Miraquill
More than I fly, time flies,
More than I achieve, my dream flies.
Patience, I put more than my irritation,
Thus, I reach the gate of salvation.
©anamika17
anamika17
A writer by heart forever
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Remember me as an undisputed organism of your soul, I'm scattered into pieces,wrap me up to be one with you.I'm diversified into parts ,make me unique to be invincible part of you.I'm divided into fragments,gather me to form as one and only ,your very own intellectual Identity,sophisticated and unbreakable part of you.
©anamika17 -
Wanna groom myself, dare to be your mentor,
So hello, just sit beside me, not in the centre.
©anamika17 -
Let's get to that starting line,
Where, we've erased all the dissimilarities
Developed between us.
Let's get back to that starting line,
Where I've lost my rhythmic verses,
Burried inside me.
Let's gather together those special feelings
To start again a very mesmerizing bonding
Existed, once in our crowded, busy life.
Let's favour us forever
To have some void space, away from others,
Establish a never-ending, everlasting saga.
©anamika17 -
Send me the address please,
Where I can get, sublime peace.
©anamika17 -
anamika17
2w
My darkest of night
Are filled with light,
In your presence dear,
I've no more fear.
©anamika17 -
Sometimes I feel more for you
Than you can feel for yourself.
Everyday I love you more
Than you love yourself.
Nowadays , I think of you more
Than I can think of myself.
I started to live your dreams more
Than you're living them .
I suffer at your little pains more
Than I suffer at my sufferings.
You've taken control over my senses more
Than I can've the control of them.
Is it called love or what?
I'm more in a state of confusion,
Than your ways confused me.
©anamika17 -
Pocket full of miseries,
Lips full of smile,
Tongue full of blessings,
Help me cover mile n mile.
Heart full of gratitude,
That's my very own style.
©anamika17 -
anamika17
3w
Wanna give you that
You didn't have.
©anamika17 -
My blotches are too deep to fade,
Hidden beneath the heart,hard to invade.
My smile can but tears can't lie,
Know the reason , you need to be a spy.
Never ever have the habit to reveal my agony,
You can't imagine,scars I've so many.
Touching my soul, can feel the heat,
Thus only I can heal a little bit.
©anamika17
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inked_selenophile 1d
Read MoreI stand
watching outside the window
the falling stars and the moon
collapsing myself against
the unfinished promises
Sipping a cup of tea,
I was wishing
I could explain and summarize
the abandoned heart hurts!
I could hear the voices
of a laugh from outside
And also, I turned around
and saw everyone else was
smiling too
It seemed only the falling stars and
I was whispering vulnerable
loud laugh!
-Inked_Selenophile
#fly
Thank you for EC, WN ��I want to fly and take on a ride in between falling stars to experience the gust that induces sorrows and hopes much like my grief and healing!
©inked_selenophile -
unspokenpen1927
1d
Read MoreHe is the minutiae May flower
That blooms on the rusty crust
Of my canorous and canopy chest
And monochromatic sheeny spine
His sacrosanct skin is painted
With the margins of coffee beans
And my Essence met him on
The vintage streets of homochromatic
spring and those bifurcate were
showering syringa and buttercups
On us when our souls had the
Conversation for the first time
Moon light is draped in his feets
sunrays is running in his veins
Today stars have turned into
The street lights and welkin
Is the crimson carpet,on this
Special day
His heart is poetical
His throbs are metaphorical
And i am the sonneteer who
Scribbles sonnets on our
incomplete love story but
I hold the romantic poetry
synopsis betwixt the cleavage
Of my lips
He is the sillage summer
Where i melt my silhouette
In his aching dark shadow
Near the beach where the
Twilight horizon embrace
The blue sea and grey sand
He is the cold sunrays that
Falls upon the daffodils which
Is growing in my backyard and
Its petals are sutured with the
Hope and love
He is the dusk which is decorated
With the holy stars and he embraces
All the darkness of my May pink skies
And he narrates our love story on
The skin of nyctophilia and metaphors
On the moonlight and his poetries
Turns my heart into velvet colored flower
His name is the holy prayer which
rests betwixt my cheery
Colored cupids and when he
Embraces my brinks with his
I start to sing the symphony of
L o v e, h o p e and f o r e v e r
PS-happy birthday love its been ages that you have departed but you will still remain special!
#fly #wod #darling_ec
Thank you so much @miraquill for the EC!❤And darling,
I will gift you my tender
Wings upon which wallflower
And sunflower are being sutured
So that i can see you flying
High in the city of May skies!
