#reflection

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  • _writer_at_heart_ 1d

    #mirakee #writersnetwork #wod #reflection #miraquill @miraquill @writersnetwork
    Here 'She' refers to 'me'. ��
    Did you smile today ?? ��

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    Reflection

    I see her smiling through the mirror,
    When she prepares her outer self, that will define her personality and appearance.
    She smiles to see how she looks,
    It is the last step, after she is well prepared.
    She believes we must wear our smile more often.
    Since it is the best make-up ever !
    ©_writer_at_heart_

  • rhythmic_beats 4d

    Paper bag of poetry crumbled and thrown, lying emotionless exhale emotions. What an irony you would say. But that's the truth! Like the heart can be broken thousand times but it will still pump love, the limbs can be broken and paralysed but it will still hold paint brushes and peacock feather quill to ink the vintage era to a fairyland, where tints and shades light up the sky when someone collapses down as their sun sets forever behind the horizon of destiny. Similarly the crumbled poetry zephyrs the delicate peaceful white petals of daisy, which blossoms each twinkling star and moon reflecting the yearning memories, fragrance, and traces of love wrapped inside the paper bag of poetry.

    They are not ghosts or zombies though the walls echo their dulcet voice, though their fragrance of skin would still fill the air by vibrant spring, though their warmth would fire as before, it's their traces of shedded love still finding their lost existence just like those tiny yellow amber smiles of daisy, gravitating lost heartbeats, eclipsing amorphous album of memories!

    Asunder espy of stained mere emotions and makes the place a heritage of poem and becomes the favourite tourist destination to gaze and hear the fading fossil traces of rubescent words.

    Jamie, you know there are many undiscovered corners of such heritage places, where the world is concreted by petals of daisy in the form of refulgent pages and the yellow amber words will beat music of haiku, sonnet, metaphors and will flash epitome of ethereal sempiternal coalescing incandescent love.

    And Jamie you know people leave but places don't.
    They exist holding back all the memories, fragrance
    And traces of love wrapped inside the
    Paper bag of poetry;
    And that precious heritage place is
    MIRAQUILL where all seasons and time
    Amalgamate as one soul.

    © rhythmic_beats

    Too long sorry��

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    #poetry #life #reflection
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  • tenderkisses 1w

    Fuck you player
    Fuck you liar
    Fuck you insensitive
    Fuck you stalker
    Fuck you user
    Fuck you bullshitter
    Fuck you just fuck you
    You were no blue eyed wolf, you were a vulture..

    ©tk

  • mazingamar 1w

    Unfound

    Where one looks
    One does not find

    Revelations and fears
    Of being hopelessly behind

    A loss or a win?
    One must wonder

    How did this all begin?

    ©mazingamar
    @writersnetwork
    @mirakee
    @writerstolli

  • a_splendid_wickedness 1w

    Ancient Mirror

    Flesh of my father
    Ancient mirror
    Blood of my mother
    Water's eyes
    They look back at yours
    And paint identity
    Flesh of new form
    Blood of newborn
    Modern mirror
    Too distinct
    We sit behind our eyes
    Self, me, my, I
    Flesh of my father
    Blood of my mother
    I sit behind my eyes
    But I am another.

    ©a_splendid_wickedness

  • john_felix 1w

    Two Tales of a Road

    I find myself walking along a road,
    A road that winds up to form a fold,
    Beside it forms two streets, each on either side,
    And each street seems to be staring at me, Sending shivers across my spine,
    I look down, and in retrospect view my life,
    Of both light and in darkness.

    As I stare to my right,
    I see all that is wrong,
    Every tear that I shed, every day that was long, The side carries all the hearts that I broke,
    All the miles I strode,
    Its atmosphere is dark, and my aura is stiff,
    I can recall all my pains and grief,
    My mistakes in a brief.
    Life is dark here, and I can't feel the Creator's spirit,
    That side is a prison for evil,
    There I felt mere mortal, old instead of new,
    I had to turn my eyes, away from the view.

    I stare on to my left, and all that's dark has left,
    I see all smiles I've shown,
    Every time my heart was warm,
    In it lives the times I wouldn't frown,
    The air is filled up with light,
    Meors of sound from past rush through my mind,
    And I feel life had never been this kind,
    Here I feel the Almighty's presence,
    And one with all that has sense,
    And my walking is now of essence.
    ©john_felix

  • tenderkisses 1w

    And finally she has come to realise and find out she really did mean nothing to him, she is a forgotten piece of something sweet he devoured, she was taken for a ride and when he had his fill he bailed..

    ©tk

  • tenderkisses 2w

    The ghost of her past still floats through her mind from time to time, on the waves of her heart which she only opens briefly for a moment and allows herself to think about him once more, a beautiful wolf who penetrated her soul and drank her love without ever knowing what he had once meant to her.

