#Editorschoice

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  • shreya296 1w

    Craving

    Craved for your love all these years, little did I knew that i'll get that also as a left over
    ©shreya296

  • leaonmars 2w

    Self worth.

    Your worth lays in what you offer to this world.
    Nothing else matters.
    ©leaonmars

  • leaonmars 2w

    Suicide attempt.

    The night sky with its its-filled jewellery looking down at me probably pitying me.

    With a bottle in my hand and my head laid back on the muddy ground. I close my eyes, to see her shadow coming down at me from the moon. I can feel her fingertips touch my hairy face with such delicacy.

    'Come with me ' she whispered.

    And I followed her to the edge of the cliff.
    I can see her clearly at the bottom.
    It should have been me down there...I'll fix that now.
    As I was about to step to my doom I felt someone hugging me from behind.
    It was real this time. Who the fuck dared to stop me from getting what I deserve ?.
    ©leaonmars

  • leaonmars 2w

    Lucifer's Offspring.

    At this point, I'm honestly waiting on Lucifer to come and knock on my door. inviting me to his family gathering as his long lost son. He is the only father I ever made proud.
    I'm that awful of a person...i wonder how I'm even considered as a human.
    ©leaonmars

  • leaonmars 2w

    Connexion.

    "I hope you find someone who speaks your language so you don't have to spend a life time translating your spirit."

    Dr thema Bryant Davis .

  • leaonmars 2w

    Trapped.

    Love is a strange language.it doesn't need words just one look and you are doomed to be trapped in that golden cage it's gorgeous, however, it's still a cell.
    It alters your behaviour. locking you in your place when you see your beloved. sweating nervously worrying whatever they perceive the same or not. Or is lust? And I'm trying to avoid that topic to respect my pact with god?.
    I don't know all. I know is that I want her to be mine.
    ©leaonmars

  • leaonmars 2w

    Lonely boy.

    Lonely boy before and after.
    He lay dead on the ground. The cause of death doesn't matter. because no one cares, about who suffer only your mother and father. Poor mother, she cried and begged the Lord to bring him back but she heard no answer.
    So she's waiting for salvation that might never happen.
    Lonely boy before and after.
    ©leaonmars

  • amalia_abbar 6w

    #miraquillwrapped #writersnetwork @writersnetwork @miraquill #miraquill #pod #wod #writersbay #editorschoice

    Whoa! I can't believe my post made it to the Editor's Choice section! It's an honour! Thank you so much for making my day ��

    Thank you to all those who read, commented, decided to repost and gave this poem a ❤ :)))

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    once upon a time
    there was a girl
    who knew how to rhyme
    and let her imagination unfurl

    she drank from the cup of fiction
    some days more, some days less
    and her diction turned into a mess
    when it became impossible for her
    to escape
    from the novels she read

    her poetry was more of a drape
    that altered the shades of words unsaid
    she was a victim of her fantasies
    slave to unrealistic expectations
    books continued to be her true companions
    and in them did she put all her blind faith

    eventually she set up a stage
    between the lines and in the pages
    of her world

    her emotions sang melodies
    when her soul tasted
    the love of Jane Eyre and the passion of John Donne

    her spirits danced
    to the "Songs of Innocence"
    and "Ode to a Nightingale"

    she developed a desire to become friends with
    Frankenstein's monster

    when "Frost at Midnight" would put
    everybody to sleep
    and the world would be quiet
    she voyaged with Gulliver
    visited Crusoe
    and joined the hunt for Moby Dick

    she cried
    when Paradise Lost Adam and Eve

    Shakespeare consumed her days
    while Charles Lamb gave her occasional company

    slowly she moved into a world
    of classics and poetry by the dead

    she forgot to live

    she was absorbed
    into the world of her making
    and withdrew from her reality
    that she wrote no more

    fellow writers and contemporaries sought her
    for her time and presence
    but she was drifting away, away, and away....

    she transformed into a mystery
    into someone who got stuck in the past
    she was always in love with literature
    but today, writing poetry eludes her
    vocabulary fails her
    she alienated herself
    and now she is an alien
    who narrates this unrhymed tale from off-stage...

    ©amalia_abbar

  • shefaligarbyal 10w

    Halcyon my sleep was
    As I woke up
    My skin looks vigor and vibrant
    Like I have burgeoned strawberries
    in my cheeks

    Flavours like
    an elixir of exuberance
    like a cool zephyr to
    my past dead
    poetries
    like soulful bread to my peanut butter
    And
    like fresh cucumbers to my sandwich toast

    My mirror accolades me
    As if am the moon of twilight zone
    As if am the Goddess of vitality
    As if am the belle of royals palace

    I baked musings of zeal in my heart
    like pancakes in my saucepan
    Pancakes smiles
    like flowers in my backyard
    humming songs of balladries in my chest

    Ambience waving
    with the taste of euphoric blessings
    Salmon-pink gown
    take overs in my cocoon like body
    Matte embraces
    the beauty of my stilettos
    as daisy smiles in the shades of
    yellowish polka dots

    Tangerine shaped diamonds
    drapes in my earlobes
    impetus to my eyes
    like a lost springs of magnolia
    come across

    like a pearl to its oyster
    as pure as snowflakes
    as pure as cinammon

    Eyeconic mascara blushes
    like an enchanted dine f
    for the cocktails and wine
    like a shawl of grapevine cuddles over
    like a bunch of berries in a full moon night
    to stargaze
    like azure kissess to its beaches

    Dainty feets cuddles
    the beauty of peach peep toes
    elegantly
    enhances
    like a magnificent panorama strikes to the polaroid

    Betrothal
    for the reunion of enamoured gesture awaits ...
    to sigh the beloved !
    to absorb in tryst of memories
    to prevail the triumph of love
    to embellish
    my quills of saudade
    dipped in ink of oxymorons of phantasm

    As horripilation in my epidermis
    trails the epiphany
    of rising sonnets in my essence.

    Butterflies cajole
    in my gut
    to lay out the cheese of delight
    and glee
    to ally
    my vibes in galaxies of alliterations
    raising my eyebrows prudently.

    ©Shefali Garbyal

    #editorschoice

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    You gave life to my pancakes

  • jlaine 10w

    Against the Wind

    Here, I stand against the wind,
    With a crown of pulp and a quill in hand,
    Clinging to these notions I've yet to brand
    Upon my feeble skin.
    These inspirations, most stinging a bit,
    Poking and prodding, inoculating the sac
    With a course and a map and a cache of the past
    And a pinch of grit intermixed.
    Cavities swollen in this heart, in this home,
    Shouldering these walls of the loneness I hold close,
    As I tumble down the stairwell, vengeful ego seeking cove,
    To where forgiveness and remembrance intersect.
    O Lord, I'm ill-equipped for this trek.
    Must I bear this cross? Must I bridge this path?
    Shan