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Patience is the fragrance diffused while you squash and squeeze a flower
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taekook_maknae
4w
Read More#monostich #lame @writersnetwork ��
Idk if this is a monostich
I'm sorry ,i lost in touch with writing TT -
taekook_maknae
13w
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#wod #pun not at all a pun xD
#temp attempt
Ps : i don't actually know what is Pun ,this is just what i understand xD
RIP =
Resting In Prison , (prison can be the cages that resist one to be independent, can be some words of of someone or be caged in ourown thoughts etc..)
Resting In Peace ,
Rest In Poetry ,
Reeped Imprisoned Parables
@writersnetworkR I P
Resting In Prison
Without Resting In Peace
I wish to Rest In Poetry
So i Reeped Imprisoned Parables
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taekook_maknae
14w
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#temp #writersnetwork #wod
Hope everyone is fine
I m sorry
Will read uh all , maybe not soon but will
I'm missing uh allPoesy hybernated
at tip of my pen till
The azure (blues) has fallen down
to refill ink
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taekook_maknae
15w
Autumn lulled maples to sleep
Komorebi kissed ,
Evincing the wabi-sabi of it's naked limbs
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Leaden sky weeps out
Wintry flakes sported the ground
Robin warbled euphonious carols
Fauna hibernated ,as Flora crouched
Till the summer's ripening breath breezes
©taekook_maknae -
Men with scythe reap the fields ,to sow the seeds
While ,
Men with Swords reap the (battle) fields, to sow deads
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taekook_maknae
16w
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Accidentally got deleted post for @_mysoul
So editing it to this
Moon self-slaughtered in the loveshore ,
Sequelling the word 'Die' is just a 'Lie'
It slaughtered the fallacies of civil blood with its crescent blade ,
graving the parent's strife under it's reflection
(War b/w Montagues and capulet)
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/Two of the fairest stars of heaven /(eyes)
Gleamed in my dark heart ,edifying even the torch to burn bright
It's the True Apothecary , which sold love-drug to my soul
It's smoke, that i breath fogged anguish , and carved out smile on my face
I wanna die with her kiss stamped on my forehead
My heart quenches for the bliss
Only i earn is the Tragic miss
Now All i could do is to kiss
You with my metaphory reminisce
Which i capsulated into 5-petalled stars
And scattered it on the azure abyss
To conceal the veins of scars
/This bud of Love , by summer's ripening breath may prove a beauteous flower when next we meet /
Reposting some lines
Bg words =Juliet's death
#love #wod #temp @writersnetwork Thanks for ❤Cupid arrows thrusted ,
blood drops scattered down the crypt
as fallen fragile petals ,freighting Fates of broken love
The light that brokes the window , sets down
As well as the ripening breaths of summer!
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taekook_maknae
16w
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/I planted my Life , just to cede to Death!/
Soul steps-out from the ambrosian fields of body,
Each fragile petals drip-off from life ,
i laid tacitly down the cancer ward
Death awaited out the door ,and kindly behold through those murky glass
Pain termited holistic as,
Aura Aromated unanswered medicines ,
While taking pain killers for soothing others
Hour glasses harps aloud, the doomsday rituals,
Trying to stoop downward it's sand as to bury heartbeats
Immortal reminiscence lingered past veins
Death Outlined 'X' mark on the door of life
As No Moon ,No Sun could enter,
Even Dawn and Dark lefts my vocabulary!
And then Hope whispers the words of W.E Henley
“It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.”
Ps: don't mind me , i'm mad ��
#lame #cancer #petalc #writersnetwork #wod @writersnetwork
Death hibernated
at the tip of my soul
till cancer thawed from my blood
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taekook_maknae
17w
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I came to know the taste of having a Brother ,since i met you .Not only as a brother , also as a True Friend, writer ,and Army .
Loads or love to you for your protection and care and love ��
And No thanks ,as you always said ����
Btw happy birthday once again @rjd_creationsHe poured stars in my dark hours
To make me smile as a cresecent moon
And shade warmth as a Sun in light hours
To volatize salient Tears
And ensue as the scintillating shades
Of Rainbow when my tears bow
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taekook_maknae
17w
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Maybe temp
I know i always fail in Expressing my feelings
I'm sorry
This is about , Vismaya V Nair, a 22-year-old woman, found dead on Monday morning at the house of her husband's family.Her death came two days after she sent messages to her cousin telling him that her husband had brutally beaten her many times over a car that was given as part of her dowry. Vismaya told her cousin that she has faced severe assault. She wrote about how after assaulting her, her husband allegedly pulled back her hair and stamped on her face. She says in the message that she has not told anyone about the assault. The photos she shared with her cousin show injuries on her face, shoulder and hands.