    ©tk

  • hoodedprince 2w

    Her Blood!!!

    I see her smiling through the mirror,
    Her calm confident eyes filling me with terror.
    Extending her hand, Reaching out,
    Asking to come nearer,
    Taking a step closer,
    Now looking at her even more clearer,
    Confident smile,Slender body with a flawless skin.
    My future perfect self,
    Looking back at me.
    Elated to reach out but,
    Was blocked by the mirror,
    As hard as reality.
    Will I ever look that better?
    I spit on her on the mirror,
    As I felt cheated and bitter.
    Covered with my venom,
    Making me feel happier.

    But her smile turning into,
    A loud mocking laughter,
    Making me even angrier.
    Smearing my spit all over her,
    Untill I could see only a total blur.
    Her distorted image, Made me feel bigger.
    But her mocking laughter,
    In my mind it still lingers.
    I take a look,
    As the venomous facade fades.
    Rising from my onslaught,
    Slowly revealing,
    Her slender body and beautiful face.
    Suppressed fear and anguish resurface.
    Pain of not being good enough for decades.
    Thoughts of self pity and hatred do their parades.
    As her eyes slowly revealing itself,
    More confident,Shinier and Brighter.
    Her guts to get what she wants,
    Made me shiver.
    Her smirk made my insides wretch,
    Losing my hope for glimmer.

    The utter humiliation made me want to kill her.
    Eyes crying the tears of suppression.
    My scream a war cry for freedom.
    Filled with helplessness and rage,
    I make a first with my shivering fingers,
    Into Thousands of pieces,
    She shatters.
    Already feeling like a winner.

    But I could still hear her,
    More clearer and louder.
    Looking down I see,
    Laughing through the shattered pieces,
    Looked through by thousands of eyes.
    Felt like being looked down upon,
    And Stipped naked.
    Wounds exposed and tied to a huge block of ice.
    A feeling which I so much hate and despise.
    For it always takes me by surprise.
    Now for this,
    She's gonna pay a huge price.
    That was the much needed trigger,
    For the on coming blood filled slaughter.

    The pieces I pounded and punched,
    The sounds of creek and crack.
    Felt like her screams,
    To forgive her mishaps.
    All out of mercy,
    For I was all in to attack.
    Thousands became millions.
    As I slowly slipped into oblivion.
    Her laughter grew louder and louder,
    As so my punches harder and harder.
    Seeing her blood makes me mightier and prouder.
    Her Blood!!
    I thought..

    Drunk in delusion,
    For even this thought to be considered.
    That in the pursuit of teaching a lesson,
    And ripping her into Shred,
    It was I who suffered and deeply bled.
    ©sundarcvc

  • sumanaa_ 2w

    I see her smiling through the mirror
    The smile of a wornout soldier,
    Fresh out of the battlefield
    Scars and wounds yet to be healed,
    From the ferocious battle with herself
    She succeeded, with some help
    From the chief of self esteem
    Her self worth, she redeemed
    And from the general of confidence
    She learned to give herself a chance
    Raged a war against the weaker her,
    Fought against everyone who tried to weaken her,
    Stood as the champion at the end,
    Confidence and power she gained,
    After the long and strenuous battle
    She is shaken, she is rattled,
    But she won herself back,
    Put her self worth on top of the rack
    She smiles at herself in the mirror,
    The smile of a wornout soldier,
    Tired but content with the win,
    Excited for what is to begin.

    ©sumanaa_

  • theselcouth_scripturient 3w

    Resurrecting within one's own scuffles.


    Evanescing from our own puzzles of trauma,
    Sanguine hopes fusing with an unfathomable plight;

    Filling the ethereal azure with aspirations of effervescence,
    Unveiling the cynical gaze of the iniquity;

    Reincarnating to the oblivion of the life's nuances,
    I metamorphosed to an an eccentric spirit of Renaissance!

    @writersnetwork @mirakee @readwriteunite @mirakeeworld

    #pod #wod #renaissance #rebirth #reflection #life

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    Renaissance

    Evanescing from our own puzzles of trauma,
    Sanguine hopes fusing with an unfathomable plight;

    Filling the ethereal azure with aspirations of effervescence,
    Unveiling the cynical gaze of the iniquity;

    Reincarnating to the oblivion of the life's nuances,
    I metamorphosed to an an eccentric spirit of Renaissance!
    ©theselcouth_scripturient

  • thegaia 3w

    Mirror

    I see her smiling through the mirror as if she found a way to overcome the terror.
    It’s that smile that spoke a thousand words behind the mirror just to hide and run far away from the humours and rumours.
    And it’s all about the mirror as if it reflects the emotion of the author, as if she herself is the narrator of this beautiful character.
    ©thegaia

  • serrated_ink 3w

    I see her smiling through the mirror
    Irradiating my heart as always
    Her bold brows
    And that brown tinted eyes
    Telling me the story of her time..

