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41 posts
  • thorvi_mule 5w

    Be my metaphor,
    and I'll personify you as eternal,
    strive to be the last word,
    of this never ending chapter!
    ©thorvi_mule

  • _celena_ 13w

    I caressed my wounds every night before sleep Hoping it would heal sooner or later the next eve
    It's a wound that cannot be seen or touched by
    So why does it hurt so much when I realized
    I m just "Someone's Someone" by the end of day.


    I urged hard for it to heal but was afraid what if
    I can't handle being a "Someone's Special" being
    How poor of me, isn't it? But what can I do?
    I m used to this wound who accompanied


    I could feel its presence under the night sky
    And sighed saying, "not all wounds are bad tho!"
    But it made me wonder. Does letting it heal,
    Will leave another wound behind?

    ©_celena_

    #woundsc#poverty#writersnetwork
    @writersnetwork #writerbay

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    I caressed my wounds every night before sleep but, does letting it heal,
    Will leave another wound behind?

    ©_celena_

  • harsha_madhuri 14w

    #mirakee #instagram #love #pain #heartbreak
    #writersnetwork #erotica #wordporn #writerbay #inference



    I have bleeded more and more ..
    And the feeling when my mom tap..
    On my head smoothly at 1 am ....
    And I'm trying to cover my tears ...
    It really sucks ...

    When I look at mirror and..
    compare present time with those times..
    When I used to smile everyday ..
    Was so tough..

    Pretending myself that I am all okay !!
    Infront of everyone and then ...
    Rushing to rest room spending ...
    Allot of time crying was so disgusting...

    Knowing that my eyes already fucking done...
    With swelling by crying and ...
    again in a helpless Position...
    to stop tears was so hard !!!


    BUT IT DOESN'T MEAN THAT I'M WEAK ...
    ITS JUST A PHASE OF MY LIFE...

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    Because I have bleeded ...

    Because I have bleeded I'll not become weak ...
    ©harsha_madhuri

  • madinah_writes 15w

    If independence is achieved on a platter of gold,
    The institution of colonialism will remain forever it strong and old.

    Yet, we dream and follow promises complain their fake-interests.
    Everybody was creating the blames,
    Nobody was fixing the problems.

    Long Ago,
    In the African World.
    The old father's the young immediately after sunsets.
    When it was time for storytelling.
    Our folklores, Alo ati Orin ibile.
    Time for entertainment and moral lesson.
    When was the normal in the black society.

    Grandma tell me this!
    Grandma tell me that!
    Grandma tell me why the tortoise have a rough, shelly back?
    Why is the dog a hunter's pet?
    And why is lion the king of the jungle?
    That was so much fun,
    The children would gather under the gaint mango tree.
    Singing historical and cultural songs.
    Alo o! Aloooo!!
    Follows another set of mind blowing riddles.
    Flashing their smiles, showing off their expensive dimples.

    The children would rack their minds to answer grandma's questions.
    Brain cracking, riddle follows.
    Then, as I heard.
    Children would laugh to Grandma's stories and ask brainstorming questions.
    With words of wisdom where everyone could think by themselves.
    So I was told...

    And now, I'm growing.
    To what our life and living has become;
    Like a bird's empty nest, that was once filled with life.
    Now, I stare at the African life of nothingness.
    What I see is failed promises and bloodshed.
    Bokoharam, Herdsmen attack, EndSARS now!
    A dark, starless world in silence.
    As the youth of today cry and seek for the best.
    Hoping for a future that like a fairytale, might never come.

    When the best is traded for selflessness.
    What are we doing?
    Where are we going?
    Who is our tomorrow?
    When today is full of sorrow.
    Are we getting wiser?
    When all we depend on is Google and the internet?
    Fake news, swimming in the air like flies in dirt.
    Are we even blessed?
    When we await betterment from our so called leaders.
    Would there ever be a change or are all these sufferings are permanent?
    Year after year, we await to fill another hungry lion.
    Or have we forsaken the gods of the land?
    Which is which? I need to know.
    What is next, we need to think.
    Why is our tomorrow,
    Laying at the end of the brink?

