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  • _astitva_ 8h

    Dear winter,

    I rambled in blustery breese under the autumnal aurora high on hope envisaging entwined expectations to unwind like relinquishing tints of reminiscing rainbows till the dusk whispered wails of silenced screams in the wrapped frozen hearts of living deads.

    A frosted flower down the cloudlike carpet suffocating to shrinkage still fragranting flaked feelings beyond its forte but faded when night of negligence nibbled all parched petals like hungry herbivores trampled the terrain of timothy.

    I embraced hailstorms of hardships in a burned blanket of benevolence sipping sentimental sorghums to keep kinship kindered till the whip of wait written verses of vaporized vehemences on the cracked capillaries of compassion.

    Ragged reveries in deadly dusks draping the amorous aspirations in sanguine syllables bled on papyrus parchments when tipsy tears painted pansies like smoky sky scriblles its solitude betwixt homesick horizon and oikophobic Earth.

    ©_astitva_। A forgotten fall

    @lovethatneverfades Your inspiration made me to do it. Now bear with it. Thank you so much ��

    Still stucked in my exams! ��

    #wod #simile #metaphor #oxymoron #end @writersnetwork @miraquill

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    Boozing brew of broken bones and bossoms,
    Strolling in shadowy streets of solicitous solitude
    Betwixt hurricanes of heart and monsoons of mind
    Weaving wounds with warp of words eventually
    everyone becomes a poet.


  • seraiah_smiles 1d

    My Irony (Haynaku)

    Love That
    God Uses Instruments

    Broken Instrument
    Still Sounds Well

    I sound
    Better when broken

  • bewitched_of_you 1d

    The painful healing has
    the worst feeling,
    but it let me
    grow strong
    from within.

    ~aniket das

    #oxymoron #ceesreposts
    #writersnetwork #miraquill
    26. 10. 2k21 // 4: 41 p.m.

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    The painful healing has
    the worst feeling,
    but it let me
    grow strong
    from within.

    ~aniket das

  • nocturnal_enigma 3d

    * 24.10.2021; 8.40 P.M (Malaysia)

    * For: My #crush #AHBA

    #oxymoron #wod @miraquill

    #moron #fool

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    Moron ~

    You're oxys, I'm moros. We're an oxymoron.
    I'm a fool who fall in love with you; A moron.

    © Nuruliffa Emirah
    @ nocturnal_enigma

  • kingdomdelight 3d


    Isn't "The Word" of the Lord, an oxymoron
    A two edge Sword, sharp to brighten the dull eyes!
    "The prince of darkness is a gentleman"
    Oh, Shakespeare speared, the blind eye
    But a black raven,
    never was a soft snow white dove
    A king of so called "knowledge",
    A fool in "a wicked disguise"
    Holding a pious rotten apple,
    underneath that gentleman's mask!
    Gmf! Even he thought, himself, to be more than God!
    A lover of "self" knitted together with evil pride
    A devouring evil lion with a brewing mug of hell
    A so called " Gentleman" sent from hades
    With a rope, to bind the poorly fallen souls
    Didn't he fall like lighting from te sky?
    Didn't Jesus took the devil's keys,
    stripped him from all power!
    The day Jesus paid in full,
    the priceless ransom fee.
    Died on the cross,
    went down,
    in love,
    for all of us,
    to hades,
    to hell,
    to bring back,
    His beloved creation He so love!
    He, the Lion of Judah,
    in love went willingly
    to set us all free.
    A dark Gentleman's lips twisted with death
    but God removed his evil smug smile
    His evil enchanting cards crumbled
    A death grib turns to powder and dust
    Lightening and light
    exposes his dreadful hand of
    so called charm
    merely, daggers and knives
    who strip the garden of the soul,
    to the very dried bone
    The heart's eye, deceitful, bitter
    when bitten by the viper of evil and pride
    ruled by the "bell ring"
    the fleshly desires and firing lusts
    When he opens his mouth
    the serpent of old crawls out
    like a snake from the empty bottle of liquor
    Drunken the heart with lofty words
    Smooth the itch ears with chanting charm
    while curling cunningly
    a deathly grib
    around the stubborn and rebellious neck
    Beguiled in druken foolish despair
    A sailors ship bound to sink
    No solid rock,
    no firm ground
    merely drifting sand ...
    impure fleshly dust
    Black, hollow,
    a bad stinky balm
    without the real essence of pure love
    A darkness hole,
    pinch black
    with dead flies ...
    Craving on lies of fear, emptiness and loneliness
    A touche, an enchanting deceitful "Judas kiss"
    A curse from the dark gentleman's hand
    Swallowed joy, naked tremblin' in shame and despair
    While true love from God
    kisses the soul
    in a love devine
    binds up the wounds
    to tenderly kiss and heal
    A love so real, so deep and pure!
    Love understands, even when we don't?
    No judging,
    No forked tongue,
    in God's true love path!
    Love is so true, so pure!
    Love is God!
    Love is divine!
    Love is never insane!
    1 Corinthians 13
    " If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love,
    I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal.
    If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge,
    and if I have a faith that can move mountains,
    but do not have love,
    I am nothing.
    If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast,
    but do not have love,
    I gain nothing.
    Love is patient,
    Love is kind.
    It does not envy,
    it does not boast,
    it is not proud.
    It does not dishonor others,
    it is not self-seeking,
    it is not easily angered,
    it keeps no record of wrongs.
    Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.
    It always protects,
    always trusts,
    always hopes,
    always perseveres.
    Love never fails.
    But where there are prophecies, they will cease;
    where there are tongues, they will be stilled;
    where there is knowledge, it will pass away.
    For we know in part and we prophesy in part,
    but when completeness comes, what is in part disappears.
    When I was a child,
    I talked like a child,
    I thought like a child,
    I reasoned like a child.
    When I became a man,
    I put the ways of childhood behind me.
    For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror;
    then we shall see face to face.
    Now I know in part;
    then I shall know fully,
    even as I am fully known.
    And now these three remain: faith, hope and love.
    But the greatest of these is love.
    Love so divine!
    Love gives light!
    Love makes eyes shine bright!
    Love is sharp never dull!


