He is the oak tree
Massive Bold and Strong
Yet looking onto a brimming horizon
to the aquamarine infused skies,
The ever branching oak with ever
Leaning limb spread out
Among the Earth's inhabitants
And creatures
He touches each one of us
His poetries implant
delicate roses and wild thorns
Is nectar to the buzzing bees
Drinking deep into the tree roots
Of our inner selves
#roses
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EASED
He was so eased to love,
Passionately pulled off chairs of convo
The sweet little things of gestures
Pulled me to love him over again,
He touched breeze just like a candle in dark,
He pulled me in like a beautiful rose,
Told me,
I was eased to love him again,
Memorable touch of our memories
Still paints over my mind,
Rejuvenated my soul into feathers
And told me
I was eased to love him
Yet, he never knew
It was his love keeping me safe
To round measures of my heart,
I still paint his name over my heart.
©hiral_here_14 -
Bloody rose
You deserved roses,
But I gave a stem
Full of thorns.
Stinging you with thorns
For so long that you
Have turned into a
BEAUTIFUL
BLOODY ENCHANTED ROSE OF PAIN.
©dollywriteupsss -
taytay_nicole424 1w
Oh love how you can be a cruel mistress
Are you secretly in league with the bringer of death
Did you both conspire to kill not one's heart but one's soul as well
To completely shatter one down into nothing more than fragments scattered about this merciless ground
Are your roses nothing more than weapons
Arrows dripping of poison in disguise
Poised and aimed at the chest
Waiting in wait for its prey
Tell me what led you to be this way
What caused you to sell your halo in exchange for horns
Was it your own misery, your own mourns
Derived from a cheating prince charming
That promised you a ring and fairytale dress
Oh love tell me what made you into a cruel mistress
#darkcupid #cruelmistress #cruellove #bringerofdeath #dark #deep #love #falsefairytale #arrows #roses #thorns #mirakee #poet #poetry #poem #writer #writersnetworkDark Cupid
Are your roses nothing more than weapons
Arrows dripping of poison in disguise
Poised and aimed at the chest
Waiting in wait for its prey
©taytay_nicole424 -
ROSES
A Rose can say;
I miss you and wish you were here with me,
I'm sorry if I've hurt you in any way,
I hope get well soon, May God bless you today
I wish you the best for you each day
I LOVE YOU
©aeslaxy -
Roses and Thorns
Never went in the search of Roses
Yet found too many Thorns
©ensymi -
Blood
Covered Thorns
And Fragrant Roses
Mask The Ugly Stench Of
Death .
©author_san520 -
If nothing goes wrong then
Something is not right...
©wavering_soul -
srikys 5w
Whenever I miss you....!
#mirakee #love #magic #mirkaeewords #mirakeewriters #hug #pillow #feel #roses #red #violet #pillowlove @mirakee @writersnetwork @writerstolliRoses are red and violets are blue,
I hug my pillow and feel for you....
©srikys -
wavering_soul 6w
Lend me some roses
To wipe off my blood
As everytime I choose
All petals would shed
Droopy eyes waiting
For every bloom
Never been good ending
As air filled was gloom
Trials that failed
Are marked behind
Not going to heal
As scars will remind
It's my garden of dreams
Every seed that is born
With the pain of scream
All I leftover with , nothing but thorns
So Magic is myth
That saved hope from dying
There came a wreath
Finally it is worth crying...
©wavering_soul
@mirakee @writersnetwork #mirakee#love #roses
#dreamsBed of roses
©wavering_soul -
He would rip my heart
and fill the breakage
with roses through his
crescent moon
smile
And after years now,
I see him smiling
with a painful heart
and covering
it off from the people,
pulling out the lethal
thorns from his soul
one after another.
~WWW | HIS SMILE! -
yashvibansal 9w
You tell me that you aren't good for me
That you are broken pieces.
But what if I told you that I have always loved mosaics more than vases?
You tell me you aren't good for me,
That you are a wall.
But darling, what if I whispered in your ear that I have always loved wallflowers more than roses?
You tell me you aren't good for me
Because you are a Monday to my Sunday.
But what if I admitted that if I find rest relaxing, I find work reviving?
Cause darling, you are life, in love with death, in love with me, and you try to make me love him too, just so that he can be happy.
But you see, I love you.
COPYRIGHT YASHVI BANSAL
29 December 2020
#you #me #love #soul #sprituality #loveNpeace #musings #thoughts #pod@mirakee #daily #challenge #chal #imagination #destruction #whirlpool #emotions #crescent #broken #pain #beautiful #life #death #die #gold #darling #work #rest #fallen #Monday #Sunday #rose #roses #wallflower #wallflowers #mosaics #vases #purple #valentine
#free #wod
I figured I'd add my contribution to Valentine's Week.
