Art of communication
WORDS are just raw in dictionarywhen put together verbal or writtenare precious jewels to be woven with care.©sproutedseeds28.10.21
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Every one becomes a poet
Every season has a storyBut in Autumn when the crispy leaves burythe nature looks very prettyEvery heart sings of glory,verses of beauty in their mind floatinto beautiful quotesechoed by the breeze and from birdsexpression of their joy in wordsfor the readers to relateEveryone becomes a poet.©sproutedseeds26.10.21
#wod#metaphor#writersnetwork#miraquill#ceesrepostsWhen poet is in turmoilMind like a BATTLEFIELDwar between positive and negative thoughtsHe takes his quill accepting his weakness and strengthpours out his emotions into the poetry.
A poets' quill inhales thoughtsand exhales poetry.©sproutedseeds25.10.21
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Homesweet homea beautiful abode.Vibesare positivealways feeling blessed.Eldersshower lovecare and concern.Theyare Angelsin human form.©sproutedseeds24.10.21
Most people are aiming for the skyearning awfully goodbut living deadin the deafening silencefeeling alone in the small crowdis the open secret.This is life in a metro cityWhat a pity!!!©sproutedseeds23.10.21
One should keep adding feathers to his cap without ruffling his attitude by being down to earth while flying high fulfilling dreams of success.21.10.21©sproutedseeds
#wod#refrain#writersnetwork#miraquill#ceesreposts3rd line in every stanza is a proverband " not" my own.
ENJOY LIFE (refrain)
Every Morning sun riseswith a day full of hopesMake hay when the sun shinesDon't die before death comes!Love, laugh, live this one lifebefore moments become memoriesTime and tide waits for noneDon't die before death comes!!God has scheduled our lifethere is a timing for every miracleDo not push the river it will flow by itselfDon't die before death comes!!!What has to happen will happenblame game is a wastePatience is the mother of virtueDon't die before death comes!!!!© sproutedseeds20.10.21
Mind is tricky, tempting and looses its controlat times leaving behind the beauty of a well knitted family into a faded one.#wod#end#writersnetwork#miraquill#ceesreposts@writersnetwork thank you for the like♥️@miraquill thank you for editor's choice ❤️
Meeting after a long gapI was eager to click a snapwhen together our memories wrapinto the past journey on the map.I guessed and judgedher smile was a liewords were sugar coatedexpression were artificially painted.But when her scars revealedshe confessed of being cheatedby her own father who was her hero,role model but ditched her foranother lady after her mother's death,I thought that father daughter bondingwould last forever, but I was wrong.©sproutedseeds19.10.21
What is black?A self made, non judgmental frame of mind.©sproutedseeds17.10.21
What is Golden orange?The month of October covered withcrisp happiness all over letting fallto rise again in the new year ahead.©sproutedseeds17.10.21
words, are whispers of windwraps whacked winter in warmth of wellbeingweaves, whimsical wallflower with waves of welkin.©game_of_life
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Undressing the silence,I string words together,Labeling them as poetry!©inked_selenophile
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Wise is the person who
acquires knowledge of all words
but practices only the minimal©writergirl_inks
A Very Futile Search
Whether the gray-haired man is an incorrigible optimist or one who is off his rocker, I leave it to the readers to judge. A Futile SearchThe gray-haired man was looking everywhereFor a being that had become scarce or rare,To find one such became his life's missionAnd he strove hard to achieve his ambition.For years he continued his searchLike a scientist doing a research,But he couldn’t get what he was at,People started calling him a nut.He had grown gray with the hunt,He continued his efforts with a grunt,Huffing and puffing and fagged out,But he seemed to have a heart stout.One day someone asked himWhen the day had turned dim,What he was looking for,Searching everywhere, near and far.The old man answered in a voice full of woe,“Dear, I have nothing at present to showFor I haven’t found the thingThat will to me happiness bring.I’m for an Honest Politician spying,Days, months and years are flying,I have been dying to find one,But so far I have found none".The man fell into a silence deepAnd seemed almost asleep,But soon he came to lifeWith an answer to the old man’s strife."Honesty and politics are poles apart everLike water and oil they mix never,So abandon your futile questAnd try to enjoy the overdue rest"He continued with a face deadpan,“You’ll surely find such a manWhen you’ll in the sun find iceOr when people speak no lies”.On hearing this, the old man's face fell,He seemed to be under a spell,Neither a sigh nor a sound escaped him,He was left to pursue his whim.Raghav28.10.2021©raghavendran
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Tick tock tickBeaming of sunRuptures the stillness in airsmall and adult feet off their hallucinationary stateRuining peace, Kitchen, utnesils and tiffinsBig black bags full of anxiety and lagsRunning , rushing, finding their escapesbehind the cascading imaginingsCripples and panicsVoid and depressionDoubts and insecuritieschildhood to adulthoodLosing oneself to future victoriesGrade A or the vague digitsA baseless perimiterDragging through obsolete pagesDrowning in the halycon of life chasesBarely together, we hideMasquerading behind delusional wallVandalize our sufferingsWith plastic coated smiles And big bang philosophiesForgetting In the end What remains is us! Alone in the rugged holeYet when asked about lifeWe wear a fancy facadeAnd stands silently shunnedWhere you me and everyone else turns a poet©lovethatneverfades
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When the world sleeps, words awake in my mindWhen the light falls, darkness rises in the realmWhen the voices fade, lexicons shout aloudAnd when the tears dry, ink rains over my heart ©ak_anjali_daydreamzz
"Words, words were truly alive on the tongue, in the head
Warm, beating, frantic, winged; music and blood
But then I was young."
– Ann Duffy
--Today, write a 3 line poetry about words.--
Tag with #words and share.
Try this interesting challenge!
POETIC POTPOURRI by lovenotes_from_carolyn An awareness of deep pain And the knowledge of great pleasure A lifetime of lamentsSeveral heartaches, for good measure A wild imagination Inquisitive, by nature A disdain for rigid rules A distaste for nomenclature Inspired by art and beauty And enlightening conversations Intrigued by the sky above The moon and constellations A love for the written word That borders on obsessionA flair for artful penning A knack for self-expression When all the above come together Quite soon, before you know itIf the time and place are right Everyone becomes a poet. ©lovenotes_from_carolyn 10/26/2021#end #wod #miraquill #writersnetwork
Word of the day: CruelTag and share with #cruelc
You are shaking fists & trembling teeth.I know:you did not mean to be cruel.That does not mean you were kind.– Venetta Octavia
Random quotes exploration
1. Simile tothe poetries squeakas cradle to literary contradictions.2. Dead canvasscatter as splatteredambiguity regardless ofwithered seasonal notion.3. Randomness are like poeticcontemplation, shocking the senses to core.4. Chaos exemplify as soulfulstructure to buried solitude.5. Exploration segregate as pearl,to thrive preciousness of deep sea.