#romanticizec

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  • nocturnal_enigma 43w

    * 2.9.2021; 2.29 A.M (Malaysia)

    * For: My #crush �� #AHBA ~

    Love ❤️ Frog �� ~

    I'm a Love Frog.
    Hopeless romantic.
    A true-love seeker.
    'Jumped' to ex-crushes.
    Now, only one crush.
    Which is you, my dear.
    You're my sweetheart.
    I flog about love.
    I romanticize...
    through my poems...
    and songs. You, my muse,
    who touched my heart, then,
    broke it, must unbreak...
    it! Thick fog has been...
    cleared. This time, I can...
    see you clearly, not blurly.
    When I dreamt of you...
    again, I felt a sense of...
    Dejavu! It seems like...
    reality. But, as I woke up...
    and realise it was such...
    a sweet dream, it look..
    like a thick fog that....
    has been cleared.
    I wait for true-love.
    Full bloom romance.
    Fullfilled fairy-tale.
    Love ❤️ Frog ��? I am.

    © Nuruliffa Emirah
    @ nocturnal_enigma

    ~

    #ConcretePoetry (A person standing) #wod
    @miraquill #NuEmConcrete

    Flog = Promote or talk about (something) repetitively or at excessive length.

    * #LoveFrog is 1 of Jeon So Min's nicknames. (1 of my favourite members of #RunningMan. My mama like her too. Maybe, because she remind her of me? LOL. See my other posts: Crazy Poet & #CheerfulGiraffe )

    2 meanings of 'thick fog that has been cleared':

    * My crush's face was clearly shown, in my dream this time, instead of blurred a bit, in my previous dreams.

    * The sweet dream is like a thick fog. It cleared when I woke up. So, I'm back to reality.

    * #FreeVerse #Free #Verse #challenge using the word #Fog @miraquill #wod

    * #Romanticizec #Touchedc #Dejavuc #challenges @writersbay #touched #DejaVu

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    Love Frog ~

    I'm a Love ❤️ Frog.
    Hopeless romantic.
    A true-love seeker.
    'Jumped' to ex-crushes.
    Now, only one crush.
    Which is you, my dear.
    You're my sweetheart.
    I flog about love.
    I romanticize...
    through my poems...
    and songs. You, my muse,
    who touched my heart, then,
    broke it, must unbreak...
    it! Thick fog has been...
    cleared. This time, I can...
    see you clearly, not blurly.
    When I dreamt of you...
    again, I felt a sense of...
    Dejavu! It seems like...
    reality. But, as I woke up...
    and realise it was such...
    a sweet dream, it look..
    like a thick fog that....
    has been cleared.
    I wait for true-love.
    Full bloom romance.
    Fullfilled fairy-tale.
    Love ❤️ Frog ? I am.

    © Nuruliffa Emirah
    @ nocturnal_enigma

  • _mathematics 44w

    Champagne spread over the rug hiding the bloodstains in its hue with an odour that spill all truths of segregation one by one as they are parts of the maze, with a visible reach of invisible scars.

    As long as I could learn the fault rather I fell for more deceits that put me behind bars of the walls, I called the room.

    The Dreamer, believing fantasies I have withstood.
    The Dreamer, do I even look like one?
    The Dreamer, half-dead during midnight.
    ~ the caption I mixed up with the sketchy fantasies.


    The fan on the ceiling alarms every day as the bed shifted to its neighbour, the surfaces are far away as much as she. I attempt to reach there but the invisible hopes deteriorate the destiny collecting numerous wishes.

    I sometimes make situations appear confusing to hide what I wanted to confess.
    Does this make me mentally unstable? Maybe little scared to say what I learnt in the recent past times when patterns over curtains in the drawing-room were satisfying as art and now a threaded view of parts nowhere linked to each other.

    This my madness in books or thirst in cry yearning bright stars at night of the full moon with you by my side even it's six feet apart or more than that still you by my side.

    An artist in love or sailor in the mid of dead life, throbbing within its corpse parted in varied speeches some reported to her way and some indirectly plunged to the clogged blood dripping into the pipe connected to the hand, tried to escape the ink of words with hefty unconditional rules of pain teasing love.

