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#ceesrepostsIf I were a zephyr
you randomly
feel through
the window beside
your couch,
Will you
feel my soft,
gentle cwtch
or
olfact my fragrance
of heartstrings
or
hear my deep
whisper of hiraeth?
If I were a flower
you randomly
see in your lawn,
will you
be allured by my
pulchritudinous petals
or
realize why I bloom
everyday to wither
or
pick me in your hand
to keep until I wilt?
And Darling,
I'm a half written
unloved poetry
living in a parchment,
on the right corner
of your table,
I die every blink of an eye
to know whether
you will complete and
keep me inside the drawer
or
crumble, tore apart and
throw me outside your room.
©a_dream_book
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I would like to tag here each and every Gems traveling with me since my first day.. but our home doesn't allow us to do.. I'm thankful to all of you sweet souls!
//I didn't string the words with metaphors and simile here.This post mirrors my heart in simple verses.//
Thank you very much for
the repost[3] Dear♥️ @writersnetwork ��
@mirakee
@fromwitchpen @itsme_ashh
#microblogM I R A K E E
A Cute Little Journey!
7-Weeks
49-Days
71-Posts
645-Followers(Family)
>>>M I R A K E E<<<
~is not just a word but an EMOTION~
Life is all about ups and downs
On the toughest days of life
Some said writing heals
Some said reading heals
And some said Your beloved hobby heals
I've never believed in any.
At some point I thought
why couldn't I write my Heart
as well as others when I lost my voice.
I found the platform called "Mirakee"
I became a mirakeean named
"a_dream_book"
and how cute, My first post was about "Dreams"
I received so many likes, comments and also reposts from the Gems already inlaid Here more than I expected. I have never knew whether my writings were perfect or not since I was not a poet or writer. The way they encouraged made me write more and daily. I was unaware of mirakee prompt. Hence I wrote some own pieces from my heart.
This moment, I can't even believe that I have written 75 posts, I have 645 hearts to read my words and I cherish all happened in just 7 weeks of my new journey. I'm overwhelmed with tears.
These are all may be nothing or imbecile to some people, but for me this is so very unexpected and I never ever believed in whatever I had now. A new talent in me was discovered because of you, Mirakee. And I love you more for this worthy reason!
Followers became Family when they care more than who is beside us. When they encourage and motivate and also help in gain more knowledge about this application without knowing even gender, name, city, black or white, rich or poor and so on.
The novel and exquisite experiences I have here are, When Writersnetwork reposts they adore the community and everyone congratulates each other with pleasure as I said above without even knowing them.
I love being here because People are here see
the ink and heart not more than that!
And I love this new World called "MIRAKEE"
And also most importantly, the Family I have here are my Gems I got luckily I would die to treasure them for.
Not for words sake, I convey this from my heart.
I adore you all and I'm so grateful to you Mirakee(home)!
©a_dream_book
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I purple you all mirakee family��!
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Let's fall in love,
where my eyes speak
your heart listens.
Let's fall in love,
where you write poetry
through my hand.
Let's fall in love,
where promises live
in endeavors than words.
Let's fall in love,
where ferocity immersed
in essence of lenity.
Let's fall in love,
where melancholy withers
and euphoria blossoms.
Let's fall in love,
where my selcouth beauty
lures you towards forever!
/And Darling,
Abduct me to the world
where forlorn eyes
and caged souls never hide
behind smiling faces!/
©a_dream_book
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When I was a wee bairn
I planted a little tree at
shady corner of my Garden
Every day, dawn to dusk,
I hastened excitedly
from home to garden.
And happily I watered my little tree.
