Oh Darling,
Do I wish to lay upon the
meadows of golden yellow daffodils,
making a bed so soft and beautiful,
and look at the vast sky, whilst
thinking the goodness of life
Or perhaps,
I just wish to lay beneath the
serene turquoise ocean,
with a smile of contentment
on my face, as I
close my eyes for the one last time
©passionbookworm
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With a nosegay of white chrysanthemum and a four-leafed clover,
I ask you darling, will you be mine?
I give you a corsage of black bryony with red dahlias all over,
To let you know I'm forever thine!
©passionbookworm -
The deafening silence
screams through the
wide cracks of hollow walls,
Eerie quietness befalls,
Death knocking,
The sound of silence overheard.....
©passionbookworm -
You dwell in the
recondite heart of
my enigmatical verses,
I belong to the
mystifying chasm of
your naked soul,
Together Darling,
we paint the skyline
with crimson hues of
treasured love
and purple shades of
a life restituted
inditing poetries of
You and I, and our
sempiternal......
©passionbookworm -
inkliings 1w
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In all the fun
In all the sadness
In all the moments
In all the time
First name clicked on my mind is you
In my all lessons
In my all poem
In my all stories
In my all morals
First thought that clicked my mind is you
In my all hours
In my all days
In my all weeks
In my all years
First thing I pin up on daily notes is you
In my all shades
In my all dresses
In my all glances
In my all graces
First thing glows on me is smile because of youIn my all
In my all shades
In my all dresses
In my all glances
In my all graces
First thing glows on me is smile because of you
©inkliings -
inkliings 1w
#alfia #jdmwrites #friends
#ceesreposts #mirakee #pod #javeriya #passionbookworm #lily #bluepup #robbo #rroy27
#mr10 #ash__k #writerstolli #flowers #flowe #ss_writes #prashantlm
#HYB #avii #ni8ngle #himanshuwrites #people #time #shaliya #daisydoll #himanshuwrites #cis_alkene #writersnetwork #sammusaafiir
#nemorh #shreyareads #rajkri #decoy #kusum
#piaa_choudhary #phal_candy #writingmaniacs
#ajv #ruins #laughing_soul #reposttriptichadha #satender #s_rooh #azk #tega_benny #joycee_joy
#iam_fuddu_writer #tod_wtPerspective defines our choices, and choices defines who we are
©inkliings -
inkliings 1w
#alfia #jdmwrites #friends
#ceesreposts #mirakee #pod #javeriya #passionbookworm #lily #bluepup #robbo #rroy27
#mr10 #ash__k #writerstolli #flowers #flowe #ss_writes #prashantlm
#HYB #avii #ni8ngle #himanshuwrites #people #time #shaliya #daisydoll #himanshuwrites #cis_alkene #writersnetwork #sammusaafiir
#nemorh #shreyareads #rajkri #decoy #kusum
#piaa_choudhary #phal_candy #writingmaniacs
#ajv #ruins #laughing_soul #reposttriptichadha #satender #s_rooh #azk #tega_benny #joycee_joy
#iam_fuddu_writer #tod_wt
Sometimes we feel all broken, curses our past and all our actions, when we locked the all of us in that heart and pretend that we don't have any
And then when we are surviving through all,
Just someday, some person walk in our life
and with their heart they unlock our heart's lock where we almost hide our every feelings our every emotions and each and every part of ourself that is secretly desperate for love
The way they are, the way they hold us, the way they stand right behind you, the way they just stay near you, even that person is at distance, you feel them closest to you, just their moves surreptitiously tells you that they are "one".And then when we are surviving through all,
Just someday, some person walk in our life
and with their heart they unlock our heart's lock where we almost hide our every feelings our every emotions and each and every part of ourself that is secretly desperate for love
©inkliings -
passionbookworm 1w
Lame, I know....
She was caught in the
devastating surefire
of torment and perfidy,
Where he came as the
sangfroid tranquility
soothing her heart
and setting her free
©passionbookworm
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@writersnetwork @mirakee @amateurkikushiDarling,
You became the weirdly colored fresco
of sempiternal love and togetherness,
on her blood-soaked heart.....
