Miraquill
THE ONE SIDED LOVER STORY
Belle lady of the 7 kingdoms
Your beauty I couldn't fathom
That I climbed everyday the sycamore
Just to get a chance to behold you more
Oh how I loved you with reckless abandon
And really wished I could tell you
My heart you held like an ace and placed on hold on
But really I never knew how long this was due
You were my muse
And all in one my first and my deuce
My heart was your playground left fallow
Another it never would allow
But the day I saw you wedded to the Prince Augustine Taylor
Really was a hard pill to swallow
As you were my one and only option
My only life ambition
Now all my hopes have gone down the drain
Your leaving came unexpectedly like the rain
And washed away all of my hopes
I still ask myself how I have managed to cope
As I once thought the perfect fit was my neck in a dangling rope
©dannygodwyn_
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MY IDENTITY
I am a rare gem
Priceless and highly sought after
A queen in her own rights
And a beguiling lass to those with sight
So many times I have been in the cold
Left to bore till I grow old
And no one to hold
Until I found deep in me my stronghold
I had once lost my voice and my identity
To the lure and words choice of the human entity
But now I no longer bear this mistake and guilt
As my fortress of class and self-confidence has been built.
In no man now do I find my true definition
But in God the author of all creation
Looking at my mirror all I see is my reflection
How did I just realize I'm God's masterpiece of perfection
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dannygodwyn_
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PROBLEM SOLVER
In this our world filled with rampant cancer
Everyone here is searching for answers
Be it doctors, pastors,singers
Or the designated dancers
In this our world dominated by various shades of designers
Everyone is in the hunt for the latest just to be trendier
That's a good thing but at the expense of a dying person in dire need of dinner
It becomes a thing of pain as their hopes of living day by the day grows thinner
In this our world where everyone so desperately wants to be a winner
We go to any means even if it means we becoming sinners
Making us in the end losers
We could rather have won genuinely but we never will know till we are bitter
But today we make a choice to be better
To stand for a dying soul today not later
To be a teacher of goodwill and also a doer
To be a cure to the world cancer
We together form the world's answer -
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ADOPTED
He looked beyond our blunders
And chose to call us sons and daughters
Bestowed on us the rights as joint heirs in his kingdom
A gift freely given after our rebirth into freedom
We were unwisely on the path of destruction
So close to the pricking pangs of condemnation
But for our sake he offered his son as leverage for our redemption
Now we are free through our confession and into reconciliation
Our life was once so dilapidated
And hopes were initially faded
Yet he drew us close to himself just as we came
Adopted we became
Now I can sing he has called us sons and daughters
As we are now joint heirs with Christ as brothers and sisters
This is who we are
For we are no longer who we were
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dannygodwyn_
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WORTH
What is my worth
He asks his creator looking into the clouds
Lost for words
Caught in between two worlds
The creator says child you are a shining star
You shine so bright all can tell even from afar
Just as it illuminates the night
You illuminate the world with immense impact
You are birthed for signs and wonder
Your utterances carry authority and power
You are a pacesetter
An immensely designated goalgetter
You are wonderfully created
Exceptionally loved and gifted
Beyond all measures you are not cheap but priceless
Never should you see yourself as less
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dannygodwyn_
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THE BROKEN
Into my life you came like the breeze at the cool of night
I never asked for you but I definitely needed you
Your soft palms became my soothe during my downtime
And you well crafted words came at the right times well seasoned
These moments I long for once again
Time ticked, pendulum swayed and memories sticked
Tick tock says the clock
Bringing me into realization of my present woke
You made your way into my heart like a wrecking ball
Broke me and left at your own will and call
My opinion was needed
But regardless you left me isolated
I had heard a lot of heartbreak stories
But always thought it was not possible
I saw them as parables
But now I have gotten a sting of its venom and it really is terrible
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dannygodwyn_
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THE SUCKLING CHILD
A newborn child
Is adjudged by the world as mild
But at the sight of the mothers breast nipple goes wild
With a firm grip holds on not allowing the hand glide
Sometimes this got me smiling
And at other times it got pondering
At the mystery of how at first sight
They got to know the suckle was their birthright
They came into the world bare
But grew in stature to know about the mothers care
And days went by and so did the count of seconds
With time they understood the mothers bond
Same applies to the newly birthed in Christianity
As new born babes you are surrounded by immense uncertainty
But you have the bible God's word written in ink
So ignite you burning desire for this sincere milk
For its only in God word your growth becomes evident
Knowing more about your bond in Christ is expedient
Gods word helps you know your rights and the excellence you ooze
As now you are birthed into royalty and purpose
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dannygodwyn_
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Trust lost in Thrust
Just like a bird in its nest
I found solace in your rest
You were to me a friend closer than blood
With you i believed never will there be a tear flood
But now here I am awestruck by reality
In an episodal taste of its brutality
When did you give yield the devil
And allowed him through you manifest evil
I'm still swimming in my own pool of tears
Still trying to allay this pain i can't bear
I always thought you were Godsend
But now all I just wish for is your end
You held me in your arms as you always did
In my heart I felt oh what a friend indeed
But your next deed I could not comprehend
Stark naked you forced me as you tied me to the bed
With every act of your evil rapeful thrust
I bled every epitome of trust
My virginity and belief in men's dignity i lost
All because of your malevolent lust
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dannygodwyn_
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What is a heart without its own beat?
