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Nature talks
The stardust is a veil on beauty of a star ;it pinches in the humans eye as a warning .Don't put your evil eye on my beauty .I know ,I am like diamond in the sky .
©jkamil3
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The clash of match
What we think about life .
AND
What the life think about us ,are two complimentary yet two very different opinions .
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Searching
From the twilight to the moonlight ,in the darkened night we wakes up to find our inner light.
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We are physiotherapists
Our field is our honor .
Our yield is it's souvenir .
We are in a race of finding our identity .
We are in a trace of looking for it's creativity .
We are learning to give people autonomy .
May be ,We know the living means
''My choice"
We are yearning to spell the cast of
"I can walk"
May be ,We know the limbs are most unique peddles .
We are not born but we are chosen .
We are not selected but we are created .
We are not separated but we are distinguished .
We are not just doctors but We are physiotherapists.
We feel the excruciating pain of your dying hope.
We feel the falling burden on your bended spine.
We know you are the sole breeder .
We know you are your family innovator .
Come always on to our way .
It is crafted smooth for you .
Come always on to our door .
It is polished clean for you.
You know we don't let you free untill you are walking free.
You know we don't put you on colorful medicines .
Because God asked us your hands are people medicines .
Therefore, We are not just doctors but we are physiotherapists .
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Eavesdropping
Today we will burst in tears ,and the world will smile .
Clouds to clouds winked .
And ,I from the planet eavesdropped in fantasy of nature's pain .
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Uncensored society
Some darker stains are not always put on, by men community but some woman add the darker stains unremovable.
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Nature
Wink of pearl.
Telling .
Story of cry.
From the bottom sky .
On the upper land .
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Persona
I seek refuge from the thought of being positive or negative in the people eyes . Because real persona counts in the abode of God .
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Love
Life of sacrifices verily ,till you meet the end
©jkamil3 -
Wet Meteor
Let the constellations sucks the lane of my poetries .So ,when the meteor break ,the land is glittering wet.
©jkamil3
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tamanna3
2w
Read Moreᴛᴏʀɪᴍᴏᴅᴏsᴜ
in the blink of an eye
there'll be nothing
your contradictions
and controversies
will die with you
your people will
spare your stone
a day or two of
wet mournings
soon bryophytes will
take over your values;
a favorite pet will miss
your share of kind fondle
and you'll know if stars
home your ancestors in
an existence beyond.
you'll revise the only
grandmother tale of
your brief childhood;
you'll regret wanting
to grow up too fast
for you'll then see
the number of stars
you could've counted
with your father's telescope
~ but you were too busy
writing letters of love for
one whom you can't bother
to name anymore.
in the blink of an eye
you'll be nothing
the world will spin
without your opinion
when the end of the world
will bother you less than
the sunrise you know you'll
have to wake up to alone.
☾︎ tamanna3
why wait for an end to start healing?
#heal #toanend
Thank you dearest @writersnetwork ��.
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_astitva_
6w
Read More#wod #object @writersnetwork @miraquill
Ohh my my ���� first #POD
@miraquill Thanks a ton for making my day ❤️
Thank you all beautiful souls here for inspiring me always ❤️
Thank you so much WN for ❤️Stained scarf
//of a lover//
Is souvenir of solicitous
september when love
brimmed betwixt misty
morns and tangerine twilights
//of a farmer//
Is sleepy, soaked
in smallholder's sweat
sweetened with satisfaction
for sustaining struggles of life
//of a soldier//
Is serene, a symbol
of self sacrifices scribbling
stanzas of scorching summers,
withering winters, struggling springs
and awful autumns with delight
//of a rape victim//
Is silent like a grave,
a spectator of screaming
soul supressed with suspicions
of societal stigmas shivering with
dark dreams of self's homicide
©_astitva_ -
squared
8w
Read MoreI am
writing few words
which were supposed
to fit within your cold tears.
Only when
you'll remember
this old version of art,
who knew to cry with her
words and laugh with her fears.
Know that
I was some she
with odd calamities
mourning for the freedom
of my voice from caged melancholy.
I remember
every fall of war
making my feeble soul
smoke limitless heat of fatality,
knowing I am the beast of my own night.
I ain't burning,
I am fevered with fraud
flame of lies they flowered
against me with eulogies, you know
how dramatic it is to weep and smile?
Atleast you,
you would have not excused
the crackling voice of my glassed
emotions? I know i was decorated
with scars when my poetry asked for beauty.
