Slipping slowly
This great abyss
Swallows me whole.
Wide mouth and sharp fangs
Ready to eat me alive
Yet reluctant to catch me.
Why do I fall,
Again and again
And
Again and again?
Am I not learning from my past?
Or am I serenely happy to see myself devoured whole by this demon?
©acsah
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What Have I Become?
How do we normalize agony?
Am i too deep to come forth?
If you were never understood
Would you love, or will you disappear?
Dreaded are all my experiences
Should I feel or can we believe?
Take me to a dark place tonight
I need to run from your shade
Through the blistered years
Shine through the irrelevance
I've gone numb
Hope you pull through, hope you let me breathe!
©hrishi -
royalriddle 28m
Miraquill
Mirakee should have "love" or "like" reacts on comments. I love the way few people encourage and appreciate others . Instead on replying their comments, I would love to react 'love' on their comments.
©royalriddle -
Marry me tonight in
the presence of my
typewriter when the
world is still fast asleep.
Somiee69 -
nighty 34m
Respect
When push comes to shove, I'll always choose respect and loyalty over anything any day, because nothing's more important than that
©nighty -
nighty 37m
Word Prompt:
Write a 3 word short write-up on Nuance
.#poetry #wordprompt #poem #art #english #love #writersnetworkNuance
Nuance love, hate
©nighty -
What would you go for?
Demons you can handle,
It's the angels you have to be wary of,
Manipulation will only break your heart,
But failing to live up to expectations,
Would leave you in tatters eternal,
Coz you put angels on a pedestal,
Evil is expected from demons,
Although you wish they change their ways,
So you can take the hurt and also forgive and forget,
Angels hurt you with affection,
You are in immense pain without any sign of affliction,
You can tolerate people's hate but not becoming their pet project,
Living to please people is an arduous task,
I would rather enjoy solitude without any pretense,
Demons live up to your expectations,
Angels often fall,
Love is selfish so how could you expect that an angel will love you at all,
Selfless love is also not possible,
Coz they reserve it for their God,
Demons would try to possess you,
Coz they want you in entirety,
Privacy can be an issue with them,
But you'll be loved passionately,
Choice is yours,
Do you want to eat food that is bland and live a long life,
Or eat recklessly and take an early flight,
Point of the rant is angels and demons you can navigate with your senses,
It's the humans that are the enigma constantly hopping from one to the other fences,
Making you feel a whirlpool of emotions that you couldn't even imagine to face,
A bundle of joy and a pond of sorrow,
A hint of angel and a dash of demon within,
Humans are incomprehensible to decode,
That's why I find solitude to be the place to be and the best state to live in.
©paradoxicalpenman -
Ramadan Mubarak
Twinkle twinkle little star
have you seen the crescent moon hanging high in the sky?
Twinkle twinkle little star
have you seen the crescent moon shining brightly in the sky?
Twinkle twinkle little star
have you seen the moon of ramadan?
bringing us the best of days and night
©ogunsola_ayobami_samuel -
deovrat 47m
तनहा
●●●
रंज़-ओ-ग़म तनहा हैं खामोशियाँ तनहा।
तनहा दहर-ओ-ज़िन्दगी हर बशर तनहा।।
तनहाई की सर्द रातों में रहा क़मर तनहा।
आगाज़ तनहा था फ़िर कटा सफ़र तनहा।।
हिज़र तनहा है तो कहीं पर वस्ल तनहा।
तनहा हम इधर और हो तुम उधर तनहा।।
अश्क़ मिज़्गाँ-ए-चश्म पे ठहर गए तनहा।
लबों पर सिसकती रहीं सिसकियाँ तनहा।।
इस बेदार ख़ामोशी का है हर लफ़्ज़ तनहा।
"अयन" आया था तनहा तो जाएगा तनहा।।
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© deovrat "अयन" 13.04.2021
मिज़्गाँ-ए-चश्म=आँख की पलकें
बेदार=जागरूक -
selcouth_potato 58m
Longing for bliss
©selcouth_potato -
Gift me with poetry
Gift me with a blank beauty.
Gift me with those books people hate reading.
Gift me with stories people
Find boring and too long a read
Let me jump in anticipation
What the little box
Contains.
Let me fall in love with
The old pages of an 1800BC handbook.
Gift me with the only thing
that makes my heart skip a beat.
I don't mean to ruin the surprise, but if you may ,
Please,gift me with poetry.
Patience Magara -
Words Are Not Enough
If words alone were enough to describe it
Then I guess it's not love
This feeling ranges to an absurdity
That invades my whole heart to the fullest
Taking each bit of myself and exchanging it to have more of you
I'm not kidding neither am I joking
I'm trying to prove it
That my words will never be enough
My writings aren’t sufficient
This minute isn't enough neither is the moment
I need to use every time of my existence
To tell you how much I love you
So let it be beyond the boundaries of the universe
As broad as the creation
Inextinguishable like the sun with its blazing aura
Just as your smile is
One that gives warmth to my heart
Oh, how wonderful
The trumpets of love
That resonates within my body and soul
Thinking of you creates an effect beyond enchantment
Can we play these nodes together?
