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stark19
11w
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stark19
12w
CHANGE
That change was like a big attack on my good memories.
©stark19
24july. 21 -
Life
There is no destination
of any life
till the death.
©stark19
18july. 21 -
stark19
15w
penny stock
Lack of trust
makes the market fail,
new people come in life
like new investors.
©stark19
3jul. 21 -
ALIVE
I went through many failures, living each time to give them another chance.
@stark19
22june . 2021 -
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stark19
31w
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System
Default in the system
is the gateway to capitalism.
©stark19
9mar 21 -
stark19
41w
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birds of my thoughts.
©stark19 -
stark19
44w
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Life
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piu_writes
7w
Let the fog of dillusion be removed from the human mind only then will he find his brotherin in every mankind
©piu_writes -
amazingme
14w
You deserve to be loved and only loved.
Only that single person
Can bring peace to your chaos
Only if he loves your each and every
Pieces of your soul.
If not both of you will
Never find peace in heart.
Anu Kc -
amazingme
11w
If words are not making sense
Recite loud as a poetry
That will take you to
The different world.
See beyond that clouds
See beyond that hills
You will see the heaven
Build behind these
Anu Kc -
HOWEVER LONG
by lovenotes_from_carolyn
"As long as..." hmm...
How curious, that phrase
For it strives to set restrictions
In the subtlest of ways
I'll not place limits on my love
Nor the impermanence of time
I will not limit my emotions
As such an act would seem a crime
There will be no ultimatums
Nor the burden of conditions
For my love does not expire
It can't be caged by superstitions
So do right by me, or wrong
The choice is yours to make
But I will not say "as long as"
Nay, I'll not make that mistake.
©lovenotes_from_carolyn 8/16/2021 -
neha_netra
8w
तुम होते तो बात और होती ;
तुम्हारे हिज़्र से बेहतर ,
तुम्हारी याद होती .!
©neha_netra -
radnika
8w
Read More#autobiography
# writers network thank you for the EC
# writers network and miraquill thank you for PODAutobiography of a Poetry
Ensconced in the yellowing pages
Of a beloved and cherished book,
I feel blissful to be loved
By the gentle and kind hearts.
The monosyllables weave together
My beautiful, elegant spirit,
That captures the essence and soul
Of truly charismatic beings.
I'm in love with my existence,
The deep yearnings of beating hearts
Exuding desire and passion,
Through my every interstice.
I'm the the healing release
For tortured souls, looking for solace,
Pouring out emotions that hurt
Into my embrace, they salvage
The fragments of their broken hearts.
I live in the minds of those,
Their memories who keep alive
Through the fusion of words and feelings,
Wrapped up in my rhyme.
©radnika -
Autobio(graph)y of time
I'm an evening hue,
Filtered in moisture of twilight,
Crimping lunatic arc in all around
I'm shape of mid- night poetry,
Hugs of dusk are my prologue
Warmth of day is my journal,
I'm an eve-home of migrated birds
Waits of two lover end in my days,
I'm golden noon of autumn
Monsoon and Summer are my rhyme,
Verses of seasons fluctuate in me
Adorning sun in envelope of clouds,
Travelling betwixt yesterdays and tomorrows
I'm each passing moment in diary of life,
My abode is death but still continuous to next
I'm a fragrant time;never ends to start.
©lady_witch -
writersbay
8w
We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race.
- Dead Poets Society -
miraquill
8w
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An autobiography refers to the story of a person’s life as written by that person itself. To put it another way, it is a self-written account of one's life. You must have come across autobiographies of leaders and great personalities from history.
--Today, write an imaginary autobiography of an object.--
Tag with #autobiography and share.
#wodAutobiography
You can write the autobiography of a pen, a curtain, a journal or anything else that comes to your mind.
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Compassion
So passionate
The night
I felt you
Like a dawn has risen
on my skin
Glowing
All over me
What a revolution indeed!
My love story
Is the implicit Era of Mary
(Falling in love with Jesus)
God like feeling
He didn't read me
But carved his curvatures
In purple lilacs
Proses and honey
Praising me gently
So elegantly
As if
My bones carrying his
Vulnerable heart.
Our shadows
Were in exile
That night
Freewill of falling
In paradoxs and eventuality.
The unescapable
The unchangeable
The unexplainable
Leanings of desire
Longing and hurt.
That night
We rode into our infinity
We rode straight into
Collisions of our hearts
~war of hearts.
