One weeped for joy one moment.
Next belated laughter felt the
stinging pain of loss
A precious energy once so tightly
entwined though out their lives
Unexpectedly,
vanished from their loving sight
except in memories and pictures
Feeling the pull of death
snatching thread from a beloved sweater; causing their life to become practically unravel....
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An effervescent soul striving to beam poetically in HIS light...perhaps you’ll relate.
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Pic credit - Taken from an sneezerville article on Pinterest
“Death, where is your victory?”
“Death, where is your sting? “ (1Co 15:55 )
Until it is asked👆🏽& “death is swallowed up forever” (1 Co 15:54) 👉🏽 an unexpected loss of a precious one can cause us to feel as if one life has become undone no matter how much time has past. -
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Pic credit - Found on a Done Dreaming article on Pinterest, credit given to unknown artist.
Taking a brief poetry break...Writer Block’s
devious cohorts
are now blocking my cell
or causing unexpected
Mirakee’s glitches.
Writer’s Block,
it’s only a temporary
set back by you until
I’m freed agin from their
(your) writing clutches!
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poetryly 4d
Not again! Not again! Yes it happen again
actually not only just today. It happen other times before. So I try to stay in the habit of copying & past keeping drafts notes just in case but was lack following the procedure after I was finish🤦🏽
What am I complaining about, you wonder? You know the familiar complaint, after you finally wrote than edit...repeatedly. Finally, you got the words just so right and somehow your your cell, the app, the slip of your hand....at the moment it doesn’t matter...you just know you lost everything you just written in the blink of eye and it poetry hurts🤕!
I know I’m a poet in a rambling rant but actually it doesn’t matter...it just poetry stings when you lose anything...no matter if the write was brief or lengthy🥺
So after MUCH strolling though past posts, I finally found this when it occurred before (at that time it was my fault). This time I couldn’t tell if it was my phone or an app glitch...it doesn’t’t matter it still hurts either way🤒
My previous repost below with a slight change in time at the end. It’s still a true story except no drugs have been involved except in the writer’s comparable imagination.
WORD ADDICT ERROR
I haven’t written a prose in days,
still recovering
from the crack of what happen to
my lined words on the page.
I was a bit high strung from
inhaling the joy of what I had written.
Getting that familiar writer’s ink high
when verses flows though the veins like
paper cocaine.
Don’t deny,
you’ve partake of the stuff too,
it’s a writer’s addiction.
As a bonafide writing junkie,
feening to post my scripted drug of choice,
allowing fellow writerheads
get a slight buzz as well.
A second hand sniff of my poetry dust.
Until I made a common word addict mistake,
with just the slight slip of my finger,
before I could even share
I DELETED IT.
Oh how it hurt!
An involuntarily poetry detox
causing my own pain with my word usage.
So if today you heard
a guttural cry on Mirakee,
I’ll confess it was me,
after I lost my fix!
©poetryly
Hey, I haven’t had a real rant in ages...I was kinda waaay overdue😆Not Again!
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poetryly 4d
#imemyselfc #writersbay
Image credit - Bitmoji app
ALTERNATELY HER
She’s perceived less
brilliance but only a selected
few identify her comparable beauty
She’s comparatively
regarded to costume
jewel...a bauble...a trinket
not quite as valued
Immeasurable times
her shine been overlooked
she isn’t a bonafide diamond,
she’s borne from
a different cut
When her form of beauty
is quite needed,
how quickly they adorn her
She readily Illuminate,
as usual that’s just how
she sparkles
When her glow is not needed
she’s thoughtlessly left
in solidarity confinement
Being easily dismissed
time after time truly
feels quite dimming even so
she continually kept glowing
Too long she erroneously
believed her radiance was
based on others opinion
of her worth
Until she finally started
realizing she’s a veritable gem
even though she’ll not
valued as true diamond,
She’s more liken to
a Cubic Zirconia not rare
yet still a bedazzling spectacle
in her own right!
©poetryly
To ALL the Cubic Zirconias who feeling underrated...NEVER FORGET....you’re a gemstone of a different cut!They Shine!
They readily Illuminate,
as usual that’s just how
they sparkles
When their glow is not needed
they’re thoughtlessly left
in solidarity confinement
Being easily dismissed
time after time truly
feels quite dimming even so
they continually kept glowing
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I AM
I’m emphatically
apologetically
unapologetically
realistically
bitmojically
ME
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Her poetry;
simply
complex.
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Swiftly,
her profound grief
gradually became bittersweet.