The lines I want them to be in accordance with your heart
To be as wonderful as your beauty
©fayello -
tacoplush 1h
What goes on the brains of a psychopath only the victims know... what goes inside his brain the reader scrolls....
●expect the unexpected●
#like and #share
@mirakee @mirakeeworld @writersnetwork
#like #follow #mirakeeworld #writersnetworkHmmm....(psychopathic ask if not understood)
It was a friday night and drizzling outside
With gang of friends we headed towards the side...
In the opposite...Saw this guy with no or little smile....
Weird expression in a very quiet sight
Thought to smile instead I waived a ●Hi●
Laughed my friend from an insanely deep height
Said,"Here I come!" and then he died.....
In the funeral we said our final goodbyes....no one knew he was full of lies....
I walk I walk then ran like I did a crime...
Emotions aside but why did that guy smile?
His smile kept projecting in my head in a line
I remember he was on a black shirt with little or no freckles like mine...
Felt he was a bully his smile was a lie...........the police knocked and yes my dear the guy was
••••"I"••••
....
©tacoplush -
Charity begins at home
The Impacted traits of time ,
polished by the elderly and
tested by society.
A proverbial saying posed by
the impact of extended
integrity
A pulse of empathy, a
symptom of revolution
Synchronised by the
spirit of ecstacy. Driven
by the ability to prosper.
An eurology of change:
A science of love...
In harmony do we lend
a hand, without factoring
in tribal diconstencies.
Survived by the so-called
Tunnel of hope:She believes
in unity sanctified by love_
Credited for the subordinate
acts of kindness, help
completes the jigsaw!
I am mesmerised by the
deconcating throne of
giving.
Pertued, yet perplexed by
the constant oblivious time
shared.....
Lowering oneself - to raise
another__It is the loud
silence, a crimson of dignity
defined by sacrifice
Charity begins at home,
Charity began at home.....
The tale of a clean change
Patience Magara -
esoawrites 1h
Your time shall come. Your star would shine at your own pace. That day shall be your "Someday"
#RealityCheck #WritersNetwork
#FeelAliveAndSurviveSomeday!!
When I'm finally at the pace I intend to walk, I'd remember such days I forgot I had to be strong and behave like a man because the storm was too heavy for me to bear.
Someday! Just, someday!!
©esoawrites -
ajaygrover 1h
#lifequotes #responsibilities #dreams #life #truth #wordsofwisdom #hindiquotes
#wordsofheart #randomthoughts
#lifequotes #hindiquotes
#feelings #life #randomthoughts
#hindi #mirakee #hindiwriters
#writersdesk #writersnetwork
#ajaygrover_ #hindi #mirakee #lekhak #hindiscribbles #hindilekhan #shabdanchal_haryana
#shabdalay #writersdesk #writersofharyanaज़िम्मेदारियों के तूफ़ान में अक़्सर
ख़्वाहिशों के मकान पहले गिरते हैं
©ajaygrover -
I found home in your eyes,
the home I've longed for.
Somiee69 -
Trust? Who do I?
I had a story to tell, I still have to get it off my chest.
But whom can I trust and whom can I tell fully?
Parts of it have been shared with strangers;
parts that are shreds of the heaviest burdens I’ve been under.
But, there’s still soo much more to empty;
So who can I trust then? So whom can I tell?
The story is so vast, so deep and painful,
But where do I begin? Whom should I tell.
No, not everyone has the pieces,
They never will!
Not until I know I can trust them,
Not until they are willing to listen.
Fear of gossip, fear of being taken advantage of;
The story lies in shreds as a result.
But if I hold it in, I will keep mulling it over and over
I will churn the poison within me, destroying my good self.
But this story I have lived,
I’m the testimony to my past,
I know what pain and remorse feel like
I know what cost I’ve had to pay.
-Savina
©maryannsavina -
greypages_ 2h
Margins.
I fell off the bed
Right when the dawn
Hits the sky,
All the while,
All through the night
Sleeping peacefully
On pillows
That complain less, and embrace more -
The gun runs out of
Bullets just when it has
The King to left to liquidate
All the while,
All through the infiltration
Holing hearts of soldiers in vengeance,
A Kingdom
That chained your queen
And killed your father -
The red dress doesn’t fit
You just by a few inches,
The weighing scale mars your mood
When your lover scraps
Off the red fabric and whispers to you,
“Skin suits you the best”
And you realise,
That you didn’t hit the floor
But fell in his hands at dawn,
That your queen had already poisoned the King,
That skin suits you the best,
That something better awaits for you,
And that he loves you the most.
©greypages_
.
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@writersnetwork #pod #writersnetwork @mirakeeMargins.
That skin suits you the best,
That something better awaits for you,
And that he loves you the most.
©greypages_ -
I want to rest
my heart strings
on your pillow tonight.
Somiee69