Miraquill
Look, I can fly
taiye_ishola
I am a selfpublished Author of short stories for now. Like you, i love poetry and i secretly hoard good quotes. Website reconstruct. IG: @Taiyewrites
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taiye_ishola
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If you can't fly, run.
If you can't run, walk.
If you can't walk, crawl.
Whatever it is keep moving
- Martin Luther King Jr
At some point you need to be the aircraft. Development is important cause life is in transitions. Get away from negativity and toxic people. -
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Pieces of skin.
Canvas of skin.
Traces of skin.
Caress of skin
Peek of skin.
Beauty of skin.
Flush of skin.
Glimmer of skin.
Tease of skin.
The art of skin.
Such a plain skin.
Adorn things on skin.
The glory of skin.
The root of skin.
The woe of skin.
The pain of skin.
Slice of skin.
Beautiful skin.
Impermeable skin.Of skin
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taiye_ishola
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Don't want to survive.
The thump thump of my heartbeat.
I want to live good.
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My expectations were music from dusk to dawn.
I rose so early, a pearl necklace and creme lace.
I went up to the heavens and spoke to the sun.
Let me tell you about her. Her luscious hair burns
fiery at dawn just before she's awake with a blue slip.
I whispered into her ear and she softly snored. I told
her my utmost desire for the day. When she burned in
awakening she walked straight to her mail desk and
flung those old tattered ones. You see, that's how she
gets it. So, I'm holding my keyboard, but I'm not playing
anything at the moment. I had a lot to deal for that day;
the good, the bad and the ugly face of honesty. My feet
hurt, walking through the pavements. I got a cut, but it's
okay. I'm seeing her the next day, demanding to know.
Did she read my mail? I'll nudge her awake and speak to
her all day. We'll drink tea of liquid gold from the
leprechaun's pot of gold. That's got more than gold too.
@tf2contagious @crazydesigirl @catherine_jazz @jeniayn @black_writer @swara_ @dalinolasco @wolfpertinger_vfong968 @quotty_the_witty @mz_grinnage87My expectations:
Music, dusk to dawn;
I hear my steps against blares.
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@thetinysoul @poison_chaos @2sidesofcoin @black_sky27 @aarthisampath_ @jeniayn @black_ @velvet_petals @crazydesigirl @catherine_jazz
It's a new day.
I wore my peach for you.
My expectations are high.
I'm a spec in the middle of nothing.
I am waiting for you.
I am singing for you.
I am praying... for you to come.
I know you will like you have always done.
It's day 365, when we first saw.
It's day 365, when we last saw.
It's an eternity, like it never occurred.
It was like a dream, but it's different.
I wore my peach for you.
#DU #writersnetwork #peach #immortality #365 #waiting
Peach signifies immortality.Immortality
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Every day's hard work.
Sieving the wheat from the weed.
Hoping for results.
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In a new terrain.
You don't know what to expect.
Water reflections.
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Never be worried.
In a minute the grass browns.
The horse becomes glad.
Never be worried.
In seconds will be justice.
You're living flame.NEVER BE WORRIED
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I put a lot of effort into nearly everything;
and there are those days I just don't want to give anything.
It is important to do what I have to do
in the early mornings dew,
and when the sun sets I stew over it all in delighted glee,
saying: I did the best I could and have achieved— angling between Chablis and tea.Effort
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#DU #writersnetwork
One does not need too grand a sentence to begin anything.
The problem is beginning; the joy is continuing.
Another tasking delight is maintaining stability,
like the balanced and unchanging fragrance of the
Queen of the night; the admirable grace of the lily of the valley,
and the plop at the end of the life of a flower,
knowing it is only just the beginning.
This is the definition of the beginning of innocence
and the continuous of sophistication.Beginnings and endings
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justword_art
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AFTER THE GUN-BOOM
After the gun-boom
Civilians mourn their doom
Assassination began to bloom
Oppositions swept away with the broom
There words become decrees
Our liberty gradually decreases
Our future lies in pieces
Our economy in near crisis
I was never born then
The story about the den
Once entered, no way out
All they hear is the gun shout
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crazydesigirl
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O Man, Let Me Fly....