©passionbookworm -
passionbookworm 2w
I have changed multiple houses from childhood so I don't have any specific memories from a particular home, as part of my childhood. But this poem is dedicated to a place where I lived with my partner and have recently moved out. It was a really special place to me and I know I'll never forget it.
Yellow walls draped with frames
Hung with desires and bizarre aims
White ceiling covered with stars
Illuminating the night with hopeful memoirs
Kitchen filled with smell of good food
Beautiful memories of love and life stewed
Muffled voices and happy giggles
Childlike excitement, happiness dwells
Sorrows, struggles, misjudged achievements
Free from responsibilities and overbearing commitments
A place filled with myriad of emotions
Close to heart, with gratifying notions
Treasuring those moments of togetherness
And looking back at the deserted emptiness
All messy and seemingly out of place
Now lies barren, lifeless, with no trace
Saying goodbye to our very first abode
Bittersweet feelings, heart ready to explode
Now, we move ahead to find a new dome
This time I know it would still be a home
'Cause what I seek is nothing exemplar
For home is right where you are
©passionbookworm
#bagpack #wod #pod #writersnetwork #mirakee #home #love #passionbookworm
@writersnetwork @mirakee @amateurkikushi'Cause home is right where you are.....
©passionbookworm -
passionbookworm 2w
Beauty is in the withering leaves of fall or the new beginnings of spring, it is in the fire burning in the winter, and kids laughing, eating ice creams in summer. Its is in everything natural and nothing we can't see. Beauty is in life, in living, in happiness, in forgiving, in sadness and surviving, in madness and healing. Beauty is just in admiring........
©passionbookworm
#writersnetwork #mirakee #beauty #pod #poems #passionbookworm
@writersnetwork @mirakee @amateurkikushiBeauty is in the passing zephyrs of a mother's love
It is in the vagueness and naivety of a lover's tryst
Beauty is in the transcending rays of the sun above
It is definitely in the wondrous imagination of a poet's wist
Beauty is in the unbounded meeting of the sky with ocean
It is in the amazing transparency of a pure ice flower
Beauty is indeed in the sad eyes twinkling with emotion
It is also in the scenic view of city from up above the tower
Beauty is in the uncontrollable excitement in a child's voice
It is in the childlike Innocence of your partner's demeanor
Beauty is present in the pride of a victor's rejoice
It is obviously in the smiling couple holding hands at the altar
Beauty is in the raindrops falling on the fresh grass
It is in the dew drops on the leaves indicating a fresh start
They say Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder, alas
I say, it is in everything together and fallen apart
©passionbookworm -
passionbookworm 2w
Dear Stranger,
I remember seeing you once at the river. I had run away from my house, and wanted to sit somewhere alone, cry all my pain away. The river, behind the closing of the forest was the only secret place of mine. And I used to go there whenever I would feel low. Never before, I saw another person there, so it was a surprise when I saw you sitting there, on the edge of the water, as if waiting for someone. Your shoulders were hunched and your arms held your legs as you sat there, looking at the flowing water. I remember the water being a bit violent that day, as if it understood the turmoil within my heart, and somewhere it understood your pain too. At least, I did. When I came forward, in your direction, I didn't know where I was walking and accidentally stepped on the dry leaves which crunched beneath my feet. You heard me and craned your neck behind to see who was there to disrupt your peaceful suffering. I was so curious to see someone there, that I forgot I was walking and stood there in anticipation of your reaction. Right then and there, our eyes met. And suddenly I forgot breathing. I didn't know what it was, or what happened. Maybe the pain held behind your eyes, the tears stuck as if not wanting to come out, and the lost twinkle of your blue orbs, struck a chord deep within my soul. Or perhaps, the painfully sweet smile on your pink lips, with a hint of curiosity, and innocence moved something deep inside my heart.
I remember giving a small smile in reply and walking towards you. I remember sitting beside you in complete silence, a comfortable silence, where my heart was drumming so fast you could have heard it over the violent water. I remember being shy for the first time and a bit nervous to look at you again whenever I felt you trying to look at me under your lashes. I remember everything about you, about the rocks laid below us, about the sound of water fall nearby, about the mild breeze letting my hair slow-dance, about the leaves swaying in some sort of secret background music. I didn't know what it was but it was pacifying. I forgot all about my worries, I forgot my pain, for I was seeing you again and again inside my mind.