After losing two precious souls
one in an unexpected death,
one who expectedly left.
In the consistent lengthy process
of mourning she inconsistently
shorten herself grieving.
She’ll eventually recover
and change while momentarily
never being the same.
While wholeheartedly
misplacing herself in mourning;
she reluctantly discovered
herself in healing.
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Image credit - Bitmoji app
Record cover photo given to right owner.
Uploaded by Michelle Lyons on Pinterest
Thanks Robert Hazard for writing such a FUN song for Cindy Lauper to put her free-spirited spin on it...it’s still a writing classic!Hey Lauper,
Sometimes
time after time
POETS
just wanna rock
their true colors
with their verses
& have fun too!
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Meme Image taken from YouTuber ShineThatLight73 but photo credit give n to original owner
That above pic is taken from Sally’s Field iconic Oscar moment that’s been memed & repeated, fried dyed and laid to the side used so many times. Funny, I didn’t view when originally exclaimed. Ok, I’m kinda sorta kinda revealing my age (maybe😏) or you are revealing yours silently if you wondering Sally Who😆?
Preface - Imagination about to run🏃🏽♀️in overdrive 🙇🏽♀️ Ok, you been warned if you must read on👇🏽
*Imagination💭”
If Mirakee decided to give me a writing award for my previous hyperbole post and for a few others of my corny comedy piffle during Covid. I would pull out my fancy BUT now three-size too small YET I would squeeze in it anyway and it would surprisingly fit fabulously 💃🏽 Hey😲, this is my imaginary write...if you want to continue attending shhh🤫on any negative thoughts.
Back to my fantasy💭 when Mirakee surprisingly announces my name poetryly you have won!!! I’ll appear modestly but impressively shocked😱.
As I stand at the podium with a few of my writing peeps & you in the audience (kidding😂, I know you were rooting for me all along).
I would in that instance accept my win🏆 and join the Sally Oscar party, correction👉🏽 parody (spell-check I know what word I meant 🤦🏽) As I was saying💁🏽 imitating in Sally’s Oscar speech I would open my arms wide and scream instead
Mirakee,
You Get Me!
You really Get Me!
to the few still actually reading this imaginative ramble,
really you following all of this😆?
Like I said earlier,
You Get Me!
You really Get Me!
Or Do you🤣 ?
after reading all of that😉?Parody Meme
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poetryly 1w
#hyperboles #wod
Cartoon image credit - Disney’s Emperor’s New Groove
Now if you remotely think this is funny or even twisted your mouth in a slight grin. Or if you rolled your eyes a bit🙄, ya’ll my kinda of writing peeps🥸
Hey, just having some corny hyperboles writing fun😂 nothing more... nothing less,
at least for now lol.“Me - “Mirror Mirror, I’m SO old.
Mirror - “ How old”?
Me - “I stole from Father Time”
©poetryly
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mirakee 20h
Gear up Mirakeeans!
~
Get creative, go to writing contests in the Creative Arena and participate in the ongoing "Conversation building" challenge to win a trophy..
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inkandfable670 2w
" Looks "
I love the way I am
Remind myself again and again
Meetings with people starts stirring my brain
A number of thoughts,preferences ,likes and dislikes,
Make me to think about myself twice,
How can I be confident without an ideal height,
Try vibrant colours on the skin which isn't so white ,
Without big bright eyes I'm not a beautiful face,
Can't put on every dress because people call me fat,
How can I look gorgeous if I'm underweight,
A thought I have kept in my mind always,
Is getting fade day by day,
Today I'm questioning myself again,
Whether my thoughts were actual or fake.
©inkandfable670
I have seen people considering themselves not beautiful just because they are not fulfilling the beauty scale or the so called beauty standards. That's really a bitter reality of our society which is somewhere and some how created by us..
Its time to let our mind free from these stereotypes which defines someone ugly or beautiful just on basis of his/her looks.
Sorry for the typos and grammatical errors...
pic credit _ Pinterest
#mirakee #poetry
#pod #wod
#looks #beauty
#beautytest #change
#stereotypes #writing
#wod #pod
#writing #mirakeeworld
#mirakeefamily
@writersnetwork
@miss_silentlyweird
@fromwitchpen
@_iram_" Looks "
-
Candle
Don't illuminate someone
else's life by losing your
own existence.
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inkandfable670 4d
' The more social the more lies ',
Millions and millions are connected
with social sites
A blur world lights up with lies,
where someone is in else's disguise
Possesses unsatisfactory quench of likes,
Hustling and running just to be an active part
while our dear ones are getting apart,
Their genuine praise and admiration
doesn't matter
Comments creamed with pleasing
words make flutter.