A few days passed,
An anticipation came over me
why could not my little
tree turn into a big tree
I was watering with nostalgia
for when it would get bigger
I didn’t know the biorhythm
since I was a kid
In course of time I neglected
visiting the garden
Infancy was over and
juvenescence has begun
I had gone abroad for
my tertiary school and returned
home as a jobholder
That huge tree in my garden
greeted me by trembling his branches
I stared at him with amazement
and the thoughts of our old days
penetrated my head
I breached the confined curbs
and melancholy in
his shadow, warmth, serenity
and love, I laid on his lap for a while.
From childhood to old age
We are in a hurtle to run towards
something and
We forget to enjoy the
tiny little raptures in between.
©a_dream_book
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#lifestages #fiction.
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And Darling,
I never desired on
Your promises to
Stars and Moon,
as they are
just the words
strung in a sentence
When our hearts beat
the rhythm of
love beyond eternity
Love me like
a neonate loves
his mother
for no reason!
©a_dream_book
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#promise
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a_dream_book
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It was a beautiful dawn.
While the Sun stirs,
he peers his head out from
underneath a blanket of
the wintry night sky.
He kissed my face and
was ready to embrace
the world again.
And I,
I slowly opened my
heavy eyelids,
I inhaled the morning dew,
My clinomania ends.
I stood by the window and
gazed at my Garden.
Basking butterflies
Sprouting Seeds
Chirping Birds
Spinning Spiders
Dancing Daffodils
Sanctuarizing Trees
implied "It's a new day,
fresh and young!"
The zephyr whispered
"It's another Day of your Life,
and you are alive
as your eyes captured
another sun rise;
it's time to rise and shine
and you deserve happiness.
Perhaps, not everyone is
guaranteed for next Day!"
And that moment,
I valued the existence
of myself!
©a_dream_book
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It's long yet serene��
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a_dream_book
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I'm a Pisces -)-(- Girl !
Yes, I'm a pisces girl lives in two worlds,
the real world and the spiritual or mystical where I interpret what I see into what I want. I do this to avoid all the reality of misery and suffering in the world. I have extremes of emotions and feel both good and bad intensively.
My heart is as enormous as the universe, if only people would see that. I'm a simple person often dreaming, constantly trying to find out the meaning. I'm good at understanding people for I have the ability to delve into the psyche see behind the person's motivations.
Neptune is the ruling planet of mine and it is the planet of oneness and imagination. I'm intuitive and that helps me to take the right decisions. I'm always ready to help people who needs me in life. I have a very honest and idealistic approach to life. I always follow my heart and pave my own way.
I get along with many types of people. I'm a great listener with good memory. I never mind doing even the smallest of things to make someone happy. If someone breaks my heart I go through a long stage of sadness and I realize my own strength and get over it.
As I am a pisces, I prefer a partner who would love me beyond time. I love to surprise my partner in different ways and that makes me a thoughtful person in love. I'm too sensitive when it comes to my feelings and I can't express my love openly. But I like to be mushy at times. My kisses are passionate and I'm an ideal partner everyone would love to have.
A pisces heart is the most tender of all the signs and that heart must be handled with delicate care.
©a_dream_book
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I'm so thankful to each and every soul read this��
And It's my first long write-up.��
PC: @a_dream_book
#starsign
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brain_dump
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Read MoreAh, alright. It wasn't supposed to go this long. And yet I feel I've so much more to say.
Thank you so much if you read it all. I truly appreciate your efforts!
#monologue #wnrepst 3
Are you love @writersnetwork coz you come at the most unexpected times����Do you know, Emily?
Emily, you know, poems are not just written words. They are soft taps of reassurance for everyone that it's okay to be imperfect, unique and misunderstood. They are to this derivative world, what detergent bubbles flying like free birds are to those tiny-tots you see in your colony park on Sunday mornings with their families.
Emily, they are to me, what a cricket ball is to a dog, what bagpipe is to a parrot. Reading free verses to me is like playing tennis with nets down.
Would you understand when I'd say that we are the first human beings who will never see anything for the first time? I'd look into Mona Lisa's moving eyes, dull-eyed and underwhelmed. The Pyramids will hold no exhilaration to me. All those other wonders of the world will never be appreciated well enough by us. Why?
