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Do not underestimate the allure of darkness
Even the purest hearts are drawn to it!!
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(The Vampire Diaries)
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mimansha_bhatt
32w
Read More#writersnetwork #wild @writersnetwork @miraquill @love_whispererr #morbid #notsodeadpoet #verse #morbid #wild #wod
Always embrace yourself people..Life is too short to have insecurities about yourself..Keep working on yourself not because you are behind others instead do it because you can always do better...Always stay motivated and keep motivating..Bye Bye birdies..��
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As I stopped
Cherishing myself
I lost the wild inside of me
Just the dead poet alive
Trudging down the aisle
Of my deceased poetry
©mimansha_bhatt -
mimansha_bhatt
32w
Perhaps the concept
Of an epic love
Is better when it is
Buried in pages
Of old grey books
Captive in the racks
Of a library
For the walls to hear
The eternal love
The happy ever after
The promise of forever and ever
Trapped in the spider webs
Covered in dust
Meant for the cliche
Hopeless romantics
Aware of the realities
Without any worries of future
With everyday almost
Being the same good old day
Just a sip of coffee
And turning the pages
©mimansha_bhatt -
mimansha_bhatt
32w
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Continued please give it a read��
Sitting under a cranky bridge
With daisies all around me
And the sky is full of hues
Of purple orange and blues
Cats dancing and dogs cuddling
And the tiny bugs lingering
A stone so cold lying aside
Waiting for the arrival of frosty night
There I am
Sitting in a corner
With a cute hair clip
And a shimmery bracelet
Humming my favourite song
Yes the same song
Which once I disliked the most
Still abhorring the melody though
Why did they ruin it again?
Admiring the lyrics though
Full of warmth and tenderness
Just like my oversized sweater
Carresses me with when I am wrecked
Wondering if I would ever be able
To pen something down
With so much elegance
And watch the inked page
While it drowns
©mimansha_bhatt
miraquill #daisies #musings #poemsporn #mirakee #warmth
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Sitting under a cranky bridge
With daisies all around me
And the sky is full of hues
Of purple orange and blues
Cats dancing and dogs cuddling
And the tiny bugs lingering
A stone so cold lying aside
Waiting for the frosty night
©mimansha_bhatt -
mimansha_bhatt
94w
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mimansha_bhatt
94w
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mimansha_bhatt
99w
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Hues of blue
Shades of red
Darkness of black
Shimmers of gold
A leaf that shed
With my fiercy wrath
In my effort to be bold
I have lost my askew
I can be vibrant
Just as a rainbow
Can make my vicinities
Ecstatic with my clouds
I can be dull
Intense and hazy
And then the other second
I can be bright as a daisy
Wrap me in any colour
You won't regret
My heart is full of hues
Carrying shades of
Every colour...
©mimansha_bhatt
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.@mirakee @writersnetwork
#colour #colorSerenity of blue
Shades of red
Darkness of black
Shimmers of gold
Paint me in any colour
You won't regret
My heart is full of hues
Plethora of every colour
©mimansha_bhatt -
mimansha_bhatt
99w
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#mirakee #writersnetwork #Poetrywednesday
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mimansha_bhatt
99w
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mimansha_bhatt
100w
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People often interrogate
Darling why are you so cold
Maybe I am dead inside
And just cold
As a corpse
©mimansha_bhatt
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daunting_phoenix
23w
Read More#coloursofdec A try :)
I associate December with the colour gray.
@/writersnetwork Thank u for EC! ��
#daysofdecember_mwThat knitted sweater was just a fancy knot
Woke up in a frenzy;
The azure sky was lit,
The letters had arrived,
The cold winds had crept in,
The warmth had left.
Made a cup of strong coffee;
The fragrance wafted all around,
Laziness spread in,
The butterfly fluttered in its sleep,
Tranquility held on like last autumn leaf.
You started knitting me a sweater;
The clouds sighed and shifted,
The sun rays fell in,
The wind blew stronger still,
December had arrived.
Midnight of mid-December;
The trees were bare and sharp,
The evening came; strong and dark,
The snow had settled, crisp and deep,
Everything made the gray December weep.
I gave the twelfth month my knitted sweater;
It looked warm in it,
The winds had stopped,
The last snow fell still,
The fog made the goodbye misty.
December had left;
With our knitted sweater,
The days didn't feel so blue,
The nights felt short,
My gray winter didn't feel so lonely anymore.
//the night sky kissed my promise of forever with December//
©daunting_phoenix -
_gk_07
23w
Read More#coloursofdec #nightsky
Edit: thank you for editors choice(31+)♡
#gk_editors_choiceTints of December
Time froze when I met December
under the ripened waxy white berries
of bushy green folioled mistletoe,
embellished with golden glistened
fairy lights and poinsettias adoring
the silver sparkling moon with it's glow.
We grabbed a venti cinnamon latte
with candy corned orange gingerbread
memories under the Van Gogh's starry night sky,
breaking the silence of white tainted winter which was hibernating beneath
the blanket of ice.
Relishing rides on scarlet sleighs we
warbled the poems with confetti and
champagne till the dawn,
when sunrays fallen upon the glassy
blueish snowflakes ❄
compelling us being homesick for summer,
In the arms of December.
