#touchedc

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  • nocturnal_enigma 12w

    * 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

  • ak_anjali_daydreamzz 12w

    #free #passion #love #jk #ak_pod #ak_wn_repost
    #dejavuc #touchedc #abandonartc #paintc #madnessc
    #artistlovec #lovemagicc all the prompts ^_^ #jk_bday
    I'm late, but I did it �� #ak_2_jk

    All Rights Reserved
    1 Sep 2021 6.12 pm

    | To the melody who calms the chaos
    Happy Birthday JK / this one is for you |

    Omgush POD ������ for This one ���� ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡
    Finalllyyy @miraquill I don't know how to thank you, this is a part of my purple heart ���� Thank you so much for sharing this. I'm beyond overwhelmed ���� Today is���� @writersnetwork Thank you so much ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

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    An Artist in Love

    Love is not magic but a  m a n g a t a 
    Of soul, which is 
    A potpourri of reverberating  m e l o d i e s
    A pale silhouette gleams in silver glitters
    Unbeknownst to themselves

    Amidst the stygian blues and unfolding blacks
    You are the only star that  s i n g s
    In a rhythm, melliflous to mutuals
    You've pushed yourself 
    To move, to mend, to motivate
    Make way to the skies of forlorn
    You're hope with  w i n g s 

    Mayhaps even the dawn isn't deemed
    Worthy to witness the glow 
    as you  b e g i n  to tread a path 
    Thorns awaiting to prick and pierce
    Fangs hiding behind the  f o g 
    Prying to hurt you, blurring to veil you 

    Oh but darling you're a  m o o n b o w  to mist  
    A sparkle of mirabilia, that blessed your wings
    Letting universe etch you 
    As a  d e c a l c o m a n i a  of delight
    Your aura waves to form a fogdog 
    On cloudy palettes of  p a i n t 

    You're an abandoned art of neon light 
    No time could pull curtains of  d e j a  v u
    While each moment with you 
    Is a new  h e a r t b e a t  of love

    But alas, you don't know
    How many hearts your voice has  t o u c h e d 
    If only you could count the drops in an ocean
    To eternize the hourglass of  your  t i m e 
    If only the madness could retract itself
    To become the melody unearthed
    If only the noices could nullify
    To raise the  e u p h o r i a  of calm

    If only this dowie doldrums could cease 
    I'd hope to soak a gleam of your love 
    To enwrap my  p a s s i o n 

    An art that has neither rhyme nor rhythm 
    Only love and love to  g l o w 

    ©ak_anjali_daydreamzz

  • wilmaneels1 13w

    Ain't it weird
    That the only time she reacted is when she was touched
    Maybe words were nothing to her
    Maybe she wanted to be touched in other ways
    Words were unnecessary
    Maybe actions were the deal breaker

    Try that, they said
    Maybe he listened
    ©wilmaneels1
    © 31082021

  • bonitasarahbabu 13w

    The kindness in the eyes of the woman,
    It drew many towards her.
    Her smile, it had a way of lighting up a room,
    She was always seen helping others.
    I was one of the people she helped,
    Her kind heart, it touched my soul.
    Always encouraging and loving,
    I wish I could have stayed in her presence longer.
    The Blessed Virgin Mother is within her,
    I constantly felt her when I was with the woman.
    The Lord truly blessed this woman,
    And for her, I shall constantly pray.
    ©bonitasarahbabu
    08/31/2021

  • lucy08 13w

    Willows

    My wistful words are weeping willows
    tarrying tenderly for the ticklish touch
    of fonder from my frolic flurry flows.


    @miraquill @writersnetwork @writersbay #touchc #touchedc #alliteration #wod #ceesreposts

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    Willows

    My wistful words are weeping willows
    tarrying tenderly for the ticklish touch
    of fonder from my frolic flurry flows.
    ©lucy08

  • miss_silentlyweird 13w

    Love is not magic,
    A three words spell “I love you" in attic,
    Cannot save me from a curse called “tragic"
    Because sometimes I still drown in pelagic,

    The heart like wildflower,
    Slowly withers with petals cower,
    Natsukashii to fragrance of broken poems,
    Watered by the tears blossom,

    Touched by bee nectar with negativity intact,
    The thoughts garden is now paint in black

    // To all I love: Sometimes I do hate you
    Yet I just can't hate you //

    #sijo #miraquill #wod
    #memorypeomc #lovemagicc
    #abandonart #touchedc
    #heartflowerc #paintc
    @writersbay

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    Pen, paper, music, and bed are my friends.
    With them— I lie my abandoned (he)art and soul,
    Temporarily, it lullabies me to escape death of life.

    ©miss_silentlyweird

  • the_lost_melody 13w

    sehnsucht - (n.) a wistful longing or indescribable yearning in the heart for we know not what

    #touchedc #pod

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    sehnsucht

    I drunk in morning sunrises and musings perched upon their eyelids
    laughters mingled with sparkling champagne ran to the bridges of your glasses 'til the tremor of my fingertips
    the pain of existence dwelled in the empty spaces between your collarbone, linked to the escaping sighs from your parched lips
    the tulips withered and welted under the scorching heat,
    postcards were left unattended on an unlit porch
    It was the cold November night
    wherein the city lights dimmed
    the skies were the colour of your ebony curls instead of celestial blue, which you usually preferred
    I couldn't recall you in perfections
    so I chased a mirage of you
    down the memory lanes
    high up in the flames of desire I went
    I traced the edges of your ruby stone ring
    and I could remember in perfections
    you and the world that I witnessed through your perceptions
    I'm living Lila
    after you
    breathed your last shine
    I'm smiling Lila
    after you
    touched
    every part of my being
    / in your love I exist, through your love I'm set free /

    -melody-

  • iam_ssk 13w

    "The Day You Traced My Face With
    That Lingering Touch Of
    Your Fingers,
    I Knew
    For My Heart Is Going To Betray Me And Learn To Play On Your Tunes."