What is a game without its own cheat?
What is a life without its own feat?
What is the sun without its own heat?
What is a millrace without its own leat?
What is romance with no peat?
What is hospitality with no treat?
What is music with no lyrics or beats?
What is a gist when it's given in bits?
What is a team when filled with misfits?
What is a bulb's essence if it can't be lit?
What is a relationship without knit?
What makes a workman if he has no kit?
What is determination when you call quit?
To every action there's always a reaction
So what will your reaction be to your present situation?
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dannygodwyn_
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My Mirage state
I won't admit it but I'm depressed
Bottled down in me are feelings that won't be expressed
Words that won't be said
And so many encounters that won't be shared
My smile eclipses the pain and remorse
But deep down I'm in a state of demise
My feelings no longer make sense
With my only wish to retrace the steps in my past tense
I once was truly exorbitantly gay
But now my words and actions lead my friends astray
Jovial is the role I portray
Simply because I can't seem to push them away
My family is asking so many questions
My friends are making a few observations
To their questions I smile and say its all fine
And to their observations I try to drift my acts depending on the scene
I'm broken but I want no one to know
I sleep every night basking in the euphoria of my sorrow
I have no assurance of what lies in my Tomorrow
My only escape seems to be wallowing in the comfort of death hollow
Say no to victimization in depression
©dannygodwyn_
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crackedmind
166w
"THE GREAT MUGHALS"
In the 1300's or late,
There came the Mughals," Mughals the great";
And I want to clear some common doubts,
So it is the thing we are gonna talk about;
Babur was the first, it is known,
How kind and generous he is shown;
"A brave boy with some fair looks,
Who loved nature and wrote good books;"
But what you don't know till this day,
He slept with sex slaves who were gay...;
He clashed in wars and showed his power,
He used the cut heads to create a tower;
Humayun was the second, it is known,
How brave and honest , he is shown;
"An innocent guy, a King so fine",
Yet addicted to opium and wine...;
A minor girl, he did take,
And mother of Akbar, he did make;
To Sher Shah Suri , he did loose,
And died due to effect of booze;
Akbar was the third, it is known,
How tolerant and great, he is shown;
Indeed he was unique, " Akbar the great",
With his daughter in law, he did mate;
And his son was in an unholy doubt,
Which was something to cry about-
That whether his son was his brother...,
And his sister was his mother...;
Jahangir was the fourth, it is known,
How good and wise, he is shown;
He poisoned his father to get the throne,
And at his death, he didn't frown;
He plundered the nation, without rest,
And enjoyed the sin of incest;
Jahangir was the fourth, it is known,
How good and wise, he is shown;
He poisoned his father to get the throne,
And at his death, he didn't frown;
He plundered the nation, without rest,
And enjoyed the sin of incest;
Shah-Jahan was the fifth, it is known,
How nice and gentle he is shown;
Modified a temple and named it a "Mahal",
Slept with the daughter of Mumtaz Mahal;
And what an excuse did he drop?
"I am enjoying the fruit of my crop",
All his brothers, he did kill,
And out of opium, made himself ill;
Aurangzeb was the sixth, it is known,
How worthy and mighty, he is shown;
The one who destroyed hindu schools,
Valiant, void, and a man so cruel;
Made the Hindu's life as bad as hell,
A worse king than him, I can't tell;
Bahadur Shah was the last, it is known,
How noble and brilliant, he is shown;
You want to know what he did ?
He looted us Hindu's for his 64 kids...;
He was the last chapter to the tale,
In the Mughal coffin, he was the-
"Final Nail"
©crackedmind -
neongirl
170w
'No'.
A word that is often underestimated , misunderstood and worst of all 'Ignored'.
If managed well 'NO' could be a tool of integrity, a quest for a better choice, or can be way to protect yourself from exploitation.
Don't let them make YOU feel guilty for using the word 'NO'.
Everyone has the right to say 'NO'.
To refuse.
©neongirl -
stories_by_mohit
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A THOUSAND KISSES
Before you,
the world might have been perfect,
But now it's more mine.
There were stars in the universe before,
But now for you they shine.
There were tens of sorrows,
Hundreds of pain I borrowed,
But that was before you my missus,
Now it's all about thousand kisses.
A thousand today,
A thousand tomorrow,
Together we'll become million,
Just like the universe,
You'll become my trillion.
I was alone,
Happy in my own sight.
You gave me the reason to look ,
A world worth a fight.
I write something today ,
Or maybe tomorrow
But that was before you, my missus,
I write everyday now,
Because its about a thousand kisses.
World was a landscape,
Life was a paintbrush,
Irregular lines was all I knew.
But that was before you,my missus
Now I paint and play with words
Coz it's all about a thousand kisses.
I call this beautiful ,
name it love and spell it Lulu,
I am yours as you are mine
my sweet teen bubu.