©_gk_07 -
✢// Magoa
Her eyes look like unheard stories
Vermilion veins pumping poignancy
An epoch awaiting disclosure
Unraveling in the mangata of onyx moons
A thesaurus of grief grinding in
Cobblestones of twineyes
Her lips fade like unsung symphonies
Notes and notations trembling on beats
An orchestra ostracized for odds
Unveiling in the dead nocturne
A nightmare of nelipot umbrage
Pernicious pallid pillows
Her nose nests like untold thoughts
Breath by breath amassing stray strings
An abyss of alienated articles
Unwinding in the twilight of themis
A lawful lobe linked to light
Aroma of agape love
Frowns on her forehead floats unseen
Twitch of her teeth tricks unheard
Sighs of her solitude sinks unknown
Tears of her tales drowns unsaved
Beats of her bones left unfelt
Magnitude of magoa in musings
Nuances numinous as nepenthe
Yet sans a heart brimful of bliss and blues
She mourns as a mute museum mondaze
©ak_anjali_daydreamzz -
monali03
31w
Read MoreToday,
I am not scared.
Not disturbed by the decision
Between right or
Something wrong,
That seems right.
Today,
I'm not living in a daydream,
With fairy lights that blink
In August.
I sleep in some
Serene shell,
With cushions of peace
And happiness.
Give me the answer
To my riddle.
Tell me,
Who am I today?
~signing off with love.
~monali��
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#bliss #pod #wod #writersnetwork #repost #love #soul #happiness #like #poetry #miraquill #mirakee #today #challengeI live like this.
I don't know the
Difference between
Poetry and innocence.
~Monali
©monali03 -
In purplized velvety clouds
filled with red dew drops
I found blueth paradise
on greeny shore of ocean
©beleza_ -
love_whispererr
32w
Read MoreA CONFESSION FOR TOMORROW
Tomorrow
I may forget those
rhymes of your poem
I may not remember
your sumptuous sonnets
Let me paint you with the
umbrageous syllables now
below the billows of a welkin
and inlay my soul
with the cheerful stars
and your maiden moon.
Tomorrow
I may not knuckle
your face with my fingers
I may scroll your elegies
before gulping them
Let me drown now inside
the ocean of your diadem
with the wreaths of orchids,
tulips and daffodils
I, a wallflower, again ween
to be your austere hem.
Tomorrow
The death may kiss
my delicate clavicle
I may abut the stars
without bidding a final goodbye
Let me breathe now inside
the soliloquies of the worm moon
before the death could
scald my red tongue
Let me chug those
curtains of memories
for the last time darling.
~those broken crayons in my bag are
screaming inside the emptiness of life.
©bidya
(This poem is written from the point of view of a dissociative identity disorder (DID) personality)
#Combination #confessionc #wod
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Metanoia
Playing a harp made of
Splayed ribs and heartstrings
She sang the saddest lines
Spinning webs of daydreams
Which girdled my throat
I walk along the parted seas of sins
Tracing the paths of
Marigolds and moonflowers
Under a listless sky
©edward_3355 -
winter_moon
32w
Read MoreHello everyone ❤️🦋
#wild
I didn't know how to make wild beautiful. I didn't know how to clarify a wild loin as an animal of love. I didn't know how to call the drops of blood, the vapours of the red rose. I didn't know how to cure all that can't be healed. All I knew was the hallucinating words that told me to see the things that didn't exist. 🌻
Born as a single flake of snow.,
Who would find me amidst the frozen peaks
But that speck of dusk
Smudged on me, the purple wounds
And those sunken scars
The burns of failures, they call my name
and talk about my shades of wounds.
I would be no different, it would’ve been
A translucent raindrop just like you
But I’m filled with the fortune of muck
That flickers and pierces in me.
I don’t know about your rainbow-filled wings
But mine are ebony and wild
Full of tales from the skies and the hazes.
I was born as a flaw, messed and drowned
And I don’t know about your silver shine
But only a wild flaw fits on the moon.
Winter_moon
#wod #pod #imagery
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I was born as a flaw, messed and drowned
And I don’t know about your silver shine
But only a wild flaw fits on the moon.
Winter_moon -
aheshu
32w
Pursuit
The day's half-done for those who wore white collars to work today.
For me, the day's just begun as
The telephone recorder screams I've been fired and
A hungry cat purrs in acknowledgement.
She too, it seems, has fired me.
The wine's worn off.
The shirt tattered from last night's fight.
The eye swollen by a wayward punch that caught me by surprise.
The bed next to me held a beautiful lady in her arms yesterday.
She's gone, and so is my wallet.
My car keys. My jammies.
But she was oh-so-beautiful!
And I know where to find her again tonight.
©aheshu -
finnisam
32w
One of heavenly hope may sing
And a pagan may strum the lyre.
In the same world is Christ crowned King
And idols by the senseless forged in fire.
Love may burn with the flinging of an arrow,
Or may be the source of every being.
The gate may be broad or may be narrow,
And the blind can walk as if seeing.
Olympus may be the highest height
That in another world exists,
Or it may be that ‘tis Heaven dight
In heathenish and unseemly myths.
One and all may be the same,
Or truth may yet be found
In the recesses of ancestral shame,
Does now grace abound?
Adam of clay inbreathed by God on high,
Or man by Promethean fire.
On the Cross, Man utters a final sigh,
The breath that beckons higher.
