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  • entanglednerves 2w

    Sundari

    My Beloved is draped in a green saree today
    Her presence makes the earth smile and full
    The gold chain wrapped around her waist shines
    Like the morning sun, illuminating the surroundings
    Her godly gaze emanates her power, her love, her seduction
    She is my Poornima, she is my full moon, she is my Sundari.

    - Shivin
    ©entanglednerves

  • likwidsay10 3w

    So much hateful anger for today
    Nothing in life is going my way
    No matter how much you pray
    We're stuck, here's where we'll stay

    The truth can be so ugly and unkind
    You can't see the lies that make you blind
    You leave your hope and faith behind
    Hell will be the only thing that you find

    We live in a dark and primitive age
    Where guns and death are the rage
    Strange bedfellows set the stage
    Still fuckers hesitate to turn the page

    ©Likwidsay10

  • nocturnal_enigma 3w

    Letter to September ~

    Dear, September.
    You come before...
    October, November & December.
    You 4 shall be welcomed...
    like babies born in the world.
    September babies such as...
    Lee Jong-suk, Song Joong-ki. Etc.
    Plus, my EX-bf, that out of this world.
    I think, he's gone �� to other planet. ��‍��
    I imagine, there's a thick fog there.
    What a relief! So, I can enjoy my...
    life, �� without being disturbed.
    I blocked him on all SocMeds,
    just in case, if he get kicked ��
    out of it, just for existing.

    Dear, September.
    It is a month....
    that my crush will remember....
    as he put FB's cover picture...
    of his crush and her daughter,
    10 years ago, on 9th month of
    2011. I say prayers �� that he will...
    change it. But, that only happen...
    if he can change his feeling for her.
    I saw that he ignored her, recently,
    when she tagged him in a post about
    food, with her caption "Yummy." just like...
    how she ignored him, long ago, when he...
    tagged her in a post about love-shaped...
    puddle with his caption "I love it when it rain."

    © Nuruliffa Emirah
    @ nocturnal_enigma

    ~

    * 3.9.2021; 8.42 P.M (Malaysia)

    #LeeJongSuk #SongJoongKi

    #freeverse #free #verse #fog #wod #hyperbole @miraquill

    #Septemberc #September #challenge by @writersbay

    * I didn't chose the background. It automatically there. So, I just use it. (I imagine the woman as me. Looks sassy)

    * P.s: My EX-bf & my #crush are 2 different men!
    1st stanza for EX #EX0 & 2nd stanza for #AHBA

    ~

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    Letter to September ~

    (Read Caption)

  • leo_dreamboat 3w



    This
    Poem
    Will
    Find
    You!

    ©leo_dreamboat

  • nocturnal_enigma 3w

    Crazy Poet ~

    I'm a Crazy Poet.
    Insane inside.
    Busy writing poems.
    Insomniac at nights.
    Inking thoughts.
    Poignant posts. Powerful!
    Poetry madness. Poeticism!
    Picturesque words. Mental pabulum!
    Poets are like potters.
    Wounded poets's hearts...
    are like the cracks, known...
    as crazing in pottery.
    We potter about by ourselves.
    Readers heartstrings tugged by us.
    Dawdle. Lollygaging at times.
    Despite deadly deadlines.
    Doodle. LOL. Laughing at it.
    Wasting time. Lazy. Procrastinate.
    Time to kill. Non-professional.
    Imperfect writings. Can improve.
    Average vocabulary. Need to learn.
    Amusing musings by nonchalant weirdos.
    It's not easy to sharpen skill of writing.
    With efforts, wannabes becomes talented.
    What am I writing?! I told you.
    I'm a Crazy Poet! I get crazier...
    as time passes. Writer's Block...
    caused by Brain Fog. Oh, no!
    Crazy Poet?! Well...Yes, I am!

    © Nuruliffa Emirah
    @ nocturnal_enigma

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

    * 2.9.2021; 4.40 A.M (Malaysia)

    * Crazy Poet 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: #LoveFrog & #CheerfulGiraffe)

    #Crazy #Poet

    Mental Pabulum @ Food of thought = Something that should be thought about or considered carefully