Image credit to the rightful owner. I picked it up from Google.You Tell Me...
Cause I have always loved mosaics more than vases...
(Read Caption)
©yashvibansal -
the_world_is_unknown 10w
BLACK ROSES!
Chapped and lost in the minds of a forlorn soul. Crispy memories being crushed like the petals. Few red pop outs from the mellow background of a crimson heart. Crystal display that pricks the eyes and imparts an aroma of memories, long forgotten.
The smell of burnt forests that smudge it's existence on the forlorn paths. The clouds of venus that mark their existence, blurring few and causing a fervent burn of petals.
Roots going down, reaching the depths full of humus. The soil in touch gets the onyx shade that it never longed for.
The bud that lies deep inside is quite, letting the unwanted leaves to get in touch with red parts of the petal. Light of day and night has no difference on it as it lies inside with a hope to bloom and let its surface to feel the soothing touch of the warm winds of the vulnerable forests.
There's someone who nourishes the roses and keeps the barks young and keeps the canopies wide open to let some light of night come and leave an enduring burn on the petals.
The person is unfortunate to not get the felicity of burning. He lies wondering now. Wondering forever on the branches of hemlock tree and letting the poison within to go down in the earth full of sin.
~the_world_is_unknown (Udita)
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I don't know whether it gives any meaning to you or not but I have just described the pic in the post with a meaning.
I don't write much deep I try to keep it submerged...
I enjoyed to write this coz I like roses from a poet's view ...
I wrote being tension free after a long ...
It's soo good to be back .
I cannot guarantee whether I will post everyday or not but I will be reading all the posts of my dear friends who kept missing and wishing me luck for my exams... I love you all ..
And I love @mirakee .. a place where I can take out some time and write my heart out
@writersnetwork @writersbay
@the_frozenn_heart I missed you
@fronwitchpen thank you for your constant wishes
#promise to keep writing
#nowhere #writersbay #mirakee #wod #pod #roses #lovec #ceesreposts #endcBlack roses
A soul that nourishes them,
Sets fire on it.
And now he wonders on a hemlock tree,
Letting the poison within
To mix with the earth full of sins!
©the_world_is_unknown(Udita) -
Wuthering Heights!
If all else perished! and she remained, I should still continue to be. If all else remained and she was annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger, I should not seem a part to it.
"May you not rest as long as I am living. You said I killed you--haunt me! then. The murdered do haunt their murderers. I believe - I know that ghosts have wandered the earth. Be with me always--take any form--drive me mad. Only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! It is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!"
EMILY BRONTË -
Love of petals, the sun, the moon, the mountains; now i have made my home at your feet, your stars, my birds, your waves, the waves all my days, your eyes on my lovely face; love, come, love, and stand beside me on the broad plain.I love you so much, and love so well that i give to you nothing of your kind. love is nothing but love, i confess. love of yours is nothing but love;
Roses falls down, the sun is gone, the air is stale. this is the house. this is the car. this is the house all the people who have moved here have lived here for a while now.Under a tree the birds sing, the roses grow rich, the trees sit up. the grass grows thick, the animals lean forward, their fur raised, the birds grow rich. the flowers bear fruit, the animals lean backward, their fur raised, the birds grow rich.
©nityashree1 -
ROSES OF TRUE LOVE NEVER DWINDLE.
The roses that he offered to earn her heart and love,
blushing red petals to express his pure feelings as white as a dove,
she fell for him not, unfortunately got lowered in her final bed
and he still convinces by keeping her grave afresh offering the petals, white and red.
©reshma_kausar_mohideen -
In the world..
The roses that grow..
Never reach..
The hand of lovers..
But just the skin of graves..
©surjinder -
thakuraain 10w
आज गुलाब की लालसा नहीं है।
इस पूरे हफ़्ते किसी तरह की उम्मीद किसी से भी नहीं है।
सिवाए खुद के।
खुद से एक वादा लेना है,
एक सौदा करना है आज,
ज़िन्दगी भर का।
की क्यारियों में फूल खिलते रहे,
की मौसमी धूप उन्हें मिलती रहे,
और मेरे दिल को भी।
की रंगीन गुलिस्तां आबाद रहे,
की पंखुड़ियां बेवजह बिखरे नहीं,
और मैं भी।
©thakuraain -
Roses
Why do we like roses?
After a point, it loses its fragrance,
Loses its beauty,
Wilts and dries,
Petal by petal, it falls apart,
Then tell me,
Why do we like roses?
©ayushi_m_writes -
sujatahansda 10w
Bloom to be Renowned
Just like the Roses.....
// Happy Rose Day //
©sujatahansda