Because there will never be a single thing that we'll see firsthand and not reference immediately to a movie or TV show. Or maybe a damn commercial. We are far from discovering something on ourselves and be delighted for being able to do so. There is so much left to be known yet I feel as if we've known it all.
Have you heard that song that says: I've seen it all? I've literally seen it all I feel.
When we are betrayed, we know the words to say. We are loved: we know what to say. It's so like working from the same dog-eared script that even when we are in pain, we know exactly what to feel.
To be honest, it's a very difficult era I feel. Here, we have to put so much of effort to be a real person, just an actual, authentic self, than a collection of taken personality traits selected from all those superheroes or those guys who play studs or the smart-ass or the fool. It's like being all man in no man.
Just when I felt I could have done anything to feel real again, I was introduced to these words, Emily. You won't believe how magical they are, what potential they have. How metamorphical, how flexible every syllable is. You can use the same simple word as simple as a ray in so many different contexts. You can feel sorrow, while others can feel the hope in it. Can you believe what a treasure it is to our derivative world, where all we feel is what we already have felt before? It's such that the way you feel after every verse is as authentic and as pure and most importantly- your own.
Poetries, they have so many different meanings. Have you read the cold within? Uh! One would think that it is the brittle atmosphere we are talking about where it is the icy heart that is actually the protagonist in it.
Emily, these poetries have given me a way to think. A new way to imagine. A new ray to live. (Even these metaphors are derivatives, uh!)
Moreover, I've felt joy in these words Emily. I've traveled places and experienced emotions through these words. I've escaped from my emotions in the turned loose emotions of these poets. I've recorded my best and happiest memories in the confinements of these rhyming words. I've time travelled to my past in Hardy's each composition.
Well, Emily, the only thing that is most important to me now is go shouting on these overcrowded streets saying, "WRITE POETRIES, FOR GOD'S SAKE" if that would make people scribble more for me to live in their verses because you see Emily, it's the only thing that keeps me feeling.
~udisha
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jeelpatel
62w
Read MoreIt's long. Thank you for the read <3
Kindly ignore typos. Been busy so could not give proof read.
#homosapiens_jHomo Sapiens - 19.0
(Games and players)
Russian roulette, like loading bullet into one chamber of revolver, spin the cylinder, place muzzle against their head and pulls the trigger in hope that resonant shot won't pierce through their temporals; no matter on what temperature blood is boiling out of risk on the cauldron of circumstances, at that moment which makes their hands ready to trick own self, still they hope they will be able to play it one more time. Humans feel like just players in this lifetime sometimes by taking chances in everything. Homo Sapiens' lives ain't meant to be clear like that chlorinated water-pool in the yard of your house, inside which you throw yourself when vodka taste doesn't ready to leave your senses, or drugged disorders compel you to sleep on hard concrete, behind the thick rods of wrecked window but you get fed up. There is time, when molecule by molecule you lose yourself in search of authenticity of life, of people, of occasions and events. Eccentric chemicals just fill up your heart, investigate your deeds and questioning your surroundings, the way your body reciprocate to this untouched universe. Desirability to go through next dawn doesn't feel potent inside your half dead cells. Shallow cave in the back of your knee-balls throw echoes to give up on the faith on moments or things which has made you to go through till now. Summaries of great poetries, intense rollercoaster rides of life's struggle in audiotaped novels, jaw clenching quotes on which you hold onto in sleepless night to satisfy your solitude, lyrics of those songs which you've found relatable, these all you have chewed and digested till 100 neurons of your gut, but in actuality learnt art of living, advices, lessons evaporate in the time of holocausts or crushed perceptions. As if those all things never made sense to you. And that's the time homo sapiens fall hard on the surface, these short lived moments reveal how much you have cultivated yourself to embrace any kind of seed (no matter whether it's poisonous or medicated) till now by suffering through.