O Man, let me fly,
For my home is the sky,
A golden cage is not what I need,
I just want to be freed.
O Man, let me fly,
For my home is the sky,
I admire your care,
But I'd rather dance with the air.
O Man, let me fly,
For my home is the sky,
In the cage I cry,
I just want to fly.
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ghoulfrost
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Read MoreWhen I went to school, they told me tales of buried treasure, resting beneath the Earth and buried at the bottom of the sea.
I was told of treasures that would make men swoon, and cause wars.
I know only of two sorts of treasures:
gold, silver, and jewels,
And dust,
spiders, and rotting leather.
Men dwell on the past, duel with the present and dream of the future,
If only they'd trust not the stars but the pockets of black between;
For the earth cries out for blood and for peace, none of which are ever pure.
The cosmos bears a heavy burden, yet it's but dust upon a body for the one above all,
Knowledge has its days, but power is a friendly foe to the wise;
Seek the truth with utmost desire, knowing that one will die at its feet, quivering.
Best you be prepared for when the winter comes,
Metals, no matter how loved, are subjects to rust;
The sun shines bright and lights the path, but soon it will be the dark night's turn.
I know of two forms of treasures:
One by which the men of days gone and days present live by, treasures called women, riches and pleasures
And then, there's that by which I trade and of which I live on, that which sleeps beneath the deep; lies, secrets and books.
©ghoulfrost
@mirakee @writersnetwork
#pod #schoolI know only of two sorts of treasures:
gold, silver, and jewels,
treasures called women, riches and pleasures
And
that which sleeps beneath the deep; lies, secrets and books;
dust,
spiders, and rotting leather.
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When I went to school they told me,
I wouldn’t succeed and exceed
So I posted my poetry
On Mirakee
And was redeemed
Free to see
Success could be achieved
By believing in my unique creatively
And connecting with friends
With the same beliefs,
Inking our bleeding hearts
And inscribing our dreams.
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And I have now imprisoned..
all those moronic memories..
in the cage of my
shattered words..!!
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justword_art
169w
DEPRESSION
What is this depression
That affects my impressions
It limits my actions
Dividing my thinking into factions
My sanity at stake
Seems like I have a mind ache
My thinking running without brake
My memory becomes opaque
Here I rest my pen of struggle
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justword_art
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POET'S ESSENCE
POET'S ESSENCE
Upon signing as a poet
Determined to write a duet
Poets never die
At times, we poets do tie
Poets upon death
Our essence disperse
And settle in our poems
Through this you reach us
We might be light years away
Be assured of one thing
Poets work with emotions and feelings
We can possibly foretell the future
If I move to the next phase
Where I am out of this husk
My works will speak for me
Do not forget me
Never forget this
POETS NEVER DIE
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justword_art
172w
It was not easy growing up. I took overdose of determination and now I am overdetermined and hungry for success.
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The struggles at night
A candle burning penlight
Ink to paper trying to write
A future that is bright
Feeble and weak nothing to bite
Clouds of dreams wander out of sight
Hope takes flight
My own struggles I fight
I know the pen has the might
But the words just won’t come out right
Messy like my unfortunate plight
Too heavy to drum light
Blank paper, I stare at the white
Trying to keep my head upright
Inking downright
Way past midnight
Just me and the streetlight
Cold, alone frostbite
Waiting for the morning sunlight
Hoping for daybreak insight
A spark of foresight
To ignite
The love that I want to typewrite
But the emptiness comes to backbite
The blank page that my heart unites
Wishing I could re-write
My life like a positive playwright
My hopes and dreams in the spotlight
Lifting me to higher heights
Reaching prosperity like a kite
Passing outstanding rites
Loving like a princess and a knight
An heir to the thrown of birth rite
But all my dreams are out of sight
As I hold this pen tight
Telling myself to keep going despite
My mind of struggles and fistfights
Battling the words I want to handwrite
Feelings as strong as dynamite
Emotions soaring like a satellite
Heartbreak burning a hundred degrees Fahrenheit,
My mind wandering overflight
But all that is left tonight
Is a burned out candlelight
The dimming of the twilight
And same blank page
I recite
Emptiness, copyright.
©jeniayn