    War of independence,
    Seen through it's eyes.
    That sees no transformation,
    All in the name of change.
    They change for the post of power that never satisfies them.
    The war of independence is war of death!

    Lasted with several years with thousand souls, dead.
    Dusted and forgotten.
    Women and children,
    Expecting genuine freedom from colonial rule!
    The independence they promised was not real, ungranted.
    Everyone was hungry to sit by the side of the power pot!

    The rich were getting richer and the poor, poorer.
    We were made as a stepping stones for the colonial masters. 
    Those days and still now.
    Independence turned out to be opposite,
    Corruption and injustice.

    © Madinah_Writes


    #Justice #Africa #folklores #mirakee #miraquill #Acienttimes #Yoruba #writersnetwork #Storytelling #prose #poetry #Reality #thoughts #democrasy #politics #politicalpower #writerbay #wriyerscommunity #pod #qod #wod

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    A Struggle For Justice.

    ©madinah_writes

  • lazybongness 16w

    #lost #povlostc #writerbay @miraquill

    ��������������

    "Help! I'm lost! Unable to find ,
    Like a dew, melted and frost.
    I've seen you taken when I slept
    Longings shakes me and swept.


    Through dark and dearth, between
    Life and Death
    The heartache, anguish and fear
    What if YOU left!?
    A yearning desire revolves around
    When breath of ecstacy hear your sound
    Pain of old bruises remains furnished
    Summer sadness stores sunbeam
    in the Room, not Vanished
    Dreams of silver sheens with crystal
    looks fair
    What if it will stay alluring
    Here forever.

    But you're not here with me
    and that's the truth
    Screaming reality can't stop
    A long forgotten sooth.


    P.S : Not counted the endeavour, I lost,,
    I'm filled with guilt and remorse.
    ©lazybongness

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    Departed

    Not counted the endeavour, I lost,,
    I'm filled with guilt and remorse.

    ©lazybongness

  • smile_its_sunnah 16w

    Did you see who?

    The little joyful cheering youth have been silenced on the lands of submission.

    Did you see who?

    The female slave has been neglected of her right to virginity freedom.

    Did you see who?

    The boy had been mocked for showing affection to his treasures in love.

    Did you see who?

    The family have lost all their status because of their daughters divorce.

    Did you see who?

    The people of oppression were ignored after screaming for rectification.

    Did you see who?......

    Pain, suffering, happiness, love and peace do not need a SOMEONE, we shouldn't focus on who had suffered, which family have gone into poverty, whose daughter had been divorced or what relationship one has with his family. We should instead focus on praying, loving, caring and helping someone despite knowing their name or title.

    Focus on how to help, instead of who is suffering.

    #someonec #writerbay
    @writersbay

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    Help the suffering with a heart of purity,
    instead of being inquisitive to others calamity,
    and doing nothing to grant someone surety.

  • madinah_writes 17w

    If independence is achieved on a platter of gold,
    The institution of colonialism will remain forever it strong and old.

    Yet, we dream and follow promises complain their fake-interests.
    Everybody was creating the blames,
    Nobody was fixing the problems.

    Long Ago,
    In the African World.
    The old father's the young immediately after sunsets.
    When it was time for storytelling.
    Our folklores, Alo ati Orin ibile.
    Time for entertainment and moral lesson.
    When was the normal in the black society.

    Grandma tell me this!
    Grandma tell me that!
    Grandma tell me why the tortoise have a rough, shelly back?
    Why is the dog a hunter's pet?
    And why is lion the king of the jungle?
    That was so much fun,
    The children would gather under the gaint mango tree.
    Singing historical and cultural songs.
    Alo o! Aloooo!!
    Follows another set of mind blowing riddles.
    Flashing their smiles, showing off their expensive dimples.

    The children would rack their minds to answer grandma's questions.
    Brain cracking, riddle follows.
    Then, as I heard.
    Children would laugh to Grandma's stories and ask brainstorming questions.
    With words of wisdom where everyone could think by themselves.
    So I was told...