Homo sapiens, if you gather courage and put pause in the Bristol Street where you have played your convenient bandaged cassettes for the first time, under the shelter of your balcony and see the vibrant New York city through your microscoped orbs, try to hear spineless silence; there is no correspondence you will find. No correspondence in these two asymetrical worlds, one world inside your skull-ball midst two handpump like shoulders ~ full of imaginations, of benedictions to calm own fruitless yearnings, of preassembled substitution to make things work out, of anticipations since autumn to spring, of agitation and anxiety, of planned techniques to terrify brutal reality ahead, constant quivering quest and of overstayed fireforests bloomed in lungs when acceptance is inconvenient or illusion consumes sleeping pills and attempt suicide and all you can see is transparent reality for which you have not be summoned by your own self defense mechanism. This world inside you is like empty castle, royal structures but bold and uncluttered vague, comfortable yet complex, can be beautiful like wild ocean billows in full moon night or can be ugly like conspiracy of murder under the name of euthanasia. And another world is this materialistic world or we can say this contemporary world which we can perceive through our senses in some extent, by being helpless to it or by our own control over it. Where we try to survive by stretching out our own limits. Breaking out badly, facing fears, getting lost yet meeting the different person inside us everyday, knowing the ever increasing potential inside us. This world is really vast than your imagination, here your assumptions, worries, plannings won't work. You will never get to know when road will split on which you have been planting Gulmahor trees since sometime. This world will be brutally honest, harsh sometimes, out of your comfort zone, it will teach you how to fall and how to get back to its journey. This world turns on dynamics of present moment and how much you pour yourself into it.
Sometimes life is like gruyère cheese on your favourite pizza, like that decoration of black and white balloons in your favourite café that you can eat two more slices of pizza till your stomach aches or just live in time, clicking Polaroids under your favourite theme, but unconsciously you stop trying new things. There should be satisfaction in life but should not be "it's over", "nothing better than this", "I lost it". Life isn't about balancing, nor about finding a way to balance it in tough times cause mostly Life can't be balanced. It's about how to deal with phases life gives you, how to manage it by being persistent to it, just like mixture of carbon monoxide and hydrogen can be useful as a fuel and can be poisonous just because of malhandling so it depends how you manage. Life won't give you what you want to posses but putting efforts after what you want brings satisfaction that you have tried, no matter even if you get or don't. And homo sapiens have experienced by getting what you want doesn't bring satisfaction or content even, it brings temporarily felicity then again it's like part of human nature to be after other things, want another thing, want more and more. Honestly, by asking our own self deep within we will get answer that these things, people, facilities, materials, don't give us happiness. It doesn't matter at one point. You'll find deep down only one thing matters and it's your own self how you have developed it, honed it, expanded it, nourished it, improved it. Peace, content, self satisfaction everything is just inside you but we homo sapiens are searching it outside even though we know it stays within us, but again knowing and understanding creates lot of difference in human lifetime.
Life is about having the playbacks already, going through same life process and genesis like our ancestors had done yet innovating it by our own perceptions, ideologies and individuality. It stars with play like Russian roulette and will end up with play like hopscotch game, keep tossing it through squares and triangles eventually you will be out of it, halfway or successfully depending the way you have tossed it.
©jeelpatel -
lone_dolphin
62w
A house: A home to be!
I'm not cemented , I'm no mansion,
No match,no fit for a king's ransom,
In me - None shall find an arcade,
No gargoyles on my balustrade!!!
Hear mine story 'Tragedy of Decades'!!
My creation,I owe, to crafty parents:
Woven by beings devoid of hands,
Little craftsmen, their existence mere,
Busy in their own world they were ,
I'd been woven out of leaves 'n twines!
Yes.. I'm a nest atop a coconut tree,
Their holy abode : a home to be,
I'm all bare, no roof there is,
But they were content- eternal bliss;
They never complained, never hissed!