Those days
when my smile twinkled
few dews of belief for the darkness
I defined myself as a, fancied omen of hope.
But now
with every period of partial fate,
I wish to die and send my soul towards
the sky to let my essence breathe immortality.
I am complete with
darkness, let me obey
the purpose of light by leaving
my verse within every spark of midnight.
©squared
#twinkle
Ps: “You”, represents the star here.
@writersnetwork
THANKYOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR MUCH TIME HERE❤️������
Damn, gracias for the EC.
Thankyou so much @miraquill team for featuring my words, obliged.somedays, I wish
to surrender my poetries to the stars
so if i die tomorrow, my words shall stay immortal forever.
©squared -
asteroidxae
16w
Read MoreIt occurs to you out of the blue, when you are submerged in silence in the middle of a night, right when the owls fell into sleep, as the moon fade beneath a dark cloud.
It starts along a feeble line with no rhyme, but it has to be painful. Not the mildest tingle you feel as you write a romantic piece about her memories.
It's not the awe filled anguish as you write an ode, or the burn of the kindled passion as you inscribe a ballad.
No, it's not the torment of an elegy, or the twinge of a sonnet.
It is the crucifying pain at the bottom of the heart, deep rooted somewhere in the hinterlands.
It soars up to your throat to become a lump. The surge of raw emotions may even fill your eyes, but you won't say a word.
Nothing would describe it, no one could see it,
still the intensity will eat your sleep.
It occurs to you when all the shadows repressed in an abyss breathe out. All the dusky dreams, ghosts of unmet fancies, humiliations, deceptions, pretentions,
prejudices, regrets and guilt.
It needs a way out, years of solitude has made it restless.
Your metaphors won't suffice to sketch something that equates to it's torture. Allegories and parables won't paint
hues on it's agony, alliterations and assonances
will not make it euphonious, it won't fall like a nursery rhyme.
Yes, it'll have ironies, plethora of ironies. That alone won't make it a good poem
You can't imprison that lines in meter,
it will not soothe you with rhymes, it doesn't dance in a rhythm.
Yes, it's not your usual poem, it's the worst one you'll ever see.
asteroidxae©
#emotionaldownpour #wod @mirakee @writersnetwork
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untie your strings,
let the wind take you.
©asteroidxae -
rani_shri
12w
Read More#childhood #wod #pod #ceesreposts @writersnetwork @miraquill
Thank you WN for the kind repost @writersnetwork
Thank you for EC as well��Someday I'll Write The Same Letter To You
Dear Not Dear Childhood,
Like a fruit, You're rotten
You're a lie still bitter,
Like a memory,you're never forgotten.
Like a baby's broken baby sitter.
At your time,I used to laugh freely
Now I think twice before crying.
I used to lift the sky over a normal injury
Now I hide it even if I'm dying.
Then, needs were of no need
And eyes carried many dreams,
Now no one sees if my wishes bleed,
Nor anyone listens to my silent screams.
Earlier,I used to cry loudly over broken toys,
Now I'm broken like a toy and cry in silence.
Then, I loved to create the cute noise
But now even my lips get sealed over violence.
Then,I used to believe my parents only,
Now I believe the whole world except them.
The resident of gatherings,now lives lonely
In the search of pebbles, I lost my gems.
The same nights don't play any lullabies
The same darks don't scare me any more.
Neither the same heart stands at ease
Nor the same loneliness makes me bore.
The one,who never hid the zero stars
Now hides all the thousand scars.
Cigar in fingers and life burns like the cigars
Life resting in laps, now rests in the bars.
The one who learnt to spread love
Now spreads the hater.
Life was chuffed like a dove
Tension free those days were more better.
Those were the days,when lies were truth
And now even the truth is just a lie.
Life changed and never showed ruth
See how fast the timings fly.
I was being scolded to sleep more
Now they scold me to wake up early.
I had a dream to be like a calm sea shore,
But now I'm a parnassian, writing eagerly.
In your ages, I wanted to become older
And now I wanna come back to you.
Will you become a bit bolder
Like the leaves accept the drops of dew.
Dear Childhood, someday you'll become same
Which won't be sticking like a glue.
And when you'll play your game
I'll write the same letter to you.
To get you back, even if I reincarnate
And I get a life all new.
Still I won't be able to change the fate,
Someday,then I'll write the same letter to you.
©rani_shri -
gaurangig
18w
Read MoreFairytales, folklore;
Some tragic, some happy to the core!