After a while, I realized you were getting up and I couldn't help myself before uttering a little 'Wait!' I didn't know why I said it but I didn't want you to go, not so soon, not ever. I felt so embarrassed when you smiled your pretty smile again, eyes tenderly shining this time, in amusement and something else I couldn't figure out. As I got lost in your presence again, I felt you crouching down and holding my hands. I waited with bated breath in wonder of what will happen next. And then, as if you saw the question in my eyes, or maybe you heard the rhythm of my heartbeat, you said something. I couldn't hear you, I was so lost in trying to make my heart not come out of the rib cage then and there, I only saw your lips moving but couldn't comprehend. You got up, your lips curving into that beautiful, bewitching smile yet again, as you waved at me and walked away.
I remember sitting there for another hour or maybe few minutes, I don't know, waiting for you and cursing my mind to function properly so I could maybe guess what you said. Suddenly it clicked, your words repeating over and over again as if you knew I didn't hear you the first time and you left a tape to remind me, as if you wanted me to remember every second, every word, every syllable. Your lips said, "We'll meet again, my love." I stilled in shock at the realization and the familiarity of your words. Yet again, I forgot breathing and my mind went blank.
For a while more, I sat there alone, wishing you to come back, wanting to relive those few moments, to see your pretty smile again. I wanted to find you, I wanted you to hold my hand again, I wanted to see you again. But I didn't even know your name.
It was magical. It was beautiful. I didn't know when I came back home that day but I haven't forgotten you. I can never forget you. Its been two years now, since that day. Its been two years since I saw you, for the first and last time. These past years, so much has happened in my life. I had lost my parents, I had lost my home and I have lost almost all of me. I have been all alone trying to barely get by, trying to survive, exist. There have been many times, I missed you, mother, father, my life before. I scream, I yell, I laugh, I weep, I question if there's anyone up above listening to me. I have lost my will to continue, and I have thought of taking my life many times. Yet, I haven't given up.
You see, I'm still trying to be strong enough to breathe. I don't know if we'll ever meet again. But I'll wait. I'm willing to hold on to your memories and to your promise. I'm willing to hold on to that hope, however false it might be, for that's the only thing I have now. You'll probably never get to read this letter, you probably have a life somewhere, a good and happy life I hope, but I'm writing this because there's nothing else for me to do. I hope you find a way into my life again, like last time. And I'll hold on to this hope until my last breath.
Yours hopefully,
The girl who's still holding on to her hope of seeing you again...
©passionbookworm
#stranger #wod #pod #writersnetwork #mirakee #letter #openletter #passionbookworm
@writersnetwork @mirakee @amateurkikushi.....You'll probably never get to read this letter,
you probably have a life somewhere,
a good and happy life I hope,
but I'm writing this because
there's nothing else for me to do.....
©passionbookworm -
passionbookworm 2w
I knew she was coming
A sense of dread filled my heart
I knew it was the end
There's no escape
For its inevitable
Death is, yes
I see people preparing
Moving away with little of their belongings
It is chaos in the city
Everyone going everywhere
Trying to stomp each other
To save themselves
I know coz I was there
I was kicked and trodded on
Coz they're all in a hurry
They don't have time to see the poor me
I knew she was coming
She was coming to get all of us
She was just about to reach
What was I doing?
I was hidden in an alleyway
Alone and lonely
No one to save me
I know I would be drowned
But I am not fast enough to run
I won't be able to go far
I can't even walk properly
After all, I am just a little puppy
A wounded little puppy
I knew she was coming
I can see her now
I am scared
I am terrified
I am going to die
But I didn't even get a chance to live
What happens after that?
What happens when its all over?
Would I ever get a chance to see the world?
I can hear screams, crazy yells
I can hear her sound
The sound of death
My heart is beating very loudly
I fear its going to come out
But then, this is the end, right?
The water is near
The waves are about to reach
They are almost here to engulf me
I wish I get to see the world
Maybe in another life
I wish to become a human
Maybe that way I would have power
I would have car to travel around
I would know how to talk
I would be able to try to escape
Coz its very tough to be a puppy
I am weak and frightened now
But next time God,
Make me a human
So I get to live
I get to live
Perhaps...
