When I feel pain,
I write two words on the pages of life
Moon so mysterious #mirachee#mirakee #writersofinstagram #poetry #writersnetwork #writer #quotes #wordporn #love #poems #writing #writersofig #quoteoftheday #yourquote #writerscommunity #quote #stories #writersofmirakee #mirakeewriters #ttt #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #writersofindia #instagram #writingcommunity #indianwriters #life #lovequotes #poetsociety #mirakeeworld #bhfyp
Look at the silver ball up there,Emitting ray of hope in the dark ,Surrounded by countless friends ,Though alone.Seems smiling at me I ponder to its mystery,So fascinating©muted_voice
Today life is a struggle .Struggle for everything and this makes life hectic.#mirachee #bhfyp #poetrycommunity #poems
Struggle to fit in Struggle to be perfect.Struggle to be best Struggle to be loved .Struggle to be remembered Struggle to be favorite.©muted_voice
Poetry comes from the highest happiness or the deepest sorrow.
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Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things.
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In this cloudy night I miss the starsThough I enjoy the rain ,I miss the starsTwinkling in the night sky .©muted_voice
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In this world of trillions I really feel alone In the world of perfection I really feel wrong.©muted_voice
Word Prompt: Write a word short write-up on Journey#mirachee #bhfyp #writerscommunity #writersnetwork #mother
From sperm to ova,From mother's worm to mother's world .From fetus to an adult ..©muted_voice
Word Prompt: Write a 8 word micro-tale on Ambition
Her talen and fierce ,Made him successful poet.
Word Prompt: Write a 10 word micro-tale on Regret#mirachee #bhfyp #regret #feel #lyf #likeforlik #LIKE #follow #art #writing #writersnetwork
I dont regret for past, But for the time wasted on fakes
Word Prompt: Write a 10 word one-liner on Silently
In the silent night ,There goes a scary picture .
You are one of those beautiful feelings, which I can't express in words...
all she wants is someone to look at her and see the person she hides so well
यदि कविता एउटा मान्छे भएको भएऊ बृद्ध महिला हुने थिइन्उनी आशा को छितिज मा पुगेरनिराशा को बादल बनेर फर्किन्खरानी जस्तै उड्ने चाहना छतर आफू जन्मेको भूमिको मोह ले बाँधेर राखेको छअझैं पनि नियती को तीतो सत्यस्वीकार गर्न हिक्मत छैन
Suicide at the age of ninety-eight
If poetry was a person, it would be an old aged woman who breathes ordeal, She has walked through the horizon of hopeand come back with an ocean of despairIn between,wanting to wither peacefully like ashes,yet, not ready to leave the familiar landstill not willing to accept the dark truth of existenceBlurred vision of life captured in damp glassesclean mirrors reflect uneven ragged complexion, the wrath of the deity or long-lasting fate fault?Not the beauty of face or shades of skin noticedhope clouded by abandoned generation,is it wonders of time?Broken teeth chewing bitterness, betrayalnot the vigilance but deception offered to hugmemories of awful history are vivid, however, the present seems to be hazywhile reminiscing the radiant pastscared to embrace the dark future, Wrinkles and aging as an undesirable giftgiven to a tired soul whose handsare unable to unwrap the packets ofendurance yet, living in an empty roomwhere four rusty walls,looks like four decent reasons to departAt the lawn, brown rotten leaves of greens, are noticeable, however, grandchildren playing hide-and-seekdancing along with spring is nowhere near heart belongs to the old homebut the family resides in exotic citiesmiles away from where hope liesnow wishes are frozen forever, desire perishedAlone in the realm of young folks who are active and enthusiastic old aged captured by sickness a bit aggressive and passive longing for sons,waiting for daughtersdesire to live vanished In the end,death always wins©fairytales_
#rebirth #mirakee #pod #wod #kri_k_sni Thxx for the EC @mirakee Thxx for the❤️ @writersnetwork ----------------------------------I wish I could crawl out of my skin, fold it in layerslike calculated murder,and burn any traceof the revolting vessel.It would writhein hot, scorching fires,agony pouring from dead poresas its sins and flawsmingle with the flames.Smoke and ash is all that’s left -pollution that trailed behind youlike a shadow,and now it turns the air greyin the shape of your body.