    She brought me into this world
    On that shiny day light
    Which turned black
    When the society
    Exiled,
    Exiled her into banishment
    For me not having "HIS" name
    And I know
    She felt that intense pain..

    She hold me tight
    Close to her chest
    For the first time
    I tuned in to her heart
    The rhythm I felt
    Was known to me
    As I used to dance
    In her womb on her beats..

    She nurtured me
    With all she had
    Build me strong
    Like a warrior
    In no man's land. .

    But today,
    I see her smiling through the mirror
    Felt her reflection inside
    Drawn with pastel
    And adorned with feisty mind
    My heart pop
    As I acknowledge
    And miss her touch
    For now I know
    I will never have her clutch..


    #wod #pod #feelings #thoughts #miraquill
    #reflection #pastelc #writer #pastel #writersnetwork #mirakee

    Pic credit to the rightful owner..♥

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    She nurtured me
    With all she had
    Build me strong
    Like a warrior
    In no man's land..

    ©serrated_ink

  • smily_aina 3w

    #smilyscribbles

    She didn't belong here
    and it was known to her.
    How dare a wildflower
    stake a claim
    in the garden of roses.
    But she never once degraded herself,
    for she knew what she was capable of.

    With open arms
    she welcomed her adversaries
    and hugged all adversities
    turning the tides into
    flimsy ripples kissing her feet.

    Scathed with blisters of past
    she shaped her future
    with her feeble yet nimble hands
    that lacked anything but endurance
    And carved into it
    pieces of those moments
    where life tested her naivety,
    moments that shattered her beliefs,
    where she learned that
    trust doesn't come by easily
    and neither should it be given out in abundance.

    She was self sufficient
    Or rather she trained herself to be,
    a lone star who needed no one
    'cause reliance on others
    only made her weaker
    and only the fittest could survive
    the harsh criticisms
    that rained every other night
    at her humble abode,
    And like she does each dawn
    today too, she patched up her wounds
    and she grew a bit more.


    ©smily_aina

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  • blossomwrites 3w

    I see her smiling through the mirror
    She looked like a sparkling crystal
    Her eyes had the zeal to conquer
    The reflection justifies her extreme
    beauty
    She is no less than a queen
    The essence of her beauty is her confidence!

  • p_a_c_324 3w

    He broke mirrors,
    For it had my reflection.
    As he was a possesive lad,
    Who took my reflection,
    As his sacred treasure.
    -P. A. C

  • bubbly_bluebells 3w

    #reflection

    REFLECTION OF OVERCOMING

    I see her smiling through the mirror
    Reminiscing all the cacophanies
    Noticing same life like yesterdays
    Anything changed is dear mindset!

    I thought end is smoother but its not true
    only start is as hard as crawling; romantic blues
    Gorgeous middle lanes are also beguiling haunt
    Camaflouging her youth in paper crumbles

    Last fight stings venemous bites
    Effort takes more than capable,endurance
    A place of burning with all potential while
    Feeding fire to keep alive past embodied tricks
    Cobbled to present a strong foundation today

    New stretcher step to kill the scariest demon
    Pushing sentiments to concoct tomorrow syrups
    For next dose acting as a doppelganger cycle
    Blizzards needs a shovelman to make way
    Also Custodying bagbacks in the upwheel hike


    //you are more than capable and have to be!//

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    Go through the process there is no other way

    //Becoming more is key to unlock next moment and balance phases of journey with contentment cause it takes more than yesterdays //
    ©yes_she_exists

  • msushil 3w

    A Body:
    I see her smiling
    through the mirror.
    Capturing my reflection,
    She manufactures
    A body of unique faces;
    One side
    I see a beautiful face
    well adorned
    By silky hair
    And sanguine on forehead
    And other side I see my part.
    Yes, the body smiles
    And I understand
    Nothing can make me
    To elope in her absence.
    #reflection
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    A Body:
    I see her smiling
    through the mirror.
    Capturing my reflection,
    She manufactures
    A body of unique faces;
    One side
    I see a beautiful face
    well adorned
    By silky hair
    And sanguine on forehead
    And other side I see my part.
    Yes, the body smiles
    And I understand
    Nothing can make me
    To elope in her absence.
    ©msushil

  • loves_passion 3w

    I see her smiling through the mirror of life shown by others,
    by turning the opportunities into risks,
    by bending the weakness into strength,
    by landing on the failures to achieve success,
    to prove them wrong that life isn't unfair to us, but we are not fair for our life to discover.


    - Munshra_khatoon



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    @piu_writes (8 word prompt on vast)



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    DREAM BIG

    The vast sky has a place for failures.
    ©loves_passion

  • klairingtheweb 3w

    I see her smiling through the mirror,
    I wish I could smile like she does.
    She looks so happy,
    How can she be my reflection when I'm not?
    ©k_lair