Mirakee
L for Lai
A picture so clear
with a hint of cheer
We see
what we wish to fear
what our eyes could hear
a plea
an eternal sneer
You held moments dear,
or me?
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sidhubalkaran
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Read MoreDay 12/26 of #napowrimo2021
Lai is a French form of poetry with 9 lines and a strict syllabic structure. The rules of a Lai are pretty simple and stated below:-
• 9 lines with 2 rhymes.
• Structured as aabaabaab.
• Lines ending with the ‘a’ rhyme are five syllables long.
• Lines ending with the ‘b’ rhyme are two syllables long.
• A total of 36 syllables.
There is no particular rule on the subject matter.
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ladduuuuuu
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The day you realise that you add value to your money, you begin to grow in life.
The day you realise that your money adds value to you, you grow in pride.
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Nobody leaves here because nobody came in the first place.
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Rain Is Good
I weather the storms for many reasons
I love the raindrops in any season
They help you grow the seeds you sow
They mix in with my tears so they don't show
My heart is low but it's okay, I love the gray
Why wipe away tears when they blend with rain
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tingesofhysteria
17w
Read MoreYou always need an arm to cling on to no matter what you undergo
, no matter how easy the storm is to get past .
But you don't realize this unless you're lying face up like a corpse tired of being dead and cold icicles are falling on you like rain
You see, it's all an intricate process but you don't comprehend these little intricacies when all you have to do is tell someone how easy it is to find solace in whatever they own ,
When all you have to do is preach self-love but self-love is an art and to some it's still an unattainable gem but you don't get how hard it is to hate ourselves
and retrieve every single shard of love of our own body specked with flaws after the war ;
You don't know what it's like to seek safety in strangers and losing it times and again .
There's a filthy haze of hatred that jets from you every time you can't do it the way you wanted ,
a haze that bears your name like ancient engravings
It's easy enough to ask anyone to embrace their inner selves the way the mirrors project them ,
but it's utterly not the case when you try to inhale but end up swallowing this haze ,
when all you hear is the breaking of all your whims that brim you like poison
You might be wondering what I have seen to profess these inconsequential lessons , but trust me , I have seen everything :
I have seen love fly like doves , worn it like a tiara over my head , married it like a husband , nurtured it like an ugly baby in my family's hereditary swaddling that my mother used to enfold me in ;
I have watched hate in cracked mirrors and tattered pictures of me ,
I have been bathed in it an eternity .
I was always too poor to afford a guide , but you always had one - you always had safe hands to place your heart in so you never knew what it's like hold on to an arm and yearn one .
You were born on a rich luscious bed of roses but I never had roses ;
Everytime I planted them , they died on stormy nights so it's lads like me who know this insatiable craving .
You always need an arm to cling on to amongst hasty acquaintances ,
Amidst nasty nightmares that envelope you like a strikingly dark curtain but you just can't diagnose the depths of a nightmare unless you're haunted by one yourself in the broad daylight,
in front of everyone you know but there's no one to reach out to your screams .
* You always need an arm to cling on to *
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alishadas07
25w
Hope
Hope is the one thing
That keeps us going,
No matter how hard
The truth becomes,
It promises us a future
That might be worth living;
Hope makes us realise
The good that we have,
Despite of all the wrongs
It stops us from quitting;
Hope binds
The love, life & happiness together,
By testing us more than once
On how much are we willing!
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untitled
I feel like I am losing.
I know not what exactly is it
that I am.
But
something has gone
far away and beyond,
from me.
And, the absence is as surreal
as a clock with
no time.
Only,
even in the metaphor above,
the "time" is what's lost.
And
In reality of my existence,
this very moment,
I don't know what is it,
that's not here,
that's clearly
supposed to be.
-untitled.
©thewritinghelianthus -
In between.
I cannot recall the day I was born,
nor would I try,
to see my parents smile,
to a whiny little cry.
Life began long way back,
what we await is the edge,
and in between is where we live,
where destinies take their pledge.
We start off strong,
the end is where we all fall,
but it's the in between where,
souls cripple and crawl.
The between is where I am,
where all you can do is wait,
the work is done, fruits ripened,
all the rights belonging to fate.
I can foresee the trench,
of happiness or melancholy I cannot say,
but over the uncertain finale,
in between is where I'd like to stay.
-between
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themysticwrites_
32w
Little Did I Know
Little did I know, when we'd meet,
You'd be this shy person to be.
