I spill out my deepest feelings into words.
I could have been anyonea million things to do -but my heart decided to go on a cataclysmic track of weaving the poetries out of my misery.©26as
Search yourselfIn my poetries -You'll find yourselfwell tangled to each linefor there lingers a fragrancethat my soul prospers.©26as
I got a deep cut on my fingerwhile using a sharp knife,It was my mistake becauseof using it too recklessly -but now I've known its sharpness and i also know how to heal myself.©26as
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You always travel with meIn a mysterious way.Although you're not hereBut still, I feel like you're somewhere around me.©26as
Say 1000 nice phrases and one unkind word to themI guarantee you'll be remembered for that one hateful wordtill the end of time.©26as
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How tyrannical it would beto let go of someone you lovewithout even telling them.©26as
She can quieten the chaos within your mindby giving you tranquillity through her glimpse.©26as
You're a celestial messI never wanna puzzle outlosing my sense of wonder.©26as
You can always discover who you really are with what you actually have within yourself.©26as
living is not enough if you don't learn how it feels like you're not living.©26as
#mirakee #writersnetwork #mosaic #wodI woke up to witness a pleasant surprise.....@writersnetwork thanks..❤...Thanks all the wonderful people for your kind reposts . Stay blessed Thanks hugely @mirakee ❤..for EC
Poems are mosaics, made of broken pieces of heart,Blank verses holding,the bits of shattered bondsAnd the dissonance drawing the dying dreams to a sky beyond.Imagery with its intense senses Echoes with the alliteration of past adoration Love clings on the crossword of consonance.And finds its way through the pastoral romanticism .Poets yet talk of promises in their soliloquy, Tears in their lacrymals fall in free verses And rain new rhymes of hopes with an alluring buoyancy .©yamini_sinha
Melancholic scrap turned, into paradise of happiness,creating a euphoric stereotype, folding radiance of sanguine at face, and gloom-ridden folds at the corners. They astonished, " It's magic in her touch."But, She smiled, " Origami from heart."©_gk_0713.05.2021#wod #origami #mirakee #writersbay #writersnetwork #ceesreposts @mirakee @writersnetwork @writersbay@_gk_07
Her origami skills delusioned everyone, If she folds the paper or her essence. ©_gk_07
Despair can never be dissolved through escape and now it's a routine.©shwetasays
#proverb @mirakee Love...
It's real and will never be over...©shwetasays
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I learnt how to hold fragile words on my hand without breaking them©thepoet
I dwale in my own destination, finding myself crying in poetry.Hoping that my pen draw me a sign of right direction. Now I'm lost in words too.—©miss_silentlyweird#concretepoetry #wod #pod#mirakee #dwalec #shapepoetryLost in time too so I just made it quick.
In the fantasy of mine,I was flying over the clouds,Seeing the aesthetics of glittering stars,Which were glowing like diamonds. The whole world was slumbering. The crowded town wholly appeared deserted,The street was desolated.Only I was enjoying over the clouds.Suddenly, a spaceship came, Landed only a meter in front of mine.Lift me and took me with them,And went to the journey of the universe.Abruptly, My mother put water on my face, Felt that my face got wet and I woke up,A dream that I dreamt of is still incomplete,Don't know when it will be witnessed again.©abdulmuktadir19
Have penned down my first poem. @zahir_barbhuiya@mirakee@writersnetwork#firstpoem
Beyond my control!
The dusk was candescent,The sun was radiant.I was walking in the footway, Envisioning the human society.Some were busy at their work;Some were playing,Me, thinking about,To write my first poem.After not finding any topic; Looked at the neighboring,Saw many things. Which should not be betided. The world is so unseeing;If a blind cross the road,Without helping him,They rather laugh at him. But, it is beyond my control. The world is so rude If there takes place an accident,Without taking him to hospital,They rather take a selfie.But, it is beyond my control. The world is so merciless,When their parents become old,Without taking care of them,They rather leave them to old age home.But, it is beyond my control. I stand still, just gazing at the neighboring;Many questions are fighting with my mindHow our ancestors used to be, And what have we become?©abdulmuktadir19
//P A N C H T T A T V A - Another mother of life//I'm the panchtatva who belongs to haridwarI flow in the pristine and holy river G A N G Athey perform a ritual an A A R T I of me in every dim sunand binding lights of eveningfor the peace of every soulthe A S H E S of forgotten life'smix-up in my embraceI keep them safein the deepest and the darkest secrets of minethe mograthe jasminethe gendathe camphor each smoke and A U R A chant the mantra's everyday to stay beneath methe drizzles that cries from the huge R O O F completes my lifeyes! I'm the panchttatvawith my quintet I give a life to the whole universeI'm the panchttatvaanother mother of life.©aditii_@squared I planned to write this before you asked me.Ngl but this is one of the prompts I did whole-heartedly.(I believe the BG actually represents the whole panchttatva.)@writersnetwork #elements #wod #pod
//P A N C H T T A T V A - Another mother of life//