#writersnetwork #lame #dowry #writersnetwork #miraquill @writersnetwork @miraquillDOWRY or WOMEN weighs more!?
Preserved , till sold out in the
Hands of Fake romance
Lust for money, he
Termited her Life wholly and
stamped on the Anguish pages
Gashes blushed her cheeks
As Blood stains reddened lips and
Body imprinted Footmarks holistic
Scars adorned ,head to toes
Sported cloak to veil the woes
Stowed a satchel of traumas
Stilly through pellucid tears
Pangs whispered to beseech for help
She ran out at the witching hours
And adjured for help ,They said
Hold on , just Adjust those situations
You will be fine one day!
Ahh!
Once again pangs Whispered,
You will be in eternal peace ,by
Pointing to the hanging strings
She uttered tacitly before hanging on death strings...,
"No more women should Die of Dowry
If it won't, i don't wanna be a women like this once again!"
Not a suicide , undoubtedly a Murder!
Does a Life Or Dowry weighs more!?
Are women only for Dowry!?
No Women are for sold out!
Please don't mensurate A Woman with Money again!
©taekook_maknae
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musings26as
4w
Instead of responding
by being totally aware
at present moment,
we only react through
our past experiences,
We fear without having
hope and trust.
That's why we don't get
better results.
We keep applying old techniques
to new problems and
in doing so we only practice
what we already learned
and not something new.
Practice what you know.
Learn what you don't know.
We must learn, create and grow
as long as we're alive.
This's how life should be lived.
©26as -
Growth
Under the overbearing shadow,
Of the great woods of Banyan,
A sapling dared to dream.
Under the overwhelming pressure,
Of the great examples of Society,
A kid dared to dream.
The sapling or kid,
May or may not have reached their goals,
Or others idea of achieving ideal roles,
But the journey of inventing themselves,
Is the real growth.
©wizard -
travellers_nirvana
4w
Read MoreThanks a lot fellow writers for your support and lovely words of appreciation. Hoping to sharpen my quill and grow here
#wod #growth #poetry #poem
@miraquill @writersnetwork @fromwitchpen @ak_anjali_daydreamzz @kosachaya
Distinctive trajectories
Growth is inevitable
It's the distinct trajectory that define each individual
The majestic ones
The wild ones
The significant or significantly insignificant ones
Perched higher up and all along the daunting cliffs
Defying the treacherous slopes bedded with archaic rocks
The lush coniferous flora languorously duvets the wild diaspora
Majestic heights
Devoid of fright
The callous winds too pay obeisance to the magical sight
The longevous pines,
Towering birches,
Flashy rhododendrons and enigmatic firs
Tacitly foster the fauna as a magnanimous matriarch
The fortified ecosystem thrives illustriously therein
The callous gale subdued, whooshes downhill
Down towards the outskirts of metropolis
Where lining up the dying river
Stand unabashedly the tenacious survivors
Nothing grows there except the fiesty wild flowers
Always snubbed as inutile weeds
These wild ones brave the torrential showers,
Domineering wild winds,
Ugly beings,
Who trample upon the indigent weed
Either for fun or feed
Yet the wildflower refuses to thrive subserviently
Eventually flying far away to maiden pastures
Thus proliferating gloriously therein
You see, growth is ubiquitously democratic
Thriving at the tip of a consequential iceberg
And at the tip of an unpretentious blade of grassGrowth is inevitable
It's the distinctive trajectory that defines each individual
The majestic ones
The wild ones
The significant or the significantly insignificant ones
You see, growth is ubiquitously democratic
At the tip of a consequential iceberg
Or at the tip of an unpretentious blade of grass
©travellers_nirvana -
bushbaby
4w
Read MoreEdit: oh wow I woke up to this��thank you so much for the encouragement @writersnetwork, this was a lovely surprise ��❤️
#growth #miraquill #writersnetwork��
Little seeds sprouting in the soil
Are urged to reach for the sun
Lest they should wither, rot and be spoiled
Or go astray, caught up in their fun
Be a tree, they say,
Stand tall and empowered
But also be a rose
Precious and intimately guarded
Be virtuous and innocent
Angelic like little lilies
But armed like the pitchers
Feared reverently
Be loud and vibrant like dahlias and azaleas
But keep them on the edge of their seats
Like the rare middlemist red camellias
Be charming and adored
Like lilacs and orchids
But endearingly oblivious to it
Like pink peonies
Blushing madly
Be a beacon of hope
Dance delightfully like the daffodils
Yet be poetically melancholic
Like the purple-coloured hyacinths
Be resilient and strong
Hiding sorrows like marigolds
But benign and easy to approach
Like jasmines, sweetly embracing a hold
And like so,
Little seeds are told
To be everything and everyone at once
Left to grow and learn all on their own
That the happiness they toiled for
Could be found right at home
Back on the ground
Where they could love
And be loved
Plainly as they are
©bushbaby -
thegreymetaphor
4w
Read MoreI did not break through.
