Miraquill
He held her hand and asked
"What do you feel?"
"Warmth". She replied.
Tightening the grab he said,
"And I assure, you will always be getting it from me".
With an eye roll and a smile she replied,
"What if I answered with something else? did you have any other reply planned.
He looked down at her and said,
"There was no need for that, I was pretty sure I could make you smile, no matter what you would have replied with."
And she smiled.
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I don't believe in love anymore
Because people measure it by assets!
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And suddenly I found myself lost in the hardest maze ever...
'Her eyes'
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the_purple_way
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Burial Poles
Place me in a tree bough,
to rest my weary bones,
Let the wind and sun free me,
from all my flesh and bone,
Over me the sun and moon,
traverse a steel blue sky,
Now find a hollowed termite tree,
where my ghost bones will reside,
Carve and paint wood lovingly,
a reminder of my essence,
Take me home inside the trunk,
and dream me home to heaven,
From the land I came,
Now I come home again,
Red dirt,
wild wood,
white bone,
connection.
@the_purple_way -
posi_holic
202w
Be a neutral soul on which
any reactions of acid and base
made salt...
©posi_holic -
Waqt kahi ruktha hai Kya
Thambe bete fir bhi tuje,
Laktha hai jaise kal hee ki mehfil thi
Har lafz may vo alam tha
Har marz may Tera gham tha .
Ab tho jaise Syaam bhi raat se rut kar,
Din may dul jathi hai ...
©remodsmart -
Desperate
I wish I had someone to bury my face,
Into the depth of his uncertain heartbeat.
But non so sweet is fit in my case,
So rather I must take comfort in John Keats.
Everyone has dammed my love and hurled it low,
Lower to the zeniths core where feeble blood flows.
My blood is not red it has rather turned white,
White as a corpse ready to be shallowed by kite.
Birth rights have grown weary and tired of me,
I find nothing in these fake words you see!
I must be a cursed soul drawn by a tragedy,
Slowly consuming poison and dying with malady.
Though I am beautiful, fair and bright eyed,
But equally cursed and feverishly tied.
Oh if blood is all you need,
My eyes and breast will provide your feed.
John you do not do anymore,
Your grave does not provide that happy lore.
Oh kill me but don't leave me alone,
I can't bear it God to be hammered and blown.
©miragelove18 -
crazydesigirl
203w
Shine bright,
Soar high.
Difficulties come,
Difficulties go.
The only person,
In the end will be you.
The only person,
There ever was is you.
©crazydesigirl -
crazydesigirl
203w
Earn respect,
Spend kindness.
Eat betrayal,
Spread love.
Move away sadness,
Open the gate for happiness.
Cage the negativity,
Blossom with positivity.
©crazydesigirl -
Me and the Sea
I sail along in the calm sea.
But a storm the color of your eyes
Is threatening (beckoning) me.
Your wind whispers quietly,
Warm and sweet;
But the sound just grows louder
Ensuring my (submission) defeat.
Your ocean licks and laps at me.
I'm losing control.
I fear that you might
Swallow me whole.
I fall backward into the sea.
I am wet and I am splayed.
Your current surrounds me
And I am no longer afraid.
I can feel you on me and in me
You come at me in waves.
There is danger and panic.
But I don't want to be saved.
I'll forgive your intrusion
As you come to find me.
I'll peacefully surrender
As you capsize me.
©laceymcgee13 -
The Way you Think Of the Time When You Were Supposed to Work on Something But Couldn't Do it the time When You Should Have focused on Completing it...!!!
©riteshraoforever -
invanidy
203w
Read More@mirakee @writersnetwork
#poetryisart #poems #poetryporn
#poetrycommunity #love #remorse
#enigma #healing #hurting #mirakee #readwriteunite #healingjourney #reader #writersnetwork #poetryisnotdead #death #feelings #poet #wordgasm #poetsofmirakee #spilledink #darkness #dark #books #pain #healing #inkLay your head on my chest, listen to the beating heart beneath these quavering breaths. Behold the prisoner inside these ribcage bars, accused of soul murdering and leaving scars. With an Antarctican harp, spitting its words heavenly and sharp. Will you censure this love quenching fool to death, or will you break these wicked chains of forged titles and set it to rest.
©orphicthief -
willow923
203w
Read MoreTitle; No adoration to be found, Earth get ready for the red dawn's storm
Spoken word poem I have on my Instagram(imagine923) just posted there
Word meanings:
Art;are
Thou; you
Thine; your
Dost; do
Thy; your
Hath; have
Thee; you
Hast; has
Adoration; deep love and respect.What art thou running to? or running from?
What are thou searching for? looking behind
closed doors of thine mind? What is it thou
dost seek to find? Dost thou lend thy skin
as a suit to another, warming one on injured
dog days, and rainy cat nights, like me, dost
thou hath any idea of things to come already
in sight. Art thou polite? to elders, the ones
who birthed thee, the ones by the creator's
hands hast put thee in them as sprouting
seeds. O' vague humanity, thou dost search
for scraps, killing and dealing to get a quick
buck, forgetting adoration, monkeys now
thy God's because the elite pushed the stuff.
Dost thou never get enough? Adoration is
lost, lusting sensation the norm, O' earth
get ready for the red dawns storm.
©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poets poetry