A lost princess, a damsel in distress, ��
Handsome princes��, villains ��♂️like eye sores!
Smart wizards��♂️, cunning witches,
Old crones, as cruel as the grave,
Tall towers��, long hair,
Innocent girls, poor and naive!
Talking mice, singing birds,��
Flying horses��, changing toads,
Dense forests, sparkly lakes,
Across the seas��, along new roads!
Fairy god-moms��♀️, kind and gentle,
Tiny pixies, intelligent elves��♂️,
Little dwarves, sleepy and stumpy,
Old cottages��, with potions on shelves!
Bread crumbs to show the path,
Pumpkins ��that turn to carts,
Lost slippers made of glass,
Early mornings and midnight starts!
Wicked curses and scary spells!
Step moms and wicked maids,
Poison apples ��, magical cakes,
Kings and queens ��of hearts and spades♠!
Enchanted worlds, as tiny as a thumb,
Magical places, as large as giants,
Creepers ��that grow as tall as the sky,
Thick snow falls, and rains in torrents��☔!
Childhood dreams and hopes and scares,
As we grow up, they just change shapes,
But somewhere, in the heart, we still do hope,
There is a magical land, for which the heart craves!
©gaurangig
#wod #mirakee #writersnetwork #fairytales #forklore #tale
���������� ������ ���� �������� #������������ ������ ������ #����!! ��Fairytales and Forklore!
I dream of a world, with a magical wand
I will wave it and woosh! Corona will be gone!
©gaurangig -
amsterdam
21w
Read MoreAfter reading The Fox and the Crow.
In the name of vanity, you throw all caution to the wind and happily feast on poisoned apples even if you know there's no such thing as free lunch.
The mirror is a liar with a poker face.
You don't see what's coming your way because your bangs is in the line of your sight. But it doesn't bother you at all because you think you look and feel great with it.
You've been told more than a dozen times that
there's a danger in trusting somebody
a little bit too much, but on the night it rained flattery, you were wide awake holding a pail and a bucket.
Flattery is your Achilles heel.
When it falls on your lap, every ounce of common sense left in your pockets flies out of the window faster than a scared Sparrow.
You say you'll just cross the bridge when you get there. But what if it's a hanging bridge and you have an awful fear of heights?
What if there's no bridge? What if it's not a bridge but a zip line? What if it's a dead-end?
What if it's a trap? What if it's a scam?
Too much appetite slash hunger for validation may not kill you yet it doesn't mean that you can ignore warning bells the way you ignore traffic lights.
It's human nature, you say.
Your life, your rules? To each his own?
Well, maybe but here's the bad news.
Regret is a traitor that will kiss you in the end.
Enjoy the flattery but never get carried away.
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05.04.21
#fable that looks like a twisted fairy tale. haha.
@writersnetwork I heart you .��✨VALIDATION
In the name of vanity,
flattery might blow you away.
Never get carried away.
©amsterdam -
uma_iyaaa
24w
Clouds☁️
Litte pieces of heaven sprinkled all over earth you glide so imperfectly,
A master shapeshifter frozen in the present yet always purposefully travelling towards future...
©uma_iyaaa -
ablaze_writer
30w
I bewatch the blue infinity up above
Only to see the survivors soaring high
While my thoughts remain caged
In the finite boundaries of diaries page.
©ablaze_writer -
soulfulstirrings
65w
Read MoreFall to rise .
#storyofaleaf @odysseus @sumana_chakraborty @preetkanwal
#concretepoetry
Reposting an old write .
Thank you so much @writersnetwork for the kind repost ❤️Feuille
She Falls
From
Wuthering
Heights into the
Embrace of this land
Hung by threads of faith
Yet readily accepting her fate
When the Mistral tugs one last time
Announcing the arrival of departure
From the comfort of a home that once
Was And slowly but steadily as she falls
With a grace that matches none Singing
Herself a lullaby looking up just that one
Last time before her abode seems just a
Mackle in moments swift That bring her
Down softly Landing on a carpet along
Side many who let go much before her
She being a brighter viridian colour
Amongst feuillemort hues That
Glow like fading embers on a
Night that was hers for one
Last time before melting
Into oneness with the
Others who await
With patience
To become
One with
The soil
The very
Place
from
Where
She
Took
Root
And
As
Our
Eyes
Meet
For
That
One
Last
time
I bow
To
Her
// For she's taught me that if you fall ..fall with Grace
Trusting your journey downwards
Cos where something ends .. something new always begins//
©soulfulstirrings
