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  • amtupu_ 2d

    Thank you���� WN for hearting❤️ this (32)

    #wod #kwansaba#pod @miraquill @writersnetwork @readwriteunite

    If you have been loved by me,

    you know how sapid the stars taste.

    When it hurts, you'll breath under water.

    You've been in convos with the horizon.

    The sense of dead tulips reminds you,

    that you can survive on oceanic curves.

    Teach me, to be that human again.

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    A sense of dead tulips
    reminds you,
    that you can survive
    on oceanic curves…

    ©amtupu_

  • amtupu_ 6w

    smile.
    there's a blue moon
    at the end of December,
    where earth and stars meet,
    and the sky roars with passion.

    smile.
    there's a blue moon
    at the fringes of the universe,
    where blue is the brightest hue
    and shafts of moonlight are rainbows

    smile.
    there's a blue moon
    at the hem of the universe
    where turquoise stars fly and flap
    and rebuke diligent demons

    smile.
    because dead poets
    painted it, for you.
    © @amtupu_

    #end #wod @miraquill @writersnetwork
    #colorsofdec @writersbay

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    there's a blue moon
    at the hem of the universe
    where turquoise stars
    fly and flap
    rebuking diligent demons

    ©amtupu_

  • amtupu_ 6w

    edit: bouquet of roses to you @miraquill for EC(2)
    & @writersnetwork for hearting ❤️ this (30).
    ����happy reading
    ________________

    i've lived in diaries and journals,
    watching vapours,
    of smoky aromas twirling
    out of coffee mugs in cold mornings,
    admiring the power of metaphors,

    wrapped in beautiful hues,
    of Quillio, Writco, the "metaverse,"
    and the arousing senses of humor
    in anthologies across seas,
    succored by beautiful "yous."

    it is never easy to write,
    but the nature in you, the power,
    the urge— to keep climbing
    the hills and hollows of words,
    saves you off the drop-off edge.

    the thinnest nudge from zephyrs,
    the survival, off the cliffs of fear,
    the little spark that ignites, not a flame,
    —the hiroshima, of dust, the golden flare,
    the breath you sought after,
    bosoms you— at last.

    when under siege,
    of a pandemic malady, homesick, yearning,
    you keep going, poised, swimming in art,
    along drawn roads and solid seas,
    touching the sky every now and then.

    /my mind is a sea of waves,
    and I'm thankful for the sun,
    the moon and the stars,
    that move in sync with me, and guide me
    into penning sonnets and frets, nonstop/.
    © @amtupu_

    #miraquillwrapped #wod @miraquill @writersnetwork

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    i've lived in diaries
    and journals,
    watching vapours,
    of smoky aromas twirling
    out of coffee mugs
    in cold mornings,
    admiring the power
    of metaphors.

    ©amtupu_

  • amtupu_ 6w

    Edit: Thank you @miraquill for liking ❤️
    Thank you @writersnetwork for the love(29) and repost(4)
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    Pitch-dark nights///


    I sit under trees sketching
    the things that could've been
    on the black and white canvas
    five light years away.

    you jog my memory,
    to a place I once knew,
    and whisper whistles
    in the pitch dark,

    of stabbing words winding
    down my chest chirping
    gurgling sounds that
    reverberate 'round
    the weeping chest.

    a chest-
    of empty drawers drawn
    silhouettes hollowing out
    everything I once knew,
    I'm beginning to hate even
    the beautiful things.

    you whisper out
    whirling songs waving
    at mosaics and frescoes
    fuming in situ for-ever
    because they couldn't dance

    but I enjoy, I actually do—
    for a little while when
    you're caliginous, when
    the twigs and sprigs dance,

    moving in sync with the world,
    the sky and the oceans,
    and yet two things
    remain unbothered
    —peace and silence.
    ©a.m.tupu

    #wod #archaic @miraquill @mirakeeworld @writersnetwork

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    you whisper out
    whirling songs waving
    at mosaics and frescoes
    fuming in situ for-ever.

    ©amtupu_

  • amtupu_ 10w

    Edit: thank you a million cadences
    @writersnetwork for the lovely
    like and repost (28th and 3rd).
    to all the mirakeans, you're a wonderful
    community guys. Love ❣️
    ______________________________

    we're in the ocean of love,
    voyaging across horizons,
    of forever, blindfolded
    of the violent tides around us.

    but when the earth
    shakes too hard to jiggle us,
    we will hold on very tight,
    gripping on to the waters.

    we hope to discover gravity,
    the moon, and the sun
    behind these tides,
    and be in silent conversations
    with them.

    when the cold currents
    race against our battleship,
    we will wage war against them,
    sailing deep into the warzone,
    with compassion and commitment.

    when everything seems
    to have fallen apart,
    we will swim in this love together,
    fighting against the waves,

    and when we're tired,
    we will come at truce
    with the tides,
    and convince them to carry us
    towards the shore,

    ebbing us away
    from the violent storms,
    to an island we've always known,
    an island of solace,
    an island full of love��.


    #start #wod #pod @miraquill @writersnetwork

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    we're in the ocean
    of love voyaging
    across horizons
    of forever
    blindfolded
    of the violent
    tides around us.
    ©amtupu_

  • amtupu_ 10w

    I can't escape poetry.

