Miraquill
Temporary people
in my life
taught me to
not fall in love
with the flowers
but with the tree.
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word_ilicious
106w
Having a bad day?
Love yourself a little more.
©word_ilicious -
No matter how much
effort you put in;
to raise pillars of life
If you don't connect them
with walls of love
It will remain amorphous.
©word_ilicious -
word_ilicious
106w
It's okay to be naive
But not at the cost of
SELF LOSS.
©wordilicious_tulip -
word_ilicious
106w
The chaos inside mind
are so dominating that
we don't pay attention to
silent whispers of soul.
©wordilicious_tulip -
©wordilicious_tulip
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word_ilicious
106w
As long as you are alive,
Don't let the fire inside you extinguish.
Let it burn until your body is burnt.
©wordilicious_tulip -
word_ilicious
107w
Just remember,
You are an essential with no substitute
But never an option with hint of regret.
If you are feeling avoided by someone
Just walk away. Do not rethink.
©alluring_tulip -
The light emanating from your soul
can erase the darkness that surrounded you.
©alluring_tulip
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We have a system that increasingly taxes work and subsidizes nonwork.
- Milton Friedman -
unsung_seagull
61w
Read MoreBorrowed,
The greens
From the trees.
The blues from
The skies.
Reds from myself.
Yellows from
Bereaved hearts.
Orange was
Reserved.
The violet was blue.
Never understood
What's a
Indigo hue.
Of a painting,
I was so unsure.
She accepted
It happily,
Like a dream
Come true.
The rainbow,
That wasn't
In the palette.
She beheld
It in her eyes.
..
#rainbow #wod #pod #mirakee #writersnetwork @mirakee @writersnetworkVIBGYOR
©unsung_seagull
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samswan
67w
Read MoreWith the voice of 13. #superstition #wod #pod @mirakee
13 Reasons Why - title inspired from the novel of the same name by Jay Asher. @virtually_real @loverenay #ceesreposts
@writersnetwork thank you so much for the repost! Much love to you����13 REASONS WHY?
1. You thought not global warming,
not evil spirits of corruption sharpening
but me a two digit number thirteen (13)
would be the harbinger of extreme
apocalypse of 2012.
2. You skip me
from the tally of your building floor
so that you don't fall
and shut the door
to thwart your sinful (mis)happenings.
3. You're haunted from holding my position
when you dine in with faceless being
fearing you'd be in vision,
in disguise of Judas betraying
the lord Jesus's decision.
4. A flip of tarot card XIII
brings a shiver to your spine
that you'd be biting the dust beyond grave
blemished power, no longer are you brave
face all tarnished from shine.
5. The night's skyline
embraces the grace of twelve full moon
but so soon
why is it the thirteenth me seen
as an ominous digit on the calendar's screen.
6. You can't bear me
when my shades coincides with Friday
from dawn till dusk
bannered under the flag of 'unlucky day'
contained in the vessel of doom and gloom.
7. In your 'unconscious' mind
with the vision so blind
you muse not your greed
but my thirteen breed
fosters economic misfortunes.
8. Remember you folks
not always am I unlucky
for Jews I am the seed of maturity
in lads, having young hot blood
running in their veins.
9. I am the forgotten constellation
of zodiac, christened as Ophiuchus
Crossing the sky westward
as the Earth spins in the universe
and yet I am no child's sign.
10. From the map of roads
I am the number not taken
for you believe
I am the recipe of disaster,
an author of your tragedy.
11. The righteous Knights Templar
of the holy land, gave me a scar
which people all condemn
for I was the year of their fatal death
But it was not in my hands.
12. The pages of the past
paint me as a pitcher plant
engulfing lives yet I chant
what matters is livelihood
and not those woods burning superstition.
13. You won't ever end
the saga of my evils
but I would pause my poesy
"I am no fickle finger of fate
but unsettled mind state."
-Samiksha
©samswan -
inked_selenophile 74w
Read MoreSyllaables - 4-5-6
#questionku #wod #moown
@writersnetwork
Oh God �� This is my first re-post Thank you WNDear poets, if
your pain dries up then
will you still bleed poems?
©inked_selenophile -
gudulbabu
107w
©gudulbabu
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Air
I was air,
My molecules, roaming carefree,
In search of a silent force,
Who would unite them to help them gain density.
But I got polluted,
With Love, affection, feelings that were clumsy,
My particles came closer, with them in between,
My soul started turning into liquid gradually,
And I,
I lost my true self, that I used to be,
I the air,
Was disguised completely.
And just when I was awed with my new form.
The nature around me swapped suddenly,
The impurities, I barely started loving.
Vanished with all its glory,
I got blown,
Blown to an unknown destiny.
_the_disguised_scribbler_ -
I wore you like
an unhinged night
but you curled on
my diaphragm to kill me.
I wore you like
a reticent megalopolis
and you turned red
with bloodstains of a poet.
I wore you like
an unclothed panorama
and you chugged down
towards a frenzied cave.
I wore you like
a cold flower of love
and you left me with some
gulmohars of heartbreak.
I wore you like
the first drop of summer rain
and you pierced my petals
to quench someone's thrist.
I wore you like
an unnoticed poetry
but you burnt me inside the
bonfire of a paralysed love.
©вι∂уα в. -
on some days
I smell like your
grandmother's
forgotten story,
I look like homeless
dead bodies
of your town
and on most
days I smile like
Da Vinci's
Mona Lisa.
~painted lips~
©my_cup_of_poetry -
my_cup_of_poetry
81w
Read Moreon his wife's twentieth
death anniversary
my kind father had
brought home
two golden fishes
and had placed them
in a large glass jar.
the fishes swum and
sang him
to sleep all summer.
while he checked
for them
every five minutes
like a kindergarten
looking after
his cookies.
then one night all
his summer collapsed
into december.
No blood flowed.
No knives found.
He killed my mother
I killed his fishes.
// winter //
©my_cup_of_poetryfather, I killed your fishes.
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my_cup_of_poetry
81w
when the water freezes too early
and the sun rises a little late
I chant your name like a prayer
and you become my god.
©my_cup_of_poetry
