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  • bklyn464 15w

    As the Willow Weeps

    The wind whispered mellifluous
    Tunes in the song of my dreams
    Trees were bending to the power
    Of the ocean waves as the
    Weeping willow wept through a mist of nightly tears
    Bringing sadness and grief to the Mother Earth

  • bklyn464 15w

    Wilds

    Her eyes inspired the fields of spelt
    Transformed with jasmine and honey
    To arrive from unexplored jungles
    The sparkling gems of some unheard queen
    Kept away from nosy prying hands
    Unearthed in a mad dash of spontaneity
    Unlocked the treasure of one's soul
    Brought to us in the wilds of feminity
    ©bklyn464

  • bklyn464 15w

    Word Prompt:

    Write a 3 word short write-up on Comfort

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    Struggle never comfortable

  • bklyn464 15w

    Shall I Wait?

    Wait? Wait? My future seems bleak
    Dark and crumbing mired in soot
    An inkblot footing in deceit

    Wait? Wait? As i stretch, claw at questions
    Wiping away my scars, fears, and indecision
    A messy stain upon my person

    Shall I wait? The pressure mounts
    As i push forward building up tension
    Pulling at apathy but curiosity is what counts

    Wait? Wait? The air is stale
    I can smell grief, sadness and anger
    All expelling out expediently in this tale

    Wait? Wait? My air lifts
    My pain exists, but there is light
    My movements though sparse are a gift

    Shall I wait? Daylight sparkles
    In tears I expel in this vacuum tomb
    Breaking barriers ends this monotonous
    Circle

    I Cannot Wait
    Release These Bonds
    So I can be spared this Fate
    ©bklyn464

  • bklyn464 16w

    Open the door for the fall wind has arrived
    Charge into the flurry of leaves that nature creates
    Taste the tantalizing treats touched by thyme
    October is the leaf season of overcoloring
    and overblowing
    Brisk is the change needed in the Summer's hot and hazy calendar
    Every fall night can be enchanting
    Relax as you sip cider tea and listen to the rustling
    and whistling wind
    Thank you for ❤
    #leaf
    #october
    @miraquill
    @writersnetwork

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    October

    ©bklyn464

  • bklyn464 16w

    @miraquill thanks for being an outlet for poets like me
    @writersnetwork
    Thank you @writersnetwork for posting poem

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    The Emissary's Symbol

    ...He instantly called his wife laying there his wife looked at him. Dazed and unsure of where she was, she had a small symbol engraved on her forehead. It was a silver crescent moon, which glinted in the moon's light. Her husband asked where did you get that mark? She didn't answer but pointed at what appeared to be the distant moon. He didn't understand. He thought she was acting delusional.He got her up and standing. She had a scrape on her neck and claw marks on her arns and hands. He touched his wife's face. It felt cold and flushed. He got her to sit down in a chair. He got her some water and he had to force her to drink it.

    After some time, she began to speak. "He's coming. He's coming." she repeated. "Who's coming? Who did this to you?" Just then the television screen started to flicker. Then the door was blown back. Rain was seen drizzling outside. The lightning crackled in the background.
    A low moan interrupted the otherwise quiet house. " Get away from the Empressa! No one is touch her but the Royal Emperor!" demanded the emissary.
    Her husband backs away and stands in front of his wife to protect her. "No get away from here! Leave us alone!" he screamed.
    The mysterious emissary with the hooded cloak wet with rain reaches out with his gloved hand. "The time has come. She must go." demanded the emissary.
    He looks back at his wife and his wife looks at him. "I'm...sorry my love. I didn't mention I'm not from here." his wife stated. "What do you mean ? This city? This state? This country? It's okay...we can get a visa."
    She touched his face. Felt his warmth and touched his chest. "No we cannot." The emissary turned and moved back towards
    something in the distance. It moved closer to them and as it did, it became clear as to what was going on. The Royal Guard came out of the shadows with their staffs in hand. "No..No..You can't leave me! I won't let you!
    I...love you!"
    The emissary steps in but his wife waves him off. " I have no choice. It is out of my hands. " She touches his shoulder twice. And smiles.
    "I'll see you on the other side, my love. " With that she walks with the emissary to the landing zone. Her husband hurries with them and takes her arms in his. A bright blinding light appears. The Royal Guard and the ship that brought them are gone.
    Most of the world had been evacuated in the destruction of Earth. But a husband could not lose all that he loved.