She is here
The hurricane's here
The waves are dangerous
I won't be able to survive
I know it!
But its okay
It will be over soon
I can't swim anymore
The force is too much
I am drowning slowly
I can feel my breathing almost stop
I can feel my limbs go numb
One last try
This is my goodbye!
©passionbookworm
During tough times, we try to save ourselves. Comparatively, we have options to leave the place, to maybe run away, to scream for help....... But we forget that there are others, animals, who don't have many options. Some are saved, but many are forced to give up. Lets remember to help them in tough times, they need it more than us!
@writersnetwork @mirakee @amateurkikushi
#disaster #wod #pod #writersnetwork #mirakee #passionbookwormThis is my goodbye!
©passionbookworm -
If only the memories faded away with time
you and I would still be together
in an entirely different universe
floating among the ethereal stars
tangled with happiness and content
in the comfort of each other's arms
until the end of time...
©passionbookworm -
passionbookworm 4w
The beauty of life is the struggle between darkness and light, learning that both play an important role in moulding us into better version of ourselves.
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@writersnetwork @mirakee @amateurkikushiGossamer stars shining down
From the night sky
Darkness and light
Complementing together
Teaching valuable lessons
Showing that's life
©passionbookworm -
lasting_words 4w
🖤
@black_writer @shru16 @iammusaafiir @mirakee @tomorrow_is_amazing @pooja_valmik_ @alfia_writes @readwriteunite @mirakee @writersnetwork @mirakeeworld @solitarypage @icecandy @asmika @soulwriter @repost @writerstolli @writers_together @arick_aj @paulwrites @joycee_joy @snehawrites @soulfullwriter @thepoetrycommunity @sahil_bhardwaj @rose_sara @alfia_writes @abejaynevita @cruziee @_querencia_ @therightkindofmisfit @thescreechingsilence @_twinkletoes_ @theuglyink @abejaynevita @branthan @shegram @solace @geraldine_mary @asmakhan @earnestdelapena #laughing_soul #passionbookworm #pod #writersnetwork #mirakeeapp #mirakee #readwriteunite #ceesrepostsDarkness often cloaks my head
My heart’s a rainy day,
My stories are not black and white
I sleep in bed of grey.
©️lasting_words -
Time and time again
I swim through the endless bottom
and drown on the surface
I lurk in the eternal darkness
And invisible in the light
I drive through an endless highway
And Conceal in the woods
I talk to the naked projections
And absorb the hollow cries
Memories outnumbered and only moments to pass by
©turmoilmoon -
anushree_n 4w
#mirakeeapp #mirakeepoems #writersnetwork #writerscommunity #writerstolli #poetrycommunity #mirakeenetwork #mirakeeworld #pod #tag_ad #alchemic_faerie #nandinisri #alfia #cwrites #cezara #wow #secretwords #passionbookworm #tanu01 #avii #kay
Please feel free to correct me and always open to your advice.
Feel free to tag me using hashtag woh_anu.It was a night of endless conversation
Something seems to be first in my inner creation
His smile and those glowing eyes chilled me like a frozen water
His words and his complex questions heated me like a fierce fire
Hoo.., my heart pounded with the blissful rhythm,
And my soul sang a song of loving melody poem,
He was there so near hearing all my words...
All I felt seeing him was to make him my dearest than others...
I felt like my world under my legs are falling apart,
Giving rise to the storm inside me where I am cuddled with the esthetic beauty of attraction...
Along with the fearful and dreadful thoughts of hurt and separation...
©anushree_n -
passionbookworm 5w
A long post! Thank you for your time.
We hope to live another moment, another day, a month, a year and a life. We hope to achieve all our dreams and aspirations. We wish for all the different things to happen. We hope that in future, we will have money, or love, or peace, or happiness, or quietude. Many are able to accomplish most or all of their desires, many are able to make it to only a few. And then there are those who die........sudden, early death. All fit and healthy, suddenly had an accident or a life threatening disease or just any reason, but they got to the end, even before they got the chance to live.
They wanted to travel around the world, they wanted to express their love for someone, they wanted to have a family, they wanted to learn new things, they wanted to be someone important.........they all wanted to prove themselves and be proud of their accomplishments. But they didn't get a chance to do any of that.
