#wov7

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  • penguin_series 24w

    Exhale deeper
    Pasttimes from the place
    I had tried to understood life
    Were not alive nooks of shoulders
    Only empty sheer boulders of distant
    Turn the page,shed dumbfound canvas
    Carve your name in every wall & find light
    Gleaming to tie up knots with upclimbers
    Tide high to wash away madness covered
    Locks of underrated braingames played
    In the childhood
    To win over theories
    Cause you loved
    Crafting not settling
    Under the umbrella
    When it rains,fond
    Water harvesting
    Technique,nature
    expansion craze
    ©bubbly_bluebells

  • nivey14 24w

    @miraquill @writersnetwork
    #wov7 #art #concrete #niv_concrete

    @writersnetwork Thanks you so much for the read and ❤

    My concrete is of quarter half of a sun bestowing it's light over the tree below..!
    Sorry for this lame, I just modified a draft written back in last year. ����
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    I heard someone calling me ��
    Loud, isn't it an useless tree. ��
    On spring day to give thee ��
    Of none a fruit I bear on me. ��
    just few yellow leaves fall ��
    For the soul within you ��
    to crawl. But why you ��
    still look all round ��
    Yet searching for ��
    the garden ��
    -town. ��
    ��
    �� ��

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    Don' t you come here for shade ;
    On sunny days for sun you hate.
    So,next time too will you still.....
    Disagree and say.......................
    Isn't it the useless tree...?? ........

    ©nivey14 | June 20, 2021

  • santor_674 24w

    On the summer eve ,the sun blazed down over my desk,
    I squinted to look up to the clock and realised that
    I slept for long hours. Devoid of hopes,
    I rambled towards my petite garden,
    in search of newly blossomed florals.
    My eyes locked themselves , on the
    Alluring petals of salmon shaded - Dahlia.
    Months of await, resulted on the unexpected blossom of this elegant flora. Brushing it's ring shaped petals I revealed about its poise and graceful contour along with me , cluster of oak trees waver
    In together. Elated was I to witness the wilted garden
    Turning into vivid shades of heavenly meadow
    Upon the arrival of
    D
    A
    H
    L
    I
    A
    #wov7
    Tried my best to bring it out as flower��
    @santor_674
    Ps: Dahlia is flower blooming in summer and it symbolises elegance and grace ; it can have many other meanings too.

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    UNEXPECTED BLOSSOM

  • rusha_c 24w

    I tried to match the silhouette of a bird. ��

    #wov7

    Thank you @writersbay for "week of verses". It really pushed me hard to try and learn something new.

    Edit: Thank you WB for the kind repost . ��

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  • stardust_writes 24w

    Okay, I started off wanting to depict a drop of water, but ended up with a weirdo shape. Please bare with this. It looked easy, but took hell of a time. Thank you writersbay, loved this week's challenges ❤️

    #wov7 #writersbay @writersbay




    Over
    the sea
    amidst the
    coconut trees,
    will be the place
    where I'll find peace.
    Waves whisper sweet
    nothings to my ears, they
    sweep away my worries like
    washed footprints crawling their
    way back to the sea. I think that is
    why the sea waters taste salty, they
    gather my salty tears everytime I weep
    in silence.Splendid sunrise greets me in
    the morning and serene sunsets embrace
    me in the evening,this is where my mornings
    and nights belong.Sea is my abode,my heart
    and soul resides there, I want a resting place
    by the sea so that it never misses me when I
    die.I want to feel the wind and say hello to
    the seagulls, wish I could glide like them,
    scaling heights so confidently. I want to
    run barefoot through the sand and
    build castles like kids,now I am a
    hapless adult, singing sad song
    to the sea.I want to swim over
    the waves, let the sea cradle
    me and sing soulful lullaby
    to my tired heart.Oh blue
    sea, please accept me,
    let me drown in your
    savouring solitude,
    I will die in peace,
    hugging your
    immortal
    waters.



    ©shobana_suresh

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  • consequences 24w

    -- If you couldn't recognize, it is a beetle.
    -- The poem is about a beetle which has lost its self, and is telling to the ones who destroyed it, that they will die someday too. Mother earth will destroy everyone who destroy her

    @writersbay #wov7 #art

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    My life and your greed

                     /
    __               __/
                /
    You are
    a mere mortal
    who snatched away
    my dear existence
    which sensed nothing
    but surviving in silence. I
    ¯¯ stayed on surfaces, respiring /¯¯
    pinches of hope looking through /
    < my diaphanous feathers which had >
    colossal dreams of beaming flights;
    and you stood there grasping sinister
    scissors and hollowed minds, slaying
    my elfin life for your own. My grandpa
    < barks plead me to stand there to save >
    / their annual rings and verdure leaves,
    __/ and I say to them that death, is now __
    everybody's share of supper. All we
    can barely do is curse our destiny
    for being the worst, n' black out
    with calming memories which
    will rebirth as nightmares in
    s-laugh-tering hearts and
    teach them life lessons
    , unforgettable forever
    .._______^_______..