©unspokenpen1927 -
Remember me as the symphony
of an unchained river
flowing with the wind by my side
spread across valleys and mountains
mingling with the ocean that rolls
kissing the horizon that never stops embracing the cerulean sky
//Remember me in the elements of nature//
©soulfulstirrings -
sproutedseeds
3d
Read More#wod #prose #writersnetwork #miraquill
@writersnetwork thank you for the repost ❤️MOON
Remember me as a moon
who shines, glimmering in the darkness
inspite of the mood swings
between waxing and waning days.
©sproutedseeds
17.05.22 -
pallavi4
4d
Read More16th of May, 2022
Lines taken from a letter: Frida Kahlo’s letter to her husband Diego Rivera -
“Nothing compares to your hands, nothing like the green-gold of your eyes. My body is filled with you for days and days. You are the mirror of the night. The violent flash of lightning. The dampness of the earth.“
#wod #letter #frido_kahlo #enthral #love #love_poems #passion #passionate_poems @writersnetwork #miraquill #writersnetwork #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @miraquillEnthral
I want you to know
That I think of you all day
Though the absolute truth
Would be to say
That your hands fill my mind
Constantly
The way they possess me
Hold me, caress me
Driving me absolutely insane
The way your mouth owns me
Making my insides melt
The possessiveness of your body
Keeps me up at night
Wondering when do I get
Possessed , enchanted next
Your calmness to my wildness
Confuses me, surprises me
I wonder if there will ever come
A time when I won’t feel
The fluttering butterflies
Sometimes I wonder if I ever induce
The same reaction in you
The trembling though is the worst
Part of being with you
Of anxiety, anticipation and one of
Absolute pleasure
Yet nothing compares to your hands
nothing like the green-gold of your eyes
My body is filled with you for days and days
You are the mirror of the night
The violent flash of lightning
The dampness of the earth —
My savageness , wildness were
Never troublesome before
I met you -
I loved them, nurtured them ....but now
Now they keep me up
In the day - wondering
How do I stop them ,
Tame and slow them down
And at night - devising new
Plans - plots and schemes
Just to keep you enthralled
Constantly
©pallavi4 -
sheena
3d
A Handful Of Me...
Remember me as a source of your muse. The most beautiful one you could treasure, a bit hazy by the time I'm long gone, washed away in the waves of time. Let me be in your words even if you complain of not seeing me around now, I will be there in your poems like the most terrific metaphor you use to ignite the spark in your words. Hold me close, but not for long. Weep a bit, but only for the time being. Fall for other things, but without removing the last trace of me. Find me when you lose your trajectory, I will be there blinding your sight with the smile you called as my best ornament I ever wore. When the cold winter arrives ask it to be a little warmer; just because it will be hard for me to reach you when the days turn cold. And finally, let me go when the rain washes off the sand, the dust from the viridity and the morning had the sky azured. Smile for celebrating my existence that was once in your tale like the most cherished memory you could have.
©sheena -
artemiswrites
1w
Read MoreI spent a substantial portion of the night of 9th to 10th May 2018, writing my first 'major' poem "Tainted Words" and then I spent a substantial portion looking for a platform to publish it. By a twist of glorious fate, I found @miraquill and the journey has only become sweeter since then.
I can't imagine myself without Poetry, it is as much a part of me as my heart and it will remain so.
Thank you to everyone who's supported me, who's left wonderful comments under my posts and who's reposted my posts. I'm so so grateful.
Thank you to @writersnetwork and @miraquill for the constant encouragement as well.Four years ago, I built a home
that had firefly light for lanterns,
curtains made of Autumn's red,
floorboards made of Himalayan Cedar imagery,
with none of the cruelty of the ax,
a roof made of wisps of a thousand skies,
furniture made of condensed music and
a fireplace crafted out of the Monsoon,
to house the sun
Four years ago,
I made a home for myself
from the Art of Poetry,
and this home has always welcomed me
with its warm freshly baked bread smile
ever since.
always
©artemiswrites -
Remember me as a night sky, the one who has carried phases of the moon in the heart!
©inked_selenophile -
Never-so-jinxed monotony
Remember me as an exorbitant metaphor
whom your betrayals may not afford anymore
only scillas, sunshine, skies and sunsets can.
my town is not suffocat'd now-a-days || bidya -
Remember me as a fallen angel
Remember me as a demon with wings
Remember me as a heinous secret of yours
But don't forget me as the purest lover
©auriferous_dreamer_