    ©bklyn464

  • bklyn464 16w

    #WritingContest

    Participate in writing contests hosted in the Creative Arena.

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    The Emissary's Symbol

    ...He instantly called his wife laying there his wife looked at him. Dazed and unsure of where she was, she had a small symbol engraved on her forehead. It was a silver crescent moon, which glinted in the moon's light. Her husband asked where did you get that mark? She didn't answer but pointed at what appeared to be the distant moon. He didn't understand. He thought she was acting delusional.He got her up and standing. She had a scrape on her neck and claw marks on her arns and hands. He touched his wife's face. It felt cold and flushed. He got her to sit down in a chair. He got her some water and he had to force her to drink it.

    After some time, she began to speak. "He's coming. He's coming." she repeated. "Who's coming? Who did this to you?" Just then the television screen started to flicker. Then the door was blown back. Rain was seen drizzling outside. The lightning crackled in the background.
    A low moan interrupted the otherwise quiet house. " Get away from the Empressa! No one is touch her but the Royal Emperor!" demanded the emissary.
    Her husband backs away and stands in front of his wife to protect her. "No get away from here! Leave us alone!" he screamed.
    The mysterious emissary with the hooded cloak wet with rain reaches out with his gloved hand. "The time has come. She must go." demanded the emissary.
    He looks back at his wife and his wife looks at him. "I'm...sorry my love. I didn't mention I'm not from here." his wife stated. "What do you mean ? This city? This state? This country? It's okay...we can get a visa."
    She touched his face. Felt his warmth and touched his chest. "No we cannot." The emissary turned and moved back towards
    something in the distance. It moved closer to them and as it did, it became clear as to what was going on. The Royal Guard came out of the shadows with their staffs in hand. "No..No..You can't leave me! I won't let you!
    I...love you!"
    The emissary steps in but his wife waves him off. " I have no choice. It is out of my hands. " She touches his shoulder twice. And smiles.
    I'll see you on the other side, my love. " With that she walks with the emissary to the landing zone. Her husband hurries with them and takes her arms in his. A bright blinding light appears. The Royal Guard and the ship that brought them are gone.
    Most of the world had been evacuated in the destruction of Earth. But a husband could not lose all that he loved.




    ©bklyn464

  • bklyn464 16w

    Feeling your soft kiss
    On my hot expected cheeks
    Like an arrow's angled wings

    Blind in love i be
    On the steps i tread lightly
    To what is offered is free
    ©bklyn464

  • bklyn464 16w

    My hope growing out of the icicles
    Borne in books fermented on
    Ancient texts of scribbled
    Out of a dream floating on a cloud
    Brought to me by cherubim
    Wearing chubby sneakers with wings
    Followed by chariots on horseback
    In a cascade of snow flurries falling
    On a street dotted by gingerbread
    I look forward to the snowy path ahead
    To the frozen tipped mountain peaks
    So jagged and so cold

    #end
    @miraquill
    @writersnetwork

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    On jagged peaks

    ©bklyn464

  • bklyn464 16w

    So Brown
    Isn't it a sight that's beautiful
    Notes
    Mellifluously pleasing to hear
    Up and down the piano keys
    So Soft
    Like dark clouds hovering over the comfy quilt
    In our unique tapestry
    Fluttering Flashing eyes
    Gushing in our trails
    We trek everyday
    So Brown
    Isn't it a sight that's intricate
    So delicate So Magnificent
    One would think it was an elephant
    Brown so curvy so wavy
    Deserves a crown
    With leaves so brown
    Flittering on frayed tensions and fractured frames
    Never wafer thin or crunchy coarse
    So Brown
    Deceivingly fragile and an unmitigated force