    #madnessc #aslongas #dreamerc #artistlovec #reasonc
    #romanticizec #anaphora #nightc

    @writersbay

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    TO-LET you know
    the title is NO-MORE


    diversions oddly
    getting soaked under the shed
    built with ironies
    defining ruined letters
    floating inside the ocean

    with the unknown gulf
    held by the anxiety
    separated from
    the self-love jailed within folds
    masked ink longing from past
    ©_mathematics

  • bubbly_bluebells 45w

    I love romancing
    with colorful candles
    and adoring its burning blame
    starring shamelessly
    Relying on its warmth
    Like moth yellows
    ©bubbly_bluebells

  • rupestral_flower 45w

    Everything is good luck
    When you are a lightworker
    Cause your job is to transmute
    Darkness into light
    Through sword of willpower
    and fight like a true warrior
    There is nothing to fear
    From darkness,its romanticizing!
    Because in the city of caligo
    You are that scintilla!
    ©rupestral_flower

  • _astitva_ 45w

    Twitching tapestries in tangerine twilight
    Trill treacely tanakas of tempting tonight

    ©_astitva_

  • ira_neer 45w

    #writersbay #mirakee #pod #writersnetwork #romanticizec

    ��THANK YOU @miraquill @writersnetwork for the EC. TRULY ELATED BEYOND WORDS. ��

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    The romance of socks

    (A lovely conversation between a pair of socks named DEAR and LOVE)

    Dear ! Remember the day we first met ?
    My love ! Why do you ask ?

    Dear ! It's our first pairing anniversary today. I can recall the day we first met .
    We got paired unknown to each other
    Like an arranged marriage, by our creators
    No rituals or vows were taken to be together

    We embarked upon our journey sliding into a soft blanket of transparent plastic, tucked into the bed of Blue Nike cardboard box along with many more newly wed pairs.

    You saw me and whispered - Hi !
    I blushed and said - Hello !
    We both fell in love instantly. It was love at first sight. We were very much alike in every way.

    Our makers then bid us farewell to a predetermined Walmart mall resort. We were driven in a trolley and then accommodated at an accessories section of the apparel wing of the shopping mall resort.

    Our friends were picked up by new owners and we happily wished them good luck as we bid them goodbye.
    We snuggled as a couple and found comfort in each other's presence while having apprehensions about our future during our stay at the mall resort.

    One day, I asked you when we we left alone as all others sock couples were picked and owned from the mall resort -
    Dear ! Will this Nike box be our permanent home ?
    And you said - My love ! I don't know. I do know, that come what may, we socks once paired are destined to be together. We belong to the species that come in pairs, work in pairs and become useless without our partners.

    My love - "I would cease to exist without you. The day we are separated is the day we die. Our body might exist but our soul would perish.

    Our primary purpose is to adorn the feet while providing them warmth and comfort. Feet come in pairs. Hence, we socks are inseparable. I'm sure if something happens to one of us - if one of us is lost or torn the other one of us will be discarded too. Without our primary purpose for the feet, we are just a body without a soul even if we are used for some other purpose separately".

    Dear ! You always knew well how to calm my nerves.

    And then one day, we were picked and owned. Thanks to our good fate, our owner turned out to be a rich and well groomed man and a traveller. Along with him we have travelled to some exquisite places in the world, sniffed at some excellent leathers and bathed in softest aromatic detergents. We have swam in the gentlest jacuzzi settings of the washing machine according to the seasons. We have rested in loving embrace in the coziest and cleanest almirahs at home and at hotels. Who would have thought that our wait in the blue nike box was worth the luck we are having now.

    My love ! Should I tell you what's my favourite time ?

    Dear ! I see a naughty glint in your eyes. What is it ?

    My love ! My favourite time is when our owner folds and tucks us together by placing us one upon another, then rolling us up and then tucking us up into a ball by pulling up one of our ribbed cuffs. That is when we're closest to each other in a tight hug.