When one dies, people talk about how the living is suffering because their loved one died, people talk about how they could not imagine their life without someone or the other. And its true, we all have that someone we can't imagine our life without. The living, all have different theories..... "he had everything he could ask for", "he was so rich, he had all the money", "oh how his loved one must have felt, poor soul", "if he wouldn't have done that, then maybe he would be alive and everyone would be happy now", "if only he ever listened to his parents or elders, he could have lived a great life", "he died shaming his family", etc. They also have the positive thoughts about how he lived a good life or how he was lucky to have a painless death or how he did great things for public welfare.
But, people don't talk about the one who died........the one who died disappointed in himself. No one knows because he can't say anymore. He can't evince his pain, his disappointment, his dreams, his hopes and how they all had been brutally crushed due to one cruel, terrible moment. He can't do all that even though he wanted to. People have all kinds of theories regarding all the if's and maybe's and should's and shouldn't's but they never think about what that person has gone through.
When you see your life playing in front you, like a reel, you see all your good and bad moments, you look at all their faces in your mind, and you know that you won't be able to escape death, not this time.......when you know your time has come, and yet, the only thing you feel is disappointment......in yourself. You feel disappointed because you don't find your life good enough, because you couldn't achieve things you wanted to, because you didn't get a second chance to live, because for whatever reason, you wasted your only chance. You don't wish to die, but you try to accept that this is it, whether you like it or not. This is it. This is the end. This is your last breath. This was your life which is now ending.
And you are desperate for another chance, you pray, you hope, you feel, you ask for whoever is listening.....to give you one another chance so that you could do it right this time, so that you could tell her you love her, that you could go sky diving and para sailing, that you could learn to cook because you always wanted to, that you could go to norway to see the aurora borealias, that you could attain your inner peace, that you could do all that and more. You cry, you try to keep your eyes open, you try to breathe, you try not to give up even when your body is unable to.......just so you could do all that and more. You promise yourself that this time if you get a chance, you would live, really live......for yourself. You would do everything you could to make it worth living.
But not everyone gets the chance. That's the most terrifying part of death. That's the part people are afraid of, really, even if they don't realize. Everyone is scared of death. But truly, they are just afraid of not being able to live, not able to get a chance to live. Because at the end, it is true. "Life is not about living the safer option. Life is about living a life worth living." ~ Rob Thier
#writersnetwork #mirakee #wod #free #life #death #ceesreposts #passionbookworm
@writersnetwork @mirakee @amateurkikushiFloating soul
Free from body
Looking back
Wishing it could get
Another chance
One last time
It could change things
It could live
©passionbookworm -
lasting_words 6w
What love shouldn’t be💔
@black_writer @shru16 @iammusaafiir @mirakee @tomorrow_is_amazing @pooja_valmik_ @alfia_writes @readwriteunite @mirakee @writersnetwork @mirakeeworld @solitarypage @icecandy @asmika @soulwriter @repost @writerstolli @writers_together @arick_aj @paulwrites @joycee_joy @snehawrites @soulfullwriter @thepoetrycommunity @sahil_bhardwaj @rose_sara @alfia_writes @abejaynevita @cruziee @_querencia_ @therightkindofmisfit @thescreechingsilence @_twinkletoes_ @theuglyink @abejaynevita @branthan @shegram @solace @geraldine_mary @asmakhan @earnestdelapena #laughing_soul #passionbookworm #pod #writersnetwork #mirakeeapp #mirakee #readwriteunite #ceesrepostsHere I am,
sitting on the lap of a wilted settee,
wrapping my corse with
a quilt of charred renege,
and some grit.
Life,
as and when it comes,
it heads out with a duffel on its back
heavy enough
to drag down a soul or two
through the pits of the dun;
I once heard someone citing that place
as ‘love’.
I don’t know
what love means, nor
where it stays. But
I have seen my days in you, and
my nights without lapses
bruised with paucity
with all those everlasting scantiness;
It will keep reminding me for
the rest of my life
what drowning in fog tastes like, and
what love shouldn’t be.
©️lasting_words -
passionbookworm 6w
I know I'm supposed to write on the phases of moon, but I didn't get time to think of anything. This is something which came to mind a few days ago, so I'm posting this.
#moon #wod #writersnetwork #mirakee #passionbookworm
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