Shaking hands and greeting smiles,
Parting our own ways but with glee.
Little did I know, when we'd meet,
We'd get to know more each day,
Instead we grew far apart, with no reasons to be,
Like planets apart, we stray.
Little did I know, when we'd meet,
We'd be friends, ever again,
For now this time, I was the reason,
You looked out for me, with no disdain.
Little did I know, when we'd meet,
We'd be great buddies, you and me.
Had we been friends since that day before,
We hadn't got to know each other, this more.
Little did I know, when we'd meet,
I'd get an awesome friend like you,
You know that I'll be always there ,
No matter how rusty or shiny, old or new.
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wholeblackpoet
36w
Read MoreWhen I age,
I want to age beautifully.
I want my skin to soften and curl, like a parrot tulip.
I want my wrinkles to sew themselves, on the corner of my eye.
I want my lips to quiver, beckoning like a passerine bird.
I want my bones to rise and ripen, from the weight of loving and hurting.
I want my hands to see and feel, the wind, passing through my fingers.
I want my feet to unwind and pause, to hear the pulse of the earth.
I want my mind to flutter, like the wings of a butterfly.
When I age,
I want to age beautifully.
~wbp
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- wholeblackpoet Thankyou @paintyourlife !
- wholeblackpoet @sangfroid_soul Don't be! It totally okay and equally beautiful
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sangfroid_soul
I'm not afraid of losing youth.
But I used to be afraid of death. I guess I no longer am. - wholeblackpoet @sangfroid_soul Really glad to know that! ❤
- wholeblackpoet @__misfit Yes! I wanted people to know that.
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She was to be light of heart
Lithe of figure
With mist spun gold resting
Lightly on slender shoulders
Her heart's weighed
Down by pains disconnected
From her fingertips
Grey rock mountains resting
Heavily on burdened shoulders
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wholeblackpoet
38w
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With the fall of Titans, the Olympus wasn’t safe,
The king of the gods, Zeus, was coming after the beautiful sisters,
Where you’d flee to, O Asteria! The Titaness of the falling star!
As a Quail, you flew across the cosmos, farther away.
When your wings couldn’t take it anymore, you fell.
Fell deep into the sea, awakening the god of the seas, Poseidon.
Whilst he rode the seas to and forth, hunting for the fallen star,
You had become the island, Delos, floating farther away,
Free from the clutches of the gods you scorned.
O Asteria! who dwells in us all,
May your shining light, guide us through the darkness,
and your power frees us from evil.
~wbp
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princessesierra
38w
Rewrite
Blank and focused/ constructing
A novel narrative/ rewriting
Histories long mortified
Let me tell you what should have been
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wholeblackpoet
38w
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For she is an ocean,
whole, clamorous and deep.
She’ll welcome you as her own,
She’ll caress your skin with her cold breeze,
She’ll take you to the deep canyons above and beyond,
She’ll indulge in getting you the purest pearls,
She’ll love you like she loves the sun.
But never betray her.
For she is an ocean,
whole, clamorous and deep.
She’ll set her raging waves out towards you,
She’ll haul you down deep into shadows,
She’ll be unforgiving while you reach out for help,
She’ll watch you as you draw your last breath,
She’ll lay you down on her lap where corals bloom.
And you’ll be her’s forever.
~wbp
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- thenaturepoetess You write so beautifully, and with such emotion
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ladduuuuuu
39w
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Temperatures rising
The heat of the moment might win you the argument.
The warmth of the moment wins you the person.
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ladduuuuuu
39w
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Money gives you a grand entrance.
Skills give you an unforgettable farewell.
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Favour the person you can "bank upon"
Not the person who has a "bank under"
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ladduuuuuu
40w
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From
"I want a present"
To
"I want her presence"
I understood the meaning of a
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY"
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wholeblackpoet
40w
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*a wild sunflower*
Little do you know, I am a wild sunflower,
wilderness is my home,
untamed and unforgiving,
and yet I bloom for the sun.
And one fine day, you take me away,
promising care and nurture,
long enough to drop me in the glass vase.
and there I had lain, all alone.
Little do you know, those were broken promises,
days went by, too weak to bloom,
till I began to wilt and wither slowly,
while my body ached for the sun.
And one fine day, you threw me away,
among the bushes and thorns,
long enough for someone to trample upon,
and there I had lain all alone.
Little do you know, the sun rose high up the sky,
his rays healed and glistened,
my perished body, long enough to bloom,
and bloom in all colours.
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