I know it's cheesy,
but it was before you ,my missus
Now as you already know.
it's all about our thousand kisses.
©fearisreal4us -
maliha_bazai
194w
Blurred
I can feel you
Roaming in my blood
You're here, yet how far you are.
I can't touch you
Nor can taste you
I cannot live you enough
No matter how much I wait
And you're always there
In worries and pains
In lonely paths,
In broken vows
I sense you rolling
Out from my eyes
I feel you in the
Wetness of my tears
I search you in ruined drawers
In doors opened and closed
I find you in darker secrets
In saddened nights
In orange blossoms
Of newly brides
You're hidden inside me
I cannot live you
Yet I can feel you
In the breathes I take
The steps I make
The courage I lack
The turns I take
I feel you everywhere
In my heart
Yet... you're nowhere.
©maliha_bazai -
matekar49
170w
Take Me Back To The Start
I look around at the mess I have made
All the painful things I have said
I know I could have worked hard and done better
Maybe that would have shut the haters
Now my mind is full of accusing voices
Making me regret all my choices
I wish I could stay in my distant past
When life was easy and not so fast
I promise I can make everything right
If you take me back to the start.
©dummy7 -
miss_mystery
170w
Read MoreThere is a myth that after death, we'll end up in a queue leading to the gate of heaven. Each one should offer something they possess, to be qualified to enter the heaven. If the offering is not considered worthy enough, they'll be dragged to hell.
So, what would you be offering? Let me know by the comments...
I'd like to offer imprinted ashes of me
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Standing in front of the golden gate
I neither shudder nor stand steady
What am I supposed to offer the fate
I've lost all, close to my heart already
I've been burned alive a thousand times
Yet I emerge out scarred but not scared
What life threw at me always, are the limes
By which I prepared drinks and also I shared
The love of my loved ones are imprinted
In every inch of my hardened heavy heart
Remaining are the ruins of ash untinted
Would that be enough for me to depart?!
©miss_mystery
#imprint #mirakee #pod #gate_wt #writerstolli #p2h_10 @poem2heart #writersnetwork #bluepup #ceesreposts #noticeMeDaki #alkareadsImprinted Ashes
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dishang8614
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If life brings you in such a mundane situation
And unbroken chains of procrastination
Where you can't find your exact destination
Why not sailed it with a powerful determination
Reach your goal as you walk in the right direction
Soon you will arrive with a great distinction
As your footprints leave a visible remark to your words and action
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dishang8614
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#art_wt @writerstolli
@mirakee @writersnetwork @soulwriter @akshay21bawane @lonepoet @ann_oying
@bluecrane_86 @redpossum @sleepinghermit
The Spoliarium an ancient art painting by Filipino artist, Juan Luna. This painting garnered the first gold medal in the Exposicion Nacional de Bellas, Artes of Oil painting in 1884 in Madrid. At the center of his painting are fallen gladiators which are being dragged, a symbol of fanaticism and injustice.
Source: Google
Lifeless Gladiator
The darkest hour has come
In the underground tunnel of Rome
A scattered thunderstorm of mourn,
Flesh by flesh dying on its unclaimed throne
As I walked around, I see no color
But the blood of yours, my gladiator, my love,
Though your comrades failed, yet it's a valor
To rejoice and honored
Your precious life has gone,
Still, this heart waiting in the dawn
Now I can't see you, only your shattered voice
Whispering in my ears, your enemies rejoice,
How cruel, all the lifeless bodies dragged
And tremendously dumped
A flesh of blooded wine,
Your pale hands keep holding on mine
Soon the river of life runs dry and fried
You live, you fought and died,
This love of mine will forever stay
Until we meet through eternityLifeless Gladiator
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#todancewithyou
PC: Pinterest
Words used:
Señorito-hippie word used among friends in place of sir for English or señor for Spanish, a young gentleman
Señorita-a title or form of address used of or to a Spanish-speaking unmarried woman, corresponding to miss
Despacito-literally means "slowly" in Spanish, it's massively popular 2017 Spanish-language song by Luis Fonsi, Daddy Yankee, later remixed with Justin Bieber
Favorito-Spanish word means favourite
A song despacito
My heart's favorito
I wanna dance with you my Pacito
My sweet señorito,
A man with a broken heart tattoo
Dance with this hopeless señorita,
Who loves to drink a margarita
Oh, Pacito...Pacito...
Will you tell me your secret too?
As we jive into the highest falsetto,
Oh...oh...oh... you step my toe
Please, slowly my señorito,
You're hurting me too
Oh, Pacito...Pacito...
How I loved to dance with you,
But I'm not in love with youTo Dance with You
©dishang8614 -
matekar49
170w
If My Shorts Could Talk
If my shorts could talk
They would tell you -
Stop commenting when she walks
Stop staring as if her legs were on display
She never wore me for show off
She wore me so she could easily play
Don't think she doesn't know you eve tease
But you should know she is not seeking attention
She just likes how her legs feel in the warm summer breeze
And I know when you see her wearing me
You say her hips and thighs look so broad
Yes they are, broader than your narrow mentality .
©dummy7