    ©consequences -- 20/06/21

  • puchka 24w

    This
    morning
    is empty for
    the signs that
    fill today are asleep
    hazy thoughts torment me
    refusing to germinate like seeds
    I will wait for that drop of rain
    moisten the soil in my brain
    long since drought ridden
    thirsting for freshness
    in all things
    ©puchka

  • sproutedseeds 24w

    #wov7#concretepoem#writersbay
    #writersnetwork#miraquill

    CONCRETE poem ����
    Nature acrostic��������


    N ature is God's gift
    A ttracting adventerous
    T ourists to enjoy
    U nder the umbrella of the sky
    R endering happiness
    E tched by Mother nature.
    ©sproutedseeds
    20.06.21

    I know it is not exactly a concrete poem but I didn't want to give up #wov. So just tried it this way.

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    * N️ A ️T U R ☔ E
    *A . R️
    *T U
    *U T
    *R A
    *E N

    ©sproutedseeds
    20.06.21

  • ak_anjali_daydreamzz 24w

    @miraquill @writersnetwork #miraquill #writersnetwork
    #art #wod #pod #wov7 #ak_wov #concretepoetry #concrete #ak_concrete 2

    All rights reserved
    20 June 2021 6.38 pm

    / Happy Father's day /

    [ Inspiration : Martha Graham - “a dancer dies twice — once when they stop dancing, and this first death is the more painful.” and Black swan song by BTS ]

    I tried to do a concrete of a man with wings and his reflection below him ^_^
    Background - Pinus densiflora - Japanese red pine which is my Korean birth flower. It means brave, courageous, 'fidelity' and 'fortitude'.
    It is inverted to symbolise the misfortune of the man below, who is also a father.
    _____________________


    Black Swan ~

    Misfortune tails the shadow of fortunate fate
    Which turned the Zephyr that lifted my wings up
    To become brutal storm that crushed, severed them
    I mourn the death I feared, wings of passion tied to a wheelchair

    Wailing without an echo, screams of silence
    Feet sinking in moist moors mundane, still stuck
    Wings sewed up patchwork, weighing with fright
    Claws I grew to dig on destiny's path and crawl

    Flawless footsteps frozen in life's winter season
    Yet I'm a brave lone pine in suffering snowfall
    Fidelity defines my work and fortitude refines my life
    And when I let go of my fear, flaws kneeled at my perfection

    For art is my legacy, I - father of forsaken dreams
    Can birth resilience to revive whatever I lost
    I have no tether to my blood born by umbilical cord
    But my passion will run in his veins and my two wings will shield his arteries

    •| I've lived my first death, literal death is no more to fear
    I'll strive to death but never quit trying with my head held high |•

    My feathers will guard your fragile fragrance to not diffuse
    My wings will teach you to pin wreaths on the coffin of fear
    - an Ideal Father ( of art, nature and relations )

    ©ak_anjali_daydreamzz

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  • stelly 24w

    .. For
    decades
    and many
    centuries
    You have
    shine immor-
    tality, you
    are a ruler
    in the kingdom
    of stars, your...
    calmness bring
    peace to your
    followers and
    the charm of
    your scars
    enlightened
    the spirit
    of oth-
    ers.

    ©stelly

  • magical_poems 24w

    The breeze Whispering
    in my ear
    And the autumn leaf crackling here
    Walking under the golden shade
    caressing my body it swayed
    Thinking in the land of wood With rabbits and squirrels I stood
    The zephyr of first autumn
    And the tangy scent in the air awesome
    Light mind and cool breeze
    Roaming in the land of
    trees with ease, In the evening with bottle of love
    Sitting in my garden with roses and herb

    Sitting in terrace penning about monsoon
    Below the low hung scarlet moon
    Emitting a glow
    fierce and
    romantic
    Drinking
    cappuccino
    thinking
    of Atlantic
    Wishing everyday to be a
    Zephyric day
    ©magical_poems

    #wov7 #wod #pod
    @writersnetwork @miraquill
    @writersbay I just hope it looks like a tree