    The sock blushes and says - Dear ! I wonder why he does that fold.

    My love ! He does that fold only when he's travelling. He requires to save space while packing his suitcase and folding socks and some other garments into the smallest ball folds saves space. That way he is able to pack a lot within the suitcase without making it bulge. It's been a while since he travelled and I hugged you tight. Don't you think so my love ?

    Dear ! You've become bolder and naughtier over the years.
    Hushhhh ! I can hear the owner coming. Act like an inanimate object.

    Ok my love ! (Fly's a kiss towards Love) Your wish is my command.

    (Both DEAR and LOVE act like inanimate objects)

    ©ira_neer
    19 August 2021

  • ak_anjali_daydreamzz 45w

    #romanticizec ? trial ^_^

    All Rights Reserved
    18 Aug 2021 9.30 pm

    // Aftermath of pain is a choice, not given //

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    ~ Pain ~

    Some dewdrops slowly fade into oblivion
    And saffron stains adorn gold wheat skin 
    Some sonnets weep in the sunshade corner
    And dulcet deathnotes replace diary entries
    Pink eyed glory of pain bloomed pale face 
    Smudged kohl and sorrowful drooping buds
    Tragic tears, always addressed as beauty 
    Forlorn fears, often described as dainty
    Melancholic moonlight sonata romantic
    Scars on pearly skin as adorned stars
    Wounds are hurting hyacinth purples

    And they say in a loop, " if not for the pain, 
    Virtues, humble, kindness, how'd you gain ? 

    Pain is glorious, painstakingly so, in epics
    Pain is glorious, dramatically so, in poesy

    // Cease to seal those heartaches as saints
       For it's the soul that chooses hues to paint //

    ©ak_anjali_daydreamzz

  • inked_selenophile 45w

    Samjh rahe ho ��
    #romanticizec

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    The blush in your eyes makes my cheeks red!
    ©inked_selenophile

  • shru_pens 45w

    Eyesights met
    Hands collided
    Met each other
    Chatted for hours
    Sacrificed own likes for his likings
    Cared and loved each other

    Went to his college secretly
    Played hide n seek behind his class
    Throwed foils at him
    He bunked his classes
    To have some coffee time together
    Glanced at the coffee together for each other's shadow
    And all it existed was a pure love, we believed

    //Few years later//

    Convinced each other's parent's for the next step and in a week, we were to be engaged. Everything was passing by smoothly and finally, the day came. Both of us were much too excited until I got the biggest shock of my life//

    Went temple with parents
    Happy were we
    Excited too was he on call
    Time passed by
    I was waiting eagerly
    He didn't reach
    Tensed was me
    Thought I , was he troubled
    I called him
    No response came
    Entire morning passed by
    Temple was to be closed
    Shocked was I
    When a thunder struck my eyes

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    When I saw him
    Approaching me
    Beside him was a shadow
    I guessed what
    He married her....
    I was mentally dead by then..
    Was it a dream
    Or a nightmare
    Or a sweet lie
    Or a sad reality...
    My feet pushed me behind
    Back to my resident
    In my room with
    Shallow light curtains laughing at me
    Which teased me for such a stupid thought
    That first love is always a true love
    Utter silence beeped behind those curtains with a salty drop which solidified into ice...

    ###first love is not always a true love###
    ©shruti_25904

  • antarraal 45w

    Its hundreds teeth never clamours to bite,
    with motherly warmth and sisterly naughtiness,
    untangles the wayward tress, day after day.
    Long, short, wavy or curly,
    without any discrimination, it loves them all.
    Gets wrapped in nasty oils or victim of dust, sweat and grime,
    the simple comb is a companion till all hair falls.