    ©_

  • shadowofthoughts_ 13w

    Never could I touch the winds,
    the way they touched me
    in the rain and storms.

    Never did I emphasize love
    the way I spelt the hate.

    ©shadowofthoughts_

  • pallavi4 13w

    Touched

    I was in the kitchen putting away the grocery
    When I heard him in come through the main door
    The sound of the heels on his shoes made me cringe
    Like everyday, as he walked on the wooden floor

    Wordlessly he bounded up the stairs
    It had been several weeks since we last spoken
    The final nail in the coffin had been when
    My favourite painting in a fit of rage he’d broken

    Everything now about him seemed to get on my nerves
    I didn’t think I could make this last much longer
    To stand his perky, overly hyper mannerisms
    I suspected he’d require someone much stronger

    I’m not sure when it happened exactly
    But I couldn’t be around him anymore
    He would chew his food noisily and make
    Gurgling noises when tea he would pour

    His lack of empathy and his sarcasm that he
    Thought made him the smartest one in the room
    Would make me want to strangle him slowly
    Painfully beat him to a pulp with my broom

    It was safe to say that I was done with him
    Only two options in front of me now lay
    Either I could grin, bear and put up with him
    Or find a way out to flee and from him get away

    I stood holding the chef’s knife from the counter
    After a while I stealthily made my way up the stairs
    We lived in the country, deep in the woods
    I was sure no one would hear a thing from there

    He was asleep upstairs quite soundly
    When I creaked open the bedroom door
    I crept inside like a seasoned thief and quietly
    Slit his throat, spilled his guts on the floor

    I stood over his unmoving form like an amazon
    Feeling relief, freedom and a sense of pride
    I’d managed to assuage my anger from the fights
    Made myself again feel alive inside

    The sight of his blood oozing made me feel
    Strangely and amusingly intrigued
    I wouldn’t have ever imagined a door mouse like me
    Would feel so elated instead of remorseful fatigue

    Someone suddenly touched my shoulder
    And I jolted from what had been a daydream
    He apologised and hugged a very nervous me
    While I sat like a unfeeling rock stifled a scream

    I’d begun to fantasise in the summer heat
    While waiting for him to go upstairs
    In my head I’d attained the awaited emancipation
    And become irritated when oblivious to reality I was caught unaware

    @pallavi4

    31st of August, 2021

    Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner- Bloody Fingers by Dark Mood Art

    #touchedc #stories_in_poems #stories #murder #death #revenge #killing #spouse #writersbay @writersbay @writersnetwork #writerstolli #miraquill #MirakeeWorld #writersnetwork #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @miraquill

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  • angels_halo_shines 13w

    Way it is

    People come, people go.
    I have have accepted that is the way it is. Some have taken my heart & broke it in a million pieces. Some left me asking what did I do wrong? Each one of them touching my heart in a certain way. I suppose we were supposed to meet on this journey. This lifetime. Maybe for future communication. I don’t even know. Seemingly restless detrimental effects that has on a person. I see uncaring response in return. That’s why I choose wisely. And that does not seem to do any good. I suppose just move on. Move on like I’m unbothered. What a lesson to be learned. Just don’t reach out to anyone. Even when my intuition says otherwise. Although they touched me, the lit the torch to burn everything as they leave. Goodbye 👋 farewell.
    ©angels_halo_shines

  • snehalv 13w

    Try not to be an impediment
    but be an aid touching lives
    & lead with magnanimity
    ©snehalv

  • lazybongness 13w

    #alliteration #touchedc @miraquill
    Thank you for the kind repost ❤️�� @writersnetwork
    Thank you for the ❤️ @writersbay

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    Midnight memories weaved magic
    Inspired by minty melody of moonlight.
    Maple leaves kept on the mirror side
    To miss maniacal madness longing
    with tangible thoughts on a bright night.

    Mused by moon i touched time of true love,
    trying to soothe the tangerine tantrum of tenacious soul.
    Crisping crackle of fire on heart will tame.
    Eventually threating throngs of melancholic memories will stop.

    ©lazybongness

  • bohemian_ballerina 13w

    Scintillating similes scramble to a soigné sojourn
    Taking refuge in my restless red ink,
    Which wishes to wander to wilful places
    And as I stop suddenly, to search for salvation
    Tantalizing tears of hope flow as I'm truly touched with its touch.

    ©bohemian_ballerina

  • writersbay 13w

    Word of the day: Touched

    Tag and share with #touchedc

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    I was never really insane
    except on occasions
    where my heart was touched.

    – Edgar Allan Poe

  • sumana_chakraborty 13w

    She bedecked her life
    with the poetries of her longings
    And now her alluring autumn arrived
    with soothing sparkling song
    with foliage dangling from emerald green bough
    Some in brown specks of gold
    some in greenish tone galore
    Night unfolding in climes of lone musical glow
    Stars led her to haven of luminous lexicons
    Zephyr knows how to touch her serene soul
    How to swing in the temple of her hugging hair more and more
    Somewhere squeaking cricket trusting the dearest dark
    And mistique beauty melting Mississippi of myriad mourn
    Where wounds are exposed but faults are not.
    ©sumana_chakraborty