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    ©magical_poems

  • bohemian_ballerina 24w

    #wov7 #writersbay @writersbay
    OH AND THAT'S MY MOON( AND OBVIOUSLY I'VE LENT IT FROM MOONIE @inked_selenophile) ��
    Because this is my very first attempt on building a concrete poem!!
    But I had a real blast this whole week trying on different forms of poetry... Thank you so much @writersbay for this week's fun!!������

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    I
    Gaped
    At a canvas
    The largest
    I ever saw
    Holding a
    Blend of hues
    With a perfect
    Swing of stroke
    Of grey, shining as
    Brightly as ever
    In the Dark.
    ©bohemian_ballerina

  • _fallen_angel_ 24w

    She let
    love grow in her heart.
    As the roots entwined with
    her blue and red, becoming one.
    It bloomed, Offering endless love
    and joy to all who cared to sit in her shade.
    Bearing fruits that would fill not only
    the starved stomach,
    But also the
    empty heart.
    The fruit of
    eternal love.
    It gave her
    purpose and
    a sense of
    satisfaction,
    Of a promise
    fervently fulfilled.
    Which only she knew of.


    #wov7 @writersbay #nature #love #concretepoem #shapepoem
    DAY 7: CONCRETE POEM on NATURE & PEACE

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    /Of Nature & Peace

    (Captioned the shape of a tree)

    ©_fallen_angel_

  • cruisey 24w

    #wov7
    Concrete
    I bl
    oom for smiles.
    My nectar's butterfly's.
    Petals torn to imply. Fully plu
    cked, I cry. A crown to the groun
    d, beauty to a lone field, aroma
    too serene. I am what you ca
    ll a flower but alas this is a
    ll's left of me. Now I'm ju
    st a petal separated fr
    om the roots, branc
    h, stem, flower.



    ©vidushimodi
    20.06.2021

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  • kri_k_sni 24w

    #wov7 #nature #kri_k_sni
    @writersbay

    Dear writersbay
    Idk what shape it is nor what i have written but i have tried my best but didn't turn out as i expected

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    Fall
    colors
    Leaves
    Morning mist and pale pink sky
    weave a tale at dawn love is little, painted
    butterflies sitting on your nose while your skin
    soaks the songs of the brown, crisp leaves of autumn strings and dewdrops multiply the space they move upon colors bend and newborn light diffuses into smoke entwining you in its desire of letting go and seeking the ethereal earth; Turning into its truest form In peace maybe, love lies in surrendering, in simple things like the fireworks that light
    the sky or the rain drops that kiss the
    lonely graves at midnight sending day forth
    from the night in his misty
    morning cloak makes
    me glad
    I woke
    ©kri_k_sni

  • a_gentilischi 24w

    Wow. Seven days gone in a flash, and it was so much fun. Thank you @writersbay , you make us push our limits! ��✨


    A nature poem from the next century.
    In case you haven't guessed, it's a plastic bottle.
    But the editing messed it up��

    I wanted to delete it, but I guess the message is important, so I'll leave it for now



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    ᴸᵒᵒᵏ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠⁱˢʰ
    ᵀʰᵃᵗ ʷᵉ ᶜᵃᵘᵍʰᵗ
    ᵀʰⁱˢ ᵇʳⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵐᵒʳⁿ
    ᵂⁱᵗʰ ˢⁱˡᵛᵉʳ ˢᶜᵃˡᵉˢ
    ᴳʳᵃᵛᵉˡ ᵖᵉᵃʳˡ ᵉʸᵉˢ
    ᴿᵉᶠˡᵉᶜᵗᵉᵈ, ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ
    ᴮᵘʳⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᵍˡⁱᵐᵐᵉʳ
    ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵒᵘʳ ᵗⁱʳᵉˡᵉˢˢ
    ʸᵉᵗ, ʷᵃʳʸ ʰᵉˡⁱᵒˢ
    ᵂʰᵒ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ, ᵉᵛᵉʳ ˡᵒᵛᵉᵈ ᵘˢ
    ᴬᵗ ˡᵉᵃˢᵗ, ⁿᵒᵗ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵒʳⁱᵉˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶠⁱˡˡᵉᵈ ᵐʸ ᶜʰⁱˡᵈʰᵒᵒᵈ
    …………………………………………………………..........