So addicted, submerging deep in,
Glitch in hearts, complaining others
all are so busy haven't time for us,
Pay attention what we actually do ,
finding new and losing true,
Be aware and think twice,
Are we really being social or
entangling in the cobweb of lies?
©inkandfable670
#mirakee #mirakeefamily
#mirakeeworld #socialmedia
#sad #reality #thoughts
@writersnetwork
@miss_silentlyweird
@blessed_beauty
@mirakee @mirakeeworld
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inkandfable670 2d
As I love flowers......
An Ode To My Flowers......
O darlings of summer
O mates of spring
O friends of winter
Don't get jealous, when
I bring, some new comers ,
I'm lucky to have you all
Enjoy your delightful company,
Amidst you, some are cared more by me
Hope you don't get angry, live with harmony,
O ROSE FLOWER,
You are really brave and adventurous
Surrounded with thorns, but never gets hurts,
Teach me how to bloom beautifully
Even in millions of obstacles ,
O JASMINE FLOWER,
You are pure, simple and virtuous
Teach me how to keep goodness in me
As you hide fragrance in your petals
Which can be feel, but not visible ,
O CHRYSANTHEMUM FLOWER,
The beloved of chilly winter
No doubt, you are stronger than I think
That's why you befriended with dead human beings
Teach me how to embrace death with no fears,
O Flowers ,
Which are hanging on a feeble vine
How do you count on stems so weak
Teach me how to climb on highest peak
Even with my fully broken feet,
O my lovely flowers,
You all are dearer to my heart,
Pardon me, if I forget to water
When the cruel sunny rays fall,
Skips the care , that you need
When I'm indulged in regular deed,
I know, you all are so humble
Love me as I love you,
My balcony looks like a little garden
All thanks to you.
©inkandfable670
#wod #pod
#flowers #learn
#ode #mirakee
@writersnetwork
@miss_silentlyweird
@_iram_
@blessed_beauty
@fromwitchpen
I'm so happy to see @writersnetwork liked my post:
Thank you so much @writersnetworkAn Ode to
my Flowers
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inkandfable670 1d
Sometimes I ask who am I ?
Am I a flower of someone's garden?
Looks beautiful filled with fragrance
But couldn't bloom in other's land
No matter how much I burnt in rays
Cheering all with a happy face always
Sometimes badly broken inside
Yet so vibrant and so bright
A flower bed, a pot or vase, gardener
Chooses where should I be placed
Neither can I unfurl my petals
Nor allowed to shrivel myself
My gardener loves me and cares a lot
But often cuts my branches off
I bloom again with new seed
Because his orchid never allow me to weep
I got my life but that's not mine ,
That's is all the gardener (society) reminds.
©inkandfable670
I just tried to expressed the inner tale of those flowers that grow in everyone's garden and unintentionaly makes the gardeners angry , it faces the prickly sun rays, slaps of stormy wind and many more things with a cheerful face.
#mirakee
#mirakeeworld
#mirakeefamily
#rhetoric
@mirakee
@miss_silentlyweird
@writersnetwork
#sad #feminism
#taleofaflower
#mood #life
#feminist
#thoughts#hurt
#pod #wod
#poem #brokenA Flower's Tale
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baliwsayo 3d
You're not selfish for wanting the same energy and love you give.
©baliwsayo
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baliwsayo 3d
Why me?
Look at me.
I have hair that refuse to settle down.
My face is not exactly flattering.
And also I do not have a killer body.
So why me? "said I".
He replied: you know, I look at you and I see the most beautiful woman.Truth to be told, I did not think I will have to answer a question of this sort. -
My poem
I have learned to drown with poem,
To flow with poem,
Poem is my life,
Poem is my world!
I don't know where life will reach,
As far as my poem is with me,
I am searching the special way of life,
May be my poem is also doing the same!
I never thought that-
I would write poem in every portion of life,
I used to drown by read poet's poem,
But today I am drowning in my poem,
May be this is the wonder of my poem.
©Shilpa. -
wilmaneels1 4d
It should make you happy
To say goodbye to it today
So many days before this one
You loathe yourself
You could not look in the mirror
Without tears rolling down your face
Finally today you can look up
Unashamedly
You have grown into love
It looks so darn good on you
You are glowing
Say goodbye to low self esteem once and for all
Tell her to delete your address
To unpin your location
Because you have located your self worth again
©wilmaneels1
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