  • the_anonymous_poetries 4d

    A fact of lies!

    Possess partial
    Meaningless meaning.


  • solivagant_soul 4d

    The story of every colorful Metropolis

    #haynaku #oxymoron #wod #writersnetwork
    @writersnetwork @miraquill

    Thank you so much @writersnetwork for the ♥️
    And warmest thanks to @miraquill for EC

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    Pastel city

    Pastel city
    obscure aphonic pain

    purloined birthing
    Colossal ephialtes array

    Fabrication alchemising
    Eclipsed soul's agony

    cries crooning
    contrived miraculous lullaby


  • jagruti_patil30 4d

    Sometimes all you need is a happy face to look at,
    A shoulder to cry on,
    A hug to sink in,
    A bad phase to pass through,
    A good memory to to dive into,

    Maybe sometimes you just need a right person...


  • edward_3355 4d

    My waning crescendo
    Falls on deaf ears
    So I climb the
    Stepless stairway ,
    Hopelessly hopeful
    To meet her,
    To sing for her
    Incompletely complete songs


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  • thoughtwine 4d

    Why does love feel like chasing a living ghost, a haunting image of unrequited?
    Why does love feel like a known mystery, a song that I know and yet haven't understood?
    Why does love feel like a pleasure able agony, a high too addictive to let go of?
    Why does love feel like courage for the cowardly?
    I am not sure why love is such a confounding simplicity
    But love in itself
    Is surely an oxymoron.

  • edward_3355 4d

    I try to write
    And words are shot down
    By headless arrows
    From stringless bows

    I search the empty attic
    It's full of priceless trinkets
    My brows labour
    To form a creaseless frown

    My formless thoughts
    Homeless residents
    Sincerely wry, become
    A paperless origami
    Composes music of a stringless guitar
    Speaks words with conflicting syllables
    They loyally desert me
    In sorrowful glee
    Like my beloved

    I'm numb
    With a painless suffering
    As pressed flowers thirst for tears
    I unwillingly comply
    For my beloved

    #oxymoron #wod #love #miraquill #writersnetwork

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  • poetrycity 4d

    You're the chaotic peace to my mess soul.
    Smiling dark moon to the white haunting darkness.
    Divine sun to my cold ashes.
    vivid picture of my imagination.

    And darling! Come to me and drip some love to make my shadow colourful.