Rebirth How many times must I destroy myselfbefore I can truly identify as myself. I have burned like the flames of a Phoenix,rebirthed as a new me.Yet at every end of the cycle,I feel nothing like myself.Who am I truly©kri_k_sni
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It's been a while... I'm stuck on a blank page.My pen seems to be paralysed. And my ink void.It's not like I don't feel anything now, but I feel a "feeling unknown". I bite my nails to suppress the urge to rip off my skinto see what lies underneath.Like the poet in me, the candle may die out soon.Again the night will envelop me to calm the chaos in me.And I'll open my eyes to another day,another feeling, another melancholy another poem that I'll never be able to write!©in_shaa
Look at the stars I wish to be that oneWho cuts the edge of my rage and shapes me into a shell of peace.Amongst the starry skiesit is a sprinkler of fair elegance and glamour of my lucid dawnsWho staples my uncertainty with its coldnessand burns my grief like the satellite sun.It freezes my harmony like the moon’s presencein the forever sky,behind the bushes ofthe misty meadow clouds.It brings the despise of myselfinto the knees and claps upon my courageous soul who rhythms sonnet of “overcome darkness”upon her chest.It gifts me the essence of poesyand spreads my gloom over nightfor I should not see them againtomorrow in the daylight.When I was breathing the mournful minutesand those doleful dismal days,I vented my verses and poems under that one star.That star wasn’t a star but a gleam paving from my cracked window into my homegiving me a ray of hope to live again.It taught me the potential of loneliness and polished my acne with its shine.For the darkness can’t make you die but can makeyou rise by the one peak of spark.It taught me the power of darkness more than the power of light,for stars are still the stars even if few shine a little less.©squared#lessons #ragec /Congratulations!!On Editor’s Choice Squared.🦦/Edit:@mirakee @writersnetworkTHANKYOU SO MUCH FOR GIVING OUT YOUR TIME AND FOR READING THIS.💎You are my mentor.Sending virtual hugs to all the writers here,who gave their precious time on me. Thankyou so much for gifting me your kind wishes and comments.❤️Getting POD under 5 months is a blissful blessing.28th April’ 20219:24 PMWednesday MY 1st POST OF THE DAY🎉I admire you squared🤍
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Trees areWomen of the Earth,who carry the weight of an ecosystem on their shoulders, The wet mud on their roots, they wear as anklets,bangles and crowns of sun forged gold set in the jade green of leaves, they wear proudly, as the marks of a queen,and when Autumn wages war against them and plunders the gold green away,They still stand tall.Mother and Elder Sister, they play all the time; theyconnect every member of Nature's chaotic family,They giveendlessly and just like women,They are cut down.©artemiswrites
God, I'm too tired!Can I talk to you for a while?This place is too toxic.The air is too poisoned.People here won't listen.Others just don't care.I want to give up.But a part of me wants to fight.I'm too weak.I'm lost.I don't know how to deal with it anymore.I need some advice.The people I thought would care.Are the one's that's giving me more heartaches.God, I'm too tired!My mind is in a dark place.All I think about is an escape.All I think about is death.My heart is bleeding.I'm too torn inside.I had no one to talk too.Someone told me to reach out to you.He said you can help me.He said you always listen.So I thought to give it a try.It might help ease the burden I hide.Maybe you will wipe my tears at night.Maybe you might sing me a lullabye.God, I'm too tired!Please help me.Help me clear my mind.Lead me to a clear path.Save me from the souls who keeps on hurting me.Save me from the mouths who spits on me.Save me from the hands that are choking me.I know you can hear me.Please give me a sign to feel alright.Hoping tomorrow is better than today.Yours truly,Kali