All weaving done - the finishing touch,
Comforting tufts of grass,hay,as such
Ensuring the kids don't get hurt,
Due to unspecified materials and dirt,
Not the slightest or mildest of a cut!!!
To God : their safety, the mother prays,
Wished , nothing evil came their ways,
Me : I awaited for the little eggs,
The hatchlings to take birth,
Bringing forth to parents- sweet mirth!
The auspicious day: it finally arrived,
Moment for which they long strived,
Tiny woolly furry balls: they screeched,
Musical sermon of innocence preached
Divine bonding with parents beamed!!
The following day : it rained,
A bad omen against the trend ,
A stripy collosal monster outta hole,
It seemed hungry, food it's goal,
A slight smile : his intentions sly.
And he entwined spirally 'bout the tree,
Absence of limbs, hindrance free,
The parents from distance screeched,
Hatchlings :their gaze at 'em transfixed
The predator set for his prey winced!!
The crows, all their life in vain,
That hollow crest of pain,
Till date yet to drain,
The joy of parenthood -
All in a moment slain!
©lone_dolphin
(Aindrila Chakraborty)
/////Herein, I've attempted to portray one of my sad memories of a rainy day few years ago in the form of a poem. It's all felt there.This took place in my garden's only coconut tree.The crows left thereafter and never returned . I'd have done the same if I were them./////
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©bemyheartless_love
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BUTTERFLY
You. I But Sincerely
Fly Feel It's Roam
Away. Dismay Okay Away
LOST PEN
Ink Words. While. I
Is Are I'm Need
blurry Bury Jittery Recovery
INSOMNIA
Can't But My Slowly
Close Soul Mouth Time
Eyes Decries Sighs Flies
©miss_silentlyweird -
Night festival
Twilight drinks a toast to the night, with
A thousand odd sunsets, sloshing about
in an ethereal champagne bottle,
the stars bedecked in their finest fire fabric
mingle like dancers at a ball
and as the Darkness arrives, dressed in her
best midnight robes,
The Festival of the Night begins.
©artemiswrites -
fireblast_
61w
Read MoreThings I learned in my mother's womb
1. This idea of watching my mother bear this insurmountable pain with a smile, the idea of dislocating myself from the origin and stripping myself naked in front of every danger, the idea of finding the purest kind of love without having to meet them – I've learned that the silence will always be hungry, but my chest is the safest place to bury this stillness.
2. To hear people chant in my mother's ears to have created something as feeble as fleeting dandelions, to have me wrapped in 3 layers of white clothes like an angel descending down from the gates of heaven – I've learned there's a lot of forgiveness in this world for me, but only if I forgive them first for calling me weak.
3. I've seen a world I haven't lived in through my mother's eyes. This sickness to watch people only wear pretty clothes that shimmer in light, to settle for looks rather than connection – Oh mother! This society has made me believe that I can't be a warrior, your daughter can't be a warrior because even if I hold the sword in the burning sun, it won't shine because I'm not pretty.
4. I'll be a sight of violence, the men I'll fall in love with might coax blood out of my mouth, but to bleed between my legs would be a disgrace for them. What a shame to talk about something, they can't create? And I'm afraid I'll give way to it because I'd never be taught what it's like not to love them.
5. Mother, you'll give birth to a burning star, and this anger to cry on being born would be so intense that I wouldn't know where to put it until I learn to call your name. On some nights, I'd be a disappointment, and you wouldn't have any reason to look at me but you'd make sure this world is a safe place for me not knowing that being in this womb is the safest I'd ever feel, because I'm afraid that once I'm born I might not be able to love you as I do now.
@fireblast_.
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roel_gonz
61w
Sometimes she's the
tender rain fondle in my skin
Sometimes she's the tempest
erotically touches my innermost desires
©roel_gonz -
Moonlight is love
Even I'm half like moon or not
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