    ©antarraal

  • puchka 45w

    Weeping willows looked
    doubled up in pain,
    Beseeching the river to
    wash away
    Sins of vain
    Hefty burden carried
    packed in their leaves
    and trunks
    weighed down
    in shame
    ©puchka

  • aleesa 45w

    I will die on some July afternoon
    underneath the summer sky
    with fluffy clouds scattered everywhere
    The zephyr will be teasing
    drooping branches of a lofty pine tree
    and birds will chirp melodies
    celebrating the best life ever lived
    and I'll be buried in the brown soil
    with hue like the tanned dead skin of mine
    The sky will shine brightest that night
    and everybody will believe in outer space
    I will be buried beneath lush green grass
    and lavenders will surround my eternal home,
    A place from where I'll forever have
    The best view of a dying summer sky
    To tell me that I'm finally free

    •Aleesa Khan
    August 18'21

    @writersnetwork @miraquill #pod #romanticizec

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  • bhawna__ 45w

    मुलाकात ।

    इस शायराना मिज़ाज में मुलाकात कुछ बेमतलबी है,
    छोटे-छोटे कदम ही तो तेरी चाहत को समेटे है इतमिनान से।।

    पहली मुलाकात जान-पहचान वाली थी, और सुकून वाली ।
    अनजान दूसरी थी और सवालों से भरी और बेपरवाही बेचैनी भरी।।

    आख़िरी मुलाक़ात का खयाल सबसे खूबसूरत होता है,
    और बची बाकी की मुलाकातें, वो सब तो खवाबों की धुन में बनावटी मिट्टी सी है ।।

    हर रोज मुलाकात होती है, बस तबियत थोड़ी खराब रहती है ।
    मरहम जैसे मुलाकातों के पन्नों में स्याही तुम्हारे कदमों जैसे सब जवाबों को पनाह दे देतीं है ।।

    एक मुलाकात चाय वाली और एक वक्त वाली,
    सब मुलाकातों में वक्त बदनाम था बेचारा।
    और फिर बेचारा बोलकर खुद को महान,
    मुलाकात उदास थी पर वो बिना गिने सबसे खास थी ।।
    ©bhawna__

  • sukanya97 45w

    I saw the thorns
    on the road
    and all those red flags
    that I ignored,
    lead me to this river
    whose waves
    gave me fears.
    I swirl, I roll
    on it's bay
    and yes I already know
    that I am gonna
    drown one day.

    ©sukanya97

  • girlywriter 45w

    Context: far in the future rain stops for a while, and this talk is between the rain and his soul mate 'the soil'. Read this melancholic talk of soil to the rain.

    Inscruplously I have been waiting
    To rejenuvate my soul.
    Now that it's been long,
    since you approached me.
    Where have you gone,
    Living me here.

    Gone were the days!
    when you visited;
    when we were in conjuction;
    The interval between us;
    even for a small time,
    dried me up.

    The time we met,
    You came in as drops,
    nudged me with ease:
    and then we danced,
    with all our energy.

    It's prolonged,
    I'm no more feeling alive,
    I'm in my death bed,
    a small touch of you
    would bring me back.

    Where are you,
    My soulmate,
    Come,
    Embrace,
    Me,
    With love.

    #rain #soil #future #miraquili #writersnetwork #writersbay #romanticizec
    @miraquili @writersnetwork @writersbay

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    Where are you,
    My soulmate,
    Come,
    Embrace,
    Me,
    With love.
    ©girlywriter

  • writersbay 45w

    It's often said that poets and writers romanticize things. They romanticize the pain, the heartbreaks, the sufferings, the trivial details about this universe. The way the sky changes its colors, the way people cry for their first love. Everything.

    Today write about something very insignificant and romanticize it. Be creative. Let your art flow!

    Tag and share with #romanticizec

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    #romanticizec

  • beleza_ 46w

    If I touch every pain in your heart
    without saying anything
    So how much you can drown in my heart
    without seeing my eyes
    ©beleza_

  • shadowofthoughts_ 91w

    Even if the world burns you can fly on scorched wings.

    #writersnetwork #realisations #romanticizec

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    You may not recognize it at first,
    but if you are careful,
    You would notice that
    the fun in your life could be chipped away little by little.
    The dangerous times call for responsible behavior,
    and the beautiful times for silence,
    Nothing is easy
    And not everyone is lucky
    So make sure to keep a tight grip on the things that give your life passion and purpose.

    ©shadowofthoughts_