    ᴴᵉ ʰᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵘˢ, ᵈᵉᵃʳ ᵇᵒʸ, ˢⁱⁿᶜᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵃʸ ʷᵉ ʷᵉʳᵉ ʰᵉʳᵉ
    ˢⁱⁿᶜᵉ ʷᵉ ᵇᵘʳⁿᵉᵈ ʰⁱˢ ᵒᶜᵉᵃⁿˢ… ᵗⁱˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵘʳᵗ, ᵉⁿʳᵃᵍᵉᵈ
    ᴺʸᵐᵖʰˢ ᵒᶠ ʰⁱˢ ˢᵉᵃ, ʳᵒˢᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵃʳˢʰ ᵇᵃᵗᵗˡᵉ ᶜʳⁱᵉˢ,
    ᴬʳᵐᵉᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᶜʸᶜˡᵒⁿᵉˢ.. ᶜʳᵘᵉˡ ᶜᵘʳʳᵉⁿᵗˢ.. ᶜᵒⁿᶜʰ ʰᵒʳⁿˢ
    ᴹⁱᵍʰᵗʸ ʷᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ʷʳᵃᵗʰ: ᵍʳᵉᵃᵗ ʷᵃᵛᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗˢᵘⁿᵃᵐⁱˢ
    ᵀʰᵃᵗ ˢʷᵃˡˡᵒʷᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᵃʳᵗʰ, ᵈʳᵒʷⁿᵉᵈ ʳⁱᶜʰ ᵏⁱⁿᵍᵈᵒᵐˢ
    ᵀⁱˡˡ ᶜᵉⁿᵗᵘʳⁱᵉˢ ᵖᵃˢˢᵉᵈ, ᵃⁿᵈ ʷᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ᵉⁿᵉᵐⁱᵉˢ ⁿᵒ ᵐᵒʳᵉ
    ᴮᵘᵗ ʷᵉ ᵃʳᵉⁿ'ᵗ ᵇᵒˢᵒᵐ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈˢ ⁿᵒʷ, ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵘⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵐᵉⁿ
    ᵂᵉ ˡⁱᵛᵉ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ ˢᵏʸ…. ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ ʳᵉᵈ ᶠˡᵃᵐᵉˢ.

    …………………………………………………………..........
    ᴰᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ᵈᵉˢᵒˡᵃᵗᵉ ᵗᵃˡᵉˢ, ˢʷᵉᵉᵗ ᵈᵃᵘᵍʰᵗᵉʳ
    ᴸᵉᵗ'ˢ ᵍᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠⁱˢʰ, ᶠʳʸ ⁱᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵍᵃʳⁿⁱˢʰ ⁱᵗ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖˡᵃᵗᵗᵉʳ
    ᴰᵉˡⁱᶜⁱᵒᵘˢ ˢᵃˡᵐᵒⁿ ᶠᵒʳ ᵐʸ ʷᵒⁿᵈᵉʳᶠᵘˡ ʸᵒᵘⁿᵍ ᵉˣᵖˡᵒʳᵉʳˢ
    ᵂʰᵒ ᵗᵒⁱˡᵉᵈ ᵃˡˡ ᵈᵃʸ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍʳᵉᵃˢʸ ᵈᵃʳᵏ ʳⁱᵛᵉʳ'ˢ ʷᵃᵗᵉʳˢ.
    ᵂʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒⁿⁱᵒⁿˢ, ᵃⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵐᵃᵐᵃⁿ'ˢ ᶠᵃᵛᵒᵘʳⁱᵗᵉ
    ˢᵃᵘᶜᵉ? ᴸᵉᵗ ᵘˢ ᵃˡˡ ˢᵘʳᵖʳⁱˢᵉ ʰᵉʳ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵒᵘʳ ᶠʳᵉˢʰ ᵗʳᵉᵃᵗˢ.
    ʸᵉˢ ᵈᵉᵃʳ, ᵍᵉᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠⁱˢʰ ʳᵉᵃᵈʸ ᵂʰᵃᵗ? ᵀʰᵉ ˢᵗⁱᶜᵏʸ ˢᵗᵘᶠᶠ?
    ᴼʰ. ᵀʰᵃᵗ'ˢ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵖˡᵃˢᵗⁱᶜ, ʰᵃᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ⁿᵒᵗ ˢᵉᵉⁿ ⁱᵗ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ?
    ᴵᵗ'ˢ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸʷʰᵉʳᵉ, ᵐʸ ᶜʰⁱˡᵈʳᵉⁿ, ⁿᵒᵗ ʲᵘˢᵗ ⁱⁿˢⁱᵈᵉ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵍˢ
    ᵀʰᵃᵗ ʷᵉ ᵇᵘʸ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ˢᵗᵒʳᵉˢ & ᵗʰʳᵒʷ ⁱⁿ ᵃ ᵍᵃʳᵇᵃᵍᵉ ᶜᵃⁿ
    ᴵᵗ'ˢ ⁱⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶠᵒᵒᵈ, ⁿᵒᵗ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵒᵘᵗˢⁱᵈᵉ, ⁿᵒᵗ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵃᵍᵒ.
    ᴵᵗ'ˢ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᵃʳᵗʰ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵉᵃ, ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵏʸ, ⁱᵗ'ˢ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸʷʰᵉʳᵉ
    ᴬⁿᵈ ᵐᵒˢᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵃˡˡ… ⁱⁿˢⁱᵈᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵐᵉ, ⁱⁿ ᵒᵘʳ ⁿᵃᵗᵘʳᵉ
    ᴮᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᵒⁿᶜᵉ ⁿᵃᵗᵘʳᵉ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵘˢ, ᵇᵘᵗ ʷᵉ ᵈᵉᶜⁱᵈᵉᵈ ⁿᵒᵗ
    ᵀʳⁱᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ⁿᵃᵗᵘʳᵉ, ᵃⁿᵈ ⁿᵒʷ ʷᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ʳᵉᵃᵈʸ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ