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    Crazy Poet ~

    I'm a Crazy Poet.
    Insane inside. Intensity!
    Busy writing poems.
    Insomniac at nights.
    Inking thoughts, with pure intentions.
    Poignant posts. Powerful!
    Poetry madness. Poeticism!
    Picturesque words; Mental pabulum!
    Poets are like potters.
    Wounded poets's hearts...
    are like the cracks, known...
    as crazing in pottery.
    We potter about by ourselves.
    Readers heartstrings tugged by us.
    Dawdle. Lollygaging at times.
    Despite deadly deadlines.
    Doodle. LOL. Laughing at it.
    Wasting time. Lazy. Procrastinate.
    Time to kill. Non-professional.
    Imperfect writings. Can improve.
    Average vocabulary. Need to learn.
    Amusing musings by nonchalant weirdos.
    It's not easy to sharpen skill of writing.
    With efforts, wannabes becomes talented.
    What am I writing?! I told you.
    I'm a Crazy Poet! I get crazier...
    as time passes. Writer's Block...
    caused by Brain Fog. Oh, no!
    Crazy Poet?! Well...Yes, I am!

    © Nuruliffa Emirah
    @ nocturnal_enigma

  • nocturnal_enigma 3w

    * 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

  • uttkarsh_15 3w

    Void

    Make your love
    The best part of your world
    Not the Whole World
    Because when they'll leave
    You'll Regret Your Priority
    And What'll be left with you is
    Just Void !
    ©uttkarsh_15

  • _teal_ 3w

    Early morning
    The birds
    Enchanted me
    With their melody.
    Swaying
    Left and right
    In my window
    As the morning
    Breeze hit
    My face.
    I remembered
    It rained
    Last night.
    The grounds
    Are soggy
    The grass
    Is wet
    I could see
    The fog
    At a far distance
    And it won't clear
    The spirit
    Of working out
    Will though
    The weather
    Of snuggles
    Is coming back
    Ah! Summer
    Wonderful
    Time
    Come back
    For the fog
    Is not for
    Everyone.

    #wod #miraquill #free #mirakeeworld #pod #writersnetwork #fog #verse

    1st. September. 2021 day 10 of the challenge

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    Fog

    Every morning when I see a foggy sky
    I am taken back to my boarding years. Terrible times.

    ©P.
    ☆☆☆

  • keyru_b 3w

    I see the cold sun
    Hidden behind the dark clouds
    As it starts to drizzle
    My mind play's the fouls
    A cup of coffee in my hand
    And the aroma uncowls
    The feelings that were frozen
    The warmth melts them all
    The fog takes refrain
    Clearly I see the buildings tall
    Again the cold sun hides
    As the rain rules the fall !

    ©keyru_b
    #wod #pod #verse #ceesreposts @writersnetwork @miraquill #fog #free

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    Coffee

    I see the cold sun
    Hidden behind the dark clouds
    As it starts to drizzle
    ©keyru_b

  • anjaligosain 5w

    Eijaad kiye kuch sawaal humne jab unhone manga jawaab tha

    Akhir humari dastan ka har ek panna humare liye bhi sawaal tha



    ©anjaligosain

  • entanglednerves 6w

    More Than Just A Muse

    Attraction would remain a temporary element between us
    Conversations will flow and sometimes pause between us
    We'd laugh, we'd fight, we'd cherish the Day and Night
    I'd flirt, you'd blush; we'd jump every cliff with an equal adrenaline rush
    You'd be my healer when I'm in my low and remain in recluse
    But however I sketch Life, you're gonna be more than just a muse.

    - Shivin
    ©entanglednerves

  • entanglednerves 8w

    Just For The Record

    It's a magical number they'd use to conclude
    "You are almost late for most things in life"
    I still wonder why measure this beautiful journey
    When each one, with Self, has a different strife
    Amidst all noises by chaotic minds, I won't be heard
    Well, I can start afresh anytime, 36 is just for the record.