    And now, I'm growing.
    To what our life and living has become;
    Like a bird's empty nest, that was once filled with life.
    Now, I stare at the African life of nothingness.
    What I see is failed promises and bloodshed.
    Bokoharam, Herdsmen attack, EndSARS now!
    A dark, starless world in silence.
    As the youth of today cry and seek for the best.
    Hoping for a future that like a fairytale, might never come.

    When the best is traded for selflessness.
    What are we doing?
    Where are we going?
    Who is our tomorrow?
    When today is full of sorrow.
    Are we getting wiser?
    When all we depend on is Google and the internet?
    Fake news, swimming in the air like flies in dirt.
    Are we even blessed?
    When we await betterment from our so called leaders.
    Would there ever be a change or are all these sufferings are permanent?
    Year after year, we await to fill another hungry lion.
    Or have we forsaken the gods of the land?
    Which is which? I need to know.
    What is next, we need to think.
    Why is our tomorrow,
    Laying at the end of the brink?

    War of independence,
    Seen through it's eyes.
    That sees no transformation,
    All in the name of change.
    They change for the post of power that never satisfies them.
    The war of independence is war of death!

    Lasted with several years with thousand souls, dead.
    Dusted and forgotten.
    Women and children,
    Expecting genuine freedom from colonial rule!
    The independence they promised was not real, ungranted.
    Everyone was hungry to sit by the side of the power pot!

    The rich were getting richer and the poor, poorer.
    We were made as a stepping stones for the colonial masters. 
    Those days and still now.
    Independence turned out to be opposite,
    Corruption and injustice.

    © Madinah_Writes


    #Justice #Africa #folklores #mirakee #miraquill #Acienttimes #Yoruba #writersnetwork #Storytelling #prose #poetry #Reality #thoughts #democrasy #politics #politicalpower #writerbay #wriyerscommunity #pod #qod #wod

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    A Struggle For Justice.

    ©madinah_writes

  • bluemoonlight44 18w

    Poetry

    My world is crumbling into massive volcano explosion, I'm trying to hang onto what's left before I lose my mind

    I'm tormented by my worst nightmares, every sign that I see reminds me I'm still alive inside

    Every time that I'm bleeding red, I remember everything that's been said

    I try not to hold everything inside of me
    Every time i unleash my demons they just keep walking back like good friends do

    My heartbeat beats slower then the rest, but your the only one the pick it up and heard the sweet symphonies

    Every melody that I've written is close to my soul, I don't want to be trapped inside my worst destruction

    I want to explore and express all that I have before it's all bottled deep down inside of me

    If I surrender everything to you I would let you in lot more often

    @ Bluemoonlight44

  • sonalnaik30 18w

    Flower

    FLOWER IS BELIEVED TO BE BEAUTIFUL, BUT CRITICS WILL ALWAYS CRITICISE THE BEAUTY
    ©sonalnaik30

  • writers_ink_ 19w

    The day you left me I went back through all the pain you have caused and nothing reminded me of the good things you have done. Else I remember how wrong I was ignoring your mistakes that you did all along ...and now I am sad not because you left but you took away a part of me with you which used to believe in love which used to trust and now when you're gone I realize how I lost and isolated myself in your love so much that I forgot the things I used to love...
    @aksa08
    #leftc#writerbay#writersnetwork#tod#pod
    @writersnetwork @writersbay @mirakee

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    Lost and isolated myself
    in your love so much that
    I forgot the things I used to love
    ©aksa08

  • alextheft 20w

    Writer

    Canvas souls,
    Infinite bodies,
    Interwoven and disembodied,
    Tear drenched
    Or lovesick,
    Gliding and jumping,
    Elastic,
    Mind of memories,
    Brain of fiction,
    That of luminosity,
    Writer, O, triumphant
    Majestic fool,
    None above and none
    To rule,
    Intergalactic
    Inside the skin,
    Blow the words, the worlds
    Writer, O, gasoline.
    ©alextheft

  • paradoxicalpenman 20w

    Conquering emotions

    From crimson red to azure blue,
    Dwaling in paranoia to comfort of content,
    Not an Herculean endeavour,
    Just changed the canvas thoughts were painted on,
    ©paradoxicalpenman

  • piu_writes 22w

    Writersbay

    Words given to rouse the interest inviting poets to thread out poems ever lasting and Remembered well by seekers of poetry beautifully penned verses all time favouraite yes our writersbay
    ©piu_writes

  • smile_its_sunnah 25w

    Hibernate at home,
    Hover your saliva,
    Distance yourself,
    to increase survival.
    Stay safe and fight this rival,
    And together we shall reach revival.

