetry #poems#poemislife #poemsaday #writersclubs #clubwriter #writersofindia #poetsofig #palindromeprompt #palindromattempt #cgcHope
©hamallaxmi9 0 1
sidhubalkaran
24w
Read MoreDay 23/26 of #napowrimo2021
The forms of Japanese poetry most familiar to English poets are the Haiku and the Senryu, the 17-syllable poems. But these popular forms were derived from an older, but still popular poetic form, the Waka. The word ‘waka’ means “Japanese poem”.
A waka follows a 5-7-5-7-7 syllablic structure much like a tanka.
To read more about this form and other forms I have been trying during this #napowrimo , please do visit my blog(link in bio).
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@writersnetwork @mirakee #writersnetwork #mirakee #pod #poemoftheday #postoftheday #readwriteunite #rwu #newpoem #newpost #mirakeewrites #mirakeewriters #writingcommunity #poetrycommunity #poetryW for Waka
A tinker bell
spun my beliefs out of
my head
While I tried to drag myself
out of the plato’s cave51 1 8
sidhubalkaran
24w
Read MoreDay 22/26 of #napowrimo2021
The Villanelle a highly structured poem with 19 lines, composed of six stanzas with five tercets(3 line stanzas) followed by a quatrain(4 line stanza). The poem uses two repeating rhymes and two refrains. The first and third lines of the first stanza are repeated alternately in the last lines of the succeeding stanzas; then in the final stanza, the refrain serves as the poem’s two concluding lines.
A1 b A2 / a b A1 / a b A2 / a b A1 / a b A2 / a b A1 A2
Capitals stand for the refrains and lowercase letters for the rhymes.
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#napowrimo #writersnetwork #mirakee #pod @writersnetwork @mirakeeV for Villanelle
Foolish I would be not to say but speak
of this new land with a waning king
And the pastures turning gray and weak.
The summer has left all rough and bleak
Desolate farms linger for the spring
Foolish I would be not to say but speak.
The birds all howl and squeak
Watching torrid green lost to a wring
And the pastures turning gray and weak.
I hunt not for righteousness, but only seek
With faith of a new day, and all it could bring
Foolish I would be not to say but speak.
The Emperor, he stands at the mightiest peak
While all else beneath him keeps breaking
And the pastures turning gray and weak.
What water couldn’t find in a lonely creek
We long for it with hope tied to a string
Foolish I would be not to say but speak
And the pastures turning gray and weak.66 1 11
electric_infamy
24w
Read MoreDay 27 of #NaPoWriMo featuring the #escapril2021 prompt "ink"
#poetry #poet #poem #writeeveryday #author #published #electricinfamy #neonsunrisepublishing #writingprompts #escaprilWasted Youth Reexamined
Call it a story if it helps
An imaginative fiction
A clever cover-up
Meant to misdirect
This futuristic fabrication
(Oh, just call it a lie)
I may spin a tale or two
And I've sung more than a few
Without malice or ill intent
But you're never satisfied
With these lengthy litanies
We're drowning in the ink
Of all these unread pages
Both too proud consider
The other's true potential
Despite aggressive diatribes
Screaming to the contrary
©electric_infamy10 0
electric_infamy
24w
Read MoreDay 26 of #NaPoWriMo featuring the #kissoftheseventhstarprompts prompt "a prayer like the moon"
#poetry #poet #poem #writeeveryday #author #published #electricinfamy #neonsunrisepublishing #writingpromptsExplaining Consequences to Gremlins
Ashes are all that remain
A dirty snowfall covering this field
That was once a forest
Dotted with dying embers
And a memory of towering trees
We can't help but stare
Trying to wrap our minds
Around this combustible decimation
Whispering a prayer like the moon
Rising to the lonesome howls
©electric_infamy