    #like #wod #pod @miraquill @writersnetwork @readwriteunite

    my mind
    is a sun-loving
    deciduous tree��
    in fall season,

    and my poems
    are like falling leaves��
    on a windy day,
    ebbing away all
    my enthusiasm,

    and eventually
    I lie dormant
    as winter arrives,
    leaving me homesick,

    longing for the green
    I used to wear
    just a few verses ago,
    proudly, like a denim
    jacket of spring.

    but I love
    the twigs that stay
    when all the leaves
    are gone,

    so I hug them
    every morning,
    and cook them ��️
    verselets for breakfast.

    and when the slightest
    whistle of wind blows by,
    the twigs point
    at the dancing leaves��

    reminding me
    that they're still alive,
    waiting for the rain
    to bring them home again.
    - @amtupu_

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    I love the twigs
    that stay
    when all the leaves
    are gone

    ©amtupu_

  • amtupu_ 15w

    on loveland hillfore
    'fore I knew it,
    contented hero herefore,
    guilty of love gore

    in view of two different
    burgs stood,
    to please the disdainful eyes
    of her majesty
    the land before her flies

    from steep uniform
    pine-bearing mountains
    to the sun-grazed plains

    there ran my mind
    to gaze in silhouttes
    upon pastoral carpet
    figures and shadows

    /Never could I have
    chosen the city/

    flowers and leaves
    bracket natural veils
    sprinkling sweet odors
    never before smelt.

    therefrom shall bees
    and butterflies be ready
    to deliver delight

    linear gradients
    hanging parabolas
    sparkling daisies despite
    the dirt and the mud
    little teasing giggles

    /Never could rocks
    and hard places hurt/

    herds packs and flocks
    sighs eaglesights in chariot docks
    loud game and more game
    long rides and friend rides
    long boots and no less
    less longing and more mess

    when wide rivers meander
    i will be lost and wander
    delight roars and petrichor deos
    intelligent seeds
    disobedient kids

    there, I shall wed
    redeem myself
    my guilt and have back
    my fiancee

    - @amtupu_

    #pastoralpoem #wod @miraquill @writersnetwork #mirakeewriters

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    flowers and leaves
    bracket natural veils
    sprinkling sweet odors
    never before smelt.

    ©amtupu_

  • amtupu_ 15w

    we wish we knew
    better that words
    aren't enough and
    life needs actions
    to be conserved.

    there's an ignored side
    of life that's green in hue,
    wild mild and polite,
    but it's the innocent
    that gets hurt the most

    exactly,
    how do you reciprocate?
    you bite very tight
    the hand that feeds you

    who are you?
    I've heard about you.
    i know myself
    I was here millions
    of years ago,
    before you

    They call me
    flora just to tease me.
    i ache from the
    heat of wild fires

    my allergies
    are living people
    and my therapy
    is the extinction of things
    other than me

    I told you!
    I know myself.
    we both have listened
    to dying rivers gurgle
    in agony but I still
    admire water's resilience.
    do you?

    #patheticfallacy #wod @miraquill @writersnetwork #mirakeeworld

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    i ache
    from the heat
    of wild fires

    ©amtupu_

  • amtupu_ 15w

    there's a river flowing
    inside my head, and
    i can hear the sound
    of words dancing
    to the tune of violent
    turbulence and pebbles.

    life is a barren vacuum,
    there's no light here.
    darkness has a way of
    shutting those who blink
    even the slightest
    but poetry is my last hope,
    to bring me into existence again.

    if my poem doesn't rhyme,
    set my feet free please,
    and I'll run fierce
    like a free verse.

    there are broken crayons
    inside my bag and i wish
    they befriend my emotions
    and tell each other stories
    of how it's impossible
    to be whole again.

    i've learnt quicker that
    behind a broken heart
    is a brain that feeds it
    and that if a house
    is full of demons, maybe
    there are better confessions
    than vacate and leave it empty.

    - @amtupu_
    Wed. Oct 13. '21
    15.10pm

    #combination #wod #confessionc @writersnetwork @miraquill @mirakeeworld @writersbay #pod #mirakeeworld

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    if my poem
    doesn't rhyme,
    set my loose feet
    free please,
    and i'll run fierce
    like a free verse.

    ©amtupu_

  • amtupu_ 16w

    Thanx WN ❤️(24)

    tomorrow i'll remember
    not to show you things
    you didn't ask for

    tomorrow i'll remember
    to appreciate the beauty
    of privacy and being reticent
    with better opinions

    tomorrow i'll remember
    to protect myself
    from stray bullets so i'll
    refrain from needless
    exchange of thoughts

    tomorrow i'll remember
    to heal from what hurt
    me yesterday so i'll stop
    bleeding from people
    that didn't cut me

    i'll remember to strip
    of you the power
    to pronounce me with
    fickle emotions i had
    when i was at my worst.

    tomorrow i'll remember
    to live for me before you.

    #wod #anaphora @writersnetwork @miraquill

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    tomorrow i'll remember
    not to show you things
    you didn't ask for

    tomorrow i'll remember
    to heal from what hurt me

    tomorrow i'll remember
    to live for me before you

    tomorrow i'll remember
    to hunt for joy in things
    lost in the fire

    ©amtupu_