  • _iram_ 4d

    The cold fire in me is contradicting the calm chaos
    The beautiful gaze of the souless eyes are burning
    With a ray of sunshine and stillage nostalgic feeling
    Vinous is set on the table with recherche smeraldo
    Ambrosial thoughts in the mindless mind of me
    Betwixt the dusk and dawn my reflection is only I see
    I'm creating an aita in my own galaxy and universe
    Baltering myself with the peace in fragrance of life
    I can feel the feath absconding in my inner self
    But ignominy engulfed the honest me completely
    The crescent moon inking the gap of my life
    And wardrobe of my memory is open for a while

    October 23, 2021
    @miraquill @writersnetwork
    #oxymoron #wod #pod
    Thank you so much for the like @writersnetwork❤️

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  • poetrycity 4d

    @writersnetwork @miraquill #wod #oxymoron
    Thank you so much @writersnetwork for the kind repost��❤. I'm honoured. ��

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    They inhale deaths to be alive forever...

    Under those shady, blank branches of white crimsons and near that dead lavender in my dazzle garden.
    I saw sun sprinkling icebergs of bitter sweet pain of separation, parasites feeding inhumanity, birds drowning in air, fishes suffocating in water and wrote a wordless poetry inside my red soul and steel heart while gazing black moon betwixt the silent chaos of warm sky in her pink city.

    Who're you? I asked that dead growing poet in me,
    I'm a vagabond living in the house of demons. My eye(s) is the dead sea and tears, the dry river. I close my eyes to see all the beautiful things. I fall for universe's mystery while falling for my own deep metaphors.

    Who're you ? I asked that incompleted lover in me,
    I'm the reeking, lost wind of another world wandering for stardust. My lips are the curve that resemble hyperbole and naked titles with wrapped subtles.
    I fall for my own illusive depth of poems.

  • nirvanabharga0 4d

    Happy reading ❤

    Poetry is the elucidation of
    exquisite exuberance of a soul.


    #oxymoron #wod #pod @miraquill @writersnetwork @mirakeeworld @mirakee_words #shewrites #poetry #writersbay #miraquill

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    Poetry is the elucidation of
    exquisite exuberance of a soul.


  • barishtha 4d


    The situations are simple,
    Simple the words too!
    The promises are meant to be broken,
    And to keep too.
    Being a cold fire, burning in this winter,
    I being an oxymoron,
    Finding the darkest light together.

  • euphrasiafaedra1 4d

    Darkness we see is beautiful if we look from another corner

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    Crawling towards the wood
    My dog starts to bark
    Where the dark

    In his eyes

  • crystal_snow 4d

    #simile #oxymoron #wod
    Thank you for the ❤️ WN(20)
    Thank you so much @/writersnetwork for EC(4)��✨
    Really means alot ❤️✨��

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    Hope is like a fragrant less spring
    My heart already withering.
    The lovely flowers, said goodbye
    An awfully ugly one grew.
    I could see a whole storm on its five petals.
    I tried to pluck it out, but it didn't even move an inch from the ground.

    I looked up in the sky, with helpless eyes.
    In return, she smiled at me.
    She covered me with her blue net.
    And kissed me on my forehead.
    I felt happy.
    Realising the fact that the flower wasn't awfully ugly .
    It was awfully pretty.
    Turned lovely blue, F A I T H engraved on its five petals.


  • lettersinink 4d

    Perfectly Imperfect

    "You should start dieting" they said,
    "You should aim for flawless skin" they said.

    "You will not find suitors with your complexion" they said,
    "You should perfect your imperfections" they said.

    And I swallowed their words
    like a morsel of food shoved into my mouth.
    I tried to change myself, to mend myself
    like I was broken, incomplete and unworthy.

    I forgot that a diamond is worthy,
    polished or not.
    That I'm worth my imperfections,
    whether they accept it or not.

    Slowly, like a blooming bud
    I began to love myself,
    began to embrace my flaws
    and understood that
    a rose is nothing without it's thorns.

    To all my readers,
    Embrace your self,
    because perfect or not
    you are one of a kind
    and our perfection lies in our imperfections.

    Kavya Menon

  • muskaanbhatt_ 5d

    When you will start reading this, you will get a sad feeling and when you will reach to the bottom lines your sadness will change into laughter ��
    #love #pod #wod #life #oxymoron #writers @miraquill_assistant @miraquill @writersnetwork

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    Agar Badal jawu waqt kai sath mai kabhi
    Toh kehna sab mai bewafa mujhe
    Par jo na badlu mai kabhi
    Toh kehna wafadaru ki sardarni mujhe