    #slogan #hibernation #writersnetwork @writersnetwork #wod #pod #mirakee #writerbay #covid19 #staysafe #stayhome
    (Pic credit: North Oaks Health system)

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    Hibernate at home,
    Hover your saliva,
    Distance yourself,
    to increase survival.
    Stay safe and fight this rival,
    And together we shall reach revival.
    ©smile_its_sunnah

  • bluemoonlight44 31w

    ( funny ) Read Me If You Dear

    I ask a bear if he wanted bear hugs
    He asked me if bear hershey candy bar was included in the deal of bear hugs and bear a boos

    @Bluemoonlight44

  • myscribbles79 33w

    In today's world, for most of us,gadgets have taken charge of our company, than humans.I dedicate this to my loving mom,and all those genius and creative moms who work hard to make our mornings beautiful and hazzlefree.I hope you all can relate to this,

    #wod,#radioc,#writerbay,#pod,#mirakee,#writersnetwork

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    Radio woman

    The first person,who comes to my mind,when I hear the word radio,is my mom.She is the first person to get up.After freshening up,the first thing she did was to on the radio and make a cup of tea,for herself and my dad,who would be preparing to go for a jog.

    Radio used be an integral part of our daily mornings.It started off,with morning news,in english,followed by hindi.The most exciting of all,was the sanskrit news,which all of us used to imitate.Then came information about health, diseases,and their cure.Then there was small programme about agriculture.My most favourite one,was the row of film songs that followed.My mom used to cook us delicious dosas or parathas enjoying to the tunes of those songs.During general conversations,in our family time,mom turned out to be a genius,with her head up in pride,as she knew,most of the happenings in the city through her morning friend.

    Years passed by.We daughters too got settled,dad retired,but still that little black beauty,shines on our chest of closures,unchanged,unreplaced. When I closely gaze at her,I can see her boasting and murmuring to us," You daughters in your busy lives, have now become, not less than visitors.But,Iam your mom's pet,keeping her lively and energetic for the whole day."A jealous me,didn't have anythg in reply, except a deep sigh!

    ©myscribbles79

  • shobia_paul 35w

    Someone special!

    I'm not single
    But I'm not committed
    But dream someone special to deserve.
    For it all happens only with you!
    ©shobia_paul

  • 13_prerna 36w

    Love being alive

    Loved the day universe introduce you to me. I was the luckiest of all.
    I enjoyed being alive. I felt like celebrating about me being alive.
    ©13_prerna

  • my_name_is_nobody 37w

    Shoe would like to go to salon
    To have a dry skin and face pack... ����

    Shoe would, like to walk on soft grass
    To protect its heals and avoid rough tar... ��������

    Shoe would have different communities
    To have an identity and for matrimony.... ��������

    Shoe would never step on water ����
    To avoid, getting drenched and enjoy bonfire ... ��

    Shoes would be rich or poor ones����
    By material they were made and their brand during sale...


    #shoe #mirakee #mirakee_assistant #mirakeeworld #writersworld #writersnetwork #writerbay #ceesreposts

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    If a shoe could speak

  • my_name_is_nobody 37w

    Past was lovely time
    Enjoyed Grandpa's company
    Only subects were Rhymes... ��

    Past was a lovely time
    Enjoyed playing Hide & Seek
    Homework�� was a weight lifting task then����...

    Past was a lovely time
    1Rs was the pocket money ��
    Which can buy lot of snacks�������������� at once...

    Past was a lovely time
    Playing in rain was joy������
    Paper boat ,⛵race were so Fun...

    Past was a lovely time
    Neither cared of money or fake ones
    Happy time was all in the past, & we keep growing old ...


    ©my_name_is_nobody

    #wod #past #mirakee #mirakee_assistant #mirakeeworld #writersworld #writersnetwork #writerbay #ceesreposts

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    Past