    EVERY BIT OF PLASTIC EVER MADE, STILL EXISTS. AND MOST ARE DUMPED IN THE OCEANS. MICRO - PLASTIC IS HARMFUL, FOR BOTH HUMANS AND ANIMALS.
    IF WE DON'T ACT NOW, THIS IS OUR FUTURE.



    2021.06.20
    Written rights : ©a_gentilischi
    PC:Pinterest

    @miraquill @writersnetwork @writersbay
    #mirakee #writersnetwork #writersbay
    #wov7 #concrete #pollution #plastic
    #future #save #savetheocean #duty
    #nature #prediction #thoughts

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    ©a_gentilischi

  • shruti_25904 24w

    Trees
    Swinging to and
    Fro the branches of my poetry...
    Inked with verses of meta-
    -phors. Sitting beneath
    The tree, I
    Keep on ponde-
    Ring... In a deep
    Dilemma. Sud-
    -Denly, a piece of
    Ice fell on me, which
    Brought in me a new
    Sense of life. I felt and
    Let out a deep sigh of
    Relief.

    #wov7 @writersbay @miraquill @writersnetwork @writersnetwark #ceesreposts

    Inspired from the poem "Dust of snow" by Robert Frost ������
    Never underestimate the tiniest bit of your life. Even a small pinch of dust can irritate your eyes.
    (Tried to create the shape of tree, but not perfect ������)

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    A piece of ice changed my life...(See caption...)
    ©shruti_25904

  • _gk_07 24w

    --------- C O N C R E T E P O E M --------


    I gaped at forest trees with misty pearls
    of dew, on velvety ground of green hue.

    My soul rooted to its deep verdant sea
    with harmonized air of love and serenity.

    My ears heard a lullaby by leaves, from
    womb of peace and art of heal to open wounds of oblivion shards of heart.

    Sunbeams falling over the leaves,
    radiates warmth of air.

    Murmur of water and floating clouds
    across the sky, tranquilizes every emotion.

    Memories of beautiful heritage and weathers
    delight, with mellow winds and refreshening
    whiff, enthralling every soul.

    All I felt is the subtle vibe of nature with mystique magnetism, directing our lives.
    ©_gk_07


    #wov7 #nature @miraquill @writersnetwork @writersbay #concrete #art


    To check my previous submission to challenge by @writersbay at #gk_wov

    (~ I tried concrete poem for the first time.)
    @_gk_07

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    20.06.2021

  • inked_selenophile 24w

    MOON A BEAUTY OF NATURE ����

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    Creating a lustrous golden charm on the horizon
    Making the waves of the ocean catch fire
    When the sun drowned by bidding an elegant goodbye
    The sky amid the blanket of twinkling star got imprinted with a crescent moon smile

    And this restless heart dived in love for that smile
    The edges of that serene giggle pulled stitches of her heart squeezed pain and poured the inked hopes to let her breathe poetry

    And its lovely scar radiated shades of grace to decorate it as a metaphor in the verses of the sonnet. Every night the moon gifts lost shine to the broken soul to cherish happiness love and peace
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    Thought to make concrete on a different thing at least this time but I failed!
    Moon is love

    Don't tell me even
    if I gave this a bad shape ����

    Thank you, WB for amazing prompts ��"

    #wov7 #concretepoem

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  • piu_writes 24w

    My Father is like a mighty banyan tree
    Providing food shelter support
    And I am his most
    Proud daughter
    Love you
    Baba

    ©piu_writes