    - Shivin
    ©entanglednerves

  • queen_of_words_ashu 9w

    Every day

    Don't forget to realise, actually, how amazing you are

    ©queen_of_words_ashu

  • devilfish 9w

    Red Ribbons

    So inviting
    Enticing
    You like it
    I feel it
    See, it’s vibrant
    I’ll walk you off a cliff of reinventing the past
    I’ll be your island
    I’ll be your Midas
    I know you see me
    I’m inviting you to pull into my vibes
    And I’ll move it to you
    The feeling it struck like lightning
    Chaos and it’s violence
    They vibrant
    When we already walked and scuttled barefoot as a matter a fact
    The way they shattered you’d think we were hit by a semi in a compact
    I don’t remember exactly to a precision all the dates I’m bad at math plus my memories don’t come fast
    I’m still whip lashed by the eyelash I made a wish and I never asked to be ripped from the only things that even mattered to be burdened by life’s chaotic apathy in it’s smug shrug
    As it pulls out from me
    The rug
    My tears are filling up these pages
    These aren’t just mugs
    You fill black coffee with
    Like charcoal in stockings of Christmas
    I missed this
    But death crossed my heart out
    Like a pencil to a flimsy list
    I bleed crimson blood bliss
    I cry as I split into fragmented starlights that water rose in gardens where they were kissed by Dewey mists
    Happiness won’t ever be bliss
    If you were just here and this memory lives like It lives in me
    The same emotions that I can’t quite understand
    The same erosion the pollution of a wound they just left open
    As I was bartered by chance
    And eroded by the sand
    How much can a human life endure how much one can be capable is an evil to understand
    No man would wish to ban even the most unholy in the land
    To this dystopian romance
    Where Joanna won’t stop loving you
    A narcissistic slow dance
    We keep taking vyvanse
    Disillusionment I like it
    How the movement of your skin
    Makes me want to tell you
    To slowdown and you go fast
    I bite that
    and they keep hitting like they missed
    I kiss my cyber halo with a cold gun
    To seduce me with it’s sudden kiss
    I dance with my pain
    I sing with my pain
    I bathe with my pain
    I cycle my mind through this process stage by stage phase by phase
    Day by day
    These pills I have to take
    Or else I make bad decisions
    And I stray from my control over my past I have no debt I haven’t fully paid
    My beds are made my truth is said
    It’s no deeper than it seems
    Truth is déjà vu
    Is so weird I just can’t put my finger on it
    I don’t know honestly how I could explain
    The scars they just remain
    I’ll remain aware of my perspective
    I can’t lose it
    I can’t play
    The game
    No time to contemplate
    To revise what I have made
    These decisions in my wake
    I’m but a man
    But I can bend the moonlight and purge the world out of my veins
    As I erupt in fiery rain
    My body hurts so I rain
    My mind it runs from me
    I’m afraid in these dead bodies
    Mine start to feel that mine have hollowed out
    The same
    The dead body is me with my own face
    I’m in tune
    I’m insane
    ©devilfish

  • entanglednerves 10w

    For The Girl

    There's a voice in you
    That needs to be heard
    There's a look in your eyes
    That needs to be read
    There's a power in you
    That needs to be explored
    There's a heart in you
    That needs to be stolen
    There's so much love in you
    That needs to be felt by all.

    - Shivin
    ©entanglednerves

  • pritishvishnu 10w

    Maybe, just maybe I 'll be born again ....
    To live the same happy childhood,
    To breathe the same old places,
    To love the same stupid people,
    To travel the same confused way.
    Then, maybe, just maybe,
    I'll be the same freaking me,
    Living the same foolish dreams
    Again and again.

    ©pritishvishnu

  • mia_yham_ 10w

    Why do you have to die in front of my eyes,
    and leave me with a miserable life?

    ©mia_yham_

  • entanglednerves 12w

    That Final Dot

    Life is short
    Well, Canada is hot
    Let's find a parking lot
    And write Life's next plot
    Your Blood can clot
    My Brain can rot
    Is it complicated? It's not
    Let Love fill in that final dot

    ©entanglednerves

  • cheerfulmadwoman 12w

    Confession

    I hide fears under the mask of apathy
    will I ever learn,
    to face my demons, than play hide and seek?
    when will I learn to make
    my verses speak my conscience?

    I see, I feel the desperation each day
    of stranded thoughts, waiting
    for some warmth, to ease the pain.
    how do I sleep at nights
    when my mouth can't spell out

    My inner torment, or my privilege
    of hiding out under aloofness?
    this 'ignorance' ain't bliss when I know
    that I'm not blind, I just don't say
    what I really mean.
    ©cheerfulmadwoman

  • rudrakshkhatri 13w

    Believe

    In the battle of wit I hit hard with this toolkit
    I come with a skill set that ain't to be fooled with
    Verse stiched with words that hurts like bullet
    Birth of wicked and absurd rhymes soon as I pull it

    Lyrics of cold spirit I spit it while you stand still
    Flames that mourn your will left you in chill
    Wolf with a boon chasing supermoon dream
    Howling rhyme schemes obscene like a crime scene

    Bad choices I made thought I was going to fade
    But these skills of rap I used as a blade
    Slit my demons paved my way night and day
    Said all I had to say knew respect is hard earned
    Kept grinding every layer till my skills sharpened 

    ©ink_vincible