I could not break free.
I surrendered.
To make the chains stop hurting.
I often falter
infront of the mirror
because it reflects my reality.
And only in it's dreaded face
do I acknowledge
my incessant addiction
to fantasies.
I am but an escapist, I murmur,
staring into the mirror.
The mirror smirks.
People have it worse, it says.
Heavens know the weight
on my shoulders
is enough to make my back droop
but the mirror tells me,
even with blunders
as indelible as a birthmark,
I am just an insignificant speck
fading away to infinity,
and that ought to offer me
a moment of a few
unburdened breaths.
The mirror asks me
to stop romanticising the pain
in hopes of healing
because true healing begins
when you stop craving it.
When you come to terms
with the fact that
some scars are going to stay,
and not as embellishments.
Scars are all they'll ever be.
There will be no beauty to them.
Just ugliness. And terror.
But less pain and maybe one day,
enough strength
to narrate their stories.
The mirror is not wrong.
Not at all.
Then why do I feel like a hostage
of it's arguments?
Why do I take shelter within poems
even when they're to no avail?
For I am now, at the end of this one
and the chains still won't stop grappling.
©SrishtiHostage
Maybe, true healing begins
when you stop craving it.
When you come to terms
with the fact that
some scars are going to stay,
and not as embellishments.
Scars are all they'll ever be.
There will be no beauty to them.
Just ugliness. And terror.
But less pain and maybe one day,
enough strength
to narrate their stories.
©thegreymetaphor -
sacredscar
4w
Read MoreSometimes nothing feels the way it is supposed to.
We are all the slaves of our desires.How do you fix the broken you?
©sacredscar -
Hello everyone. Thank you so so much for all your warm and lovely wishes yesterday. Truly blessed and indebted for everything you have all done. Lots and lots of love to y'all. I am extremely sorry, wasn't able to reply to each one of your wish! But I swear I read them all. Thank you again, for taking some time to wish me!❤❤❤
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sumiinked
5w
whilst to worries
without symphonies,
i fervid forevers, with words
he insinuate lyricism to my stellar.
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srinka_ghosh
11w
Read MoreTwo roads diverged into a yellow wood
Where obsolete tales of stars got furbished,
When the quills of hope, masked the skies in sapphire hues.
To overhaul the euphoria raised by the unheard rhythmic beats.
And sorry i could not travel both,
For i was not brave enough to walk ,
On those aimless streets, spend restless nights and and chase gaiety all alone.
So just like a traveller, long i stood,
Filtering the mosaics of stained poetries,
To embellish the rainbows on my sky- less soul which once entwined in millions of stars ,
Wrapping my ache and agony under the leaf of ecstatic ambience.
I looked down one, as far as i could,
Dressed in galactic robes, exploring the constellations in your swollen eyes.
Standing on the barren garden of my heart,
where once grew sunflowers of love,
which i used to water daily.
©srinka_ghosh
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Glossary:
Obsolete - old-fashioned
Overhaul - repair
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#wod #wood
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@miraquill ��.
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nobolb
4w
Read MoreWhat are you watering? Can you change the seeds that you are currently nourishing and grow love, happiness, peace and forgiveness instead?
#growth #wod
Edit:- 6th E.C ��
Thank you so much@writersnetwork✨What are you growing
in the garden of your mind
what do you water
nourish, feed?
Do you plant seeds of forgiveness,
of love,
or do you fertilize weeds of anger
resentment, fear?
What are you growing
in the garden of your heart?
Do you allow sunshine to reach dark pain
in the corners of your heart –
Do you allow tears to wash it clean
and nourish it –
Or do you put up fences
to keep out the feelings?
Get on your knees
grow your own food
decide what it is you want in your soil.
Know what you are cultivating
what you are growing –
a lot can grow in the garden of your body
if you let it seed
nourish it
allow it
watch it grow.
©nobolb~
©Priya Gupta~
