~ben şiirde oturuyorum~
#lifeadvice#wod#miraquill#writersnetwork#letter#yaishEC@miraquill @writersnetwork Thankyou so much for EC❤️High time to adopt and implement crucial advice for self!!
To my younger self.
It's the high timeto spread your wingsfor let you fly high in the wide sky of hope.To paint your fears and insecurities with buoyantcolor of tenacity.To face your inner selfin the timid clouds of palpitating mirror.To transform your thoughtsinto reality because.../Dreams are for chasingnot just for dreaming/©_yaish
I want a poetic deathwhere my words will end upmurmuring the dead syllablescascading down on a coffinengraving melancholic metaphorswith some writhing lilacsto let soul rest in poetryB E Y O N D E T E R N I T Y /A pessimistic poet I am/#end#wod#miraquill#writersnetwork#yaishwnThankyou so much @writersnetwork for the kind repost!!❤️I love you!!
I want a poetic deathwhere my words will end upmurmuring the dead syllablescascading down on a coffinengraving melancholic metaphorswith some writhing lilacsto let soul rest in poetryB E Y O N D E T E R N I T YA pessimistic poet || yaish
Wrote out of no sense
~And darlingI will paint you with pale white of void emotions just like your love~ //flickering, diminish and null//©_yaish
~My poetries still lullaby the cold heartbreaksthat I carry in my fragile heart~©_yaish
I've killed my couplet odes to feed you the best rhymes and a few sonata poetriesfor an aesthetic euphony.©_yaish
I'll choose to die in your poetriesrather breathing my benevolent syllables. //Coz darling I'm an altruistic lover//©_yaish
#start#wod#miraquill#writersnetwork#yaishwnThankyou @writersnetwork for the repost!!
We are in the ocean of lovefinding the oyster in our heartdawning different colors of happiness decked with some kaleidoscopic hues of pearls to endure each season of love.©_yaish
Like falling leaves on a windy dayI want to be that inundating zephyrthat caresses your blazing heartwith gentle soothing sangfroid.©_yaish
My heart bleeds painand my hand bleeds apocalyptic poetry!©_yaish
Cologne smell of letters,spread over the yard of wordsto form the whole sublime poetry!©_yaish
Poetry is all aboutbleeding blue ofvalentine emotions...©his_aesthetic_ink
Remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of all I've taken for granted.
--Today, write a poem or quote starting with the phrase "Remember, remember"--
Tag with #remember and share.
Comment below three items from your 2022 bucket list!
After a long Time!#life #wod @writersnetwork @miraquill
In our hopes and dreams,in the guiding light and darkshadows, life will spring.©stardust_writes
All round me are words, and words and words,
They grow on me like leaves, they never
Seem to stop their slow growing from within.
– Kamala Das
--Today, write a poem or quote starting with the phrase "All round me are words"--
Tag with #start and share.
Which other poems of Kamala Das have you read?
Life is strange after party,
Greedy king finally met Apollo,
A walking fire, crashing blues,
Thought how cool,
Dead poets painted it,
--Today, write a poem or quote ending with the phrase "Dead poets painted it, for you"--
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If you were to meet a dead poet, who would you choose and what would you ask him/her?
#nightsky #wod @writersnetwork Moon is beautiful Thanku for the repost WN❤
And.. The night came waiting for the Moon and glittering stars to embellish the Night sky. Night holding her (Moon) hand to walk together till dawn.©iamaselenophile
The sky grew darker, painted blue on blue, one stroke at a time, into deeper and deeper shades of night.
– Haruki Murakami
--Today, write a quote about the night sky--
Tag your posts with #nightsky and share.
Do you like watching the sky at night? Comment below.
"Saudade" is a word in Portuguese language that means "nostalgic state for longing for something or someone absent".
--Today, write a poem or prose using the word saudade in it--
Tag with #saudade and share.
A wave of saudade swept over me as I realized home never existed at all. The concept of home felt far from my reach, and I felt sick with longing.
#meaning #wod@writersnetwork @miraquill thank you
was never about words-fancy, veiled and baroque,or metaphors glistening like the melting rays of Sun;neither about the beauty and elegance that usually sells;it's a coping mechanism-to wreath all the painin roses and fragrances sweet,twinkling lights and aureate lullabies,a picturesque setting;all smoke and mirrors,don't you get it?oh, and the syllables? metre? structure?do they really matter?it was never the aim for feelings to fit into words and be defined;constructing things from broken promises and tragic realities,it's not an ideal fit for secure landings.maybe I don't knowwhat poetry is all about,or isn't about;maybe it's about spilling demonsout and breaking free,maybe it's about running and flyingand dreaming and crossing boundaries,when the world overwhelms and your soul weakens.I think it's the poet- the embodiment of poetry.©paper_cuts
--Today, write a poem or prose about your first time--
You can write about the first time you fell from a bicycle or went on a date or moved out of your city or anything else that comes to your mind.
Tag with #first and share.
There wasn't enough syrup in my coffee
There was enough sweetness in you,
to last me through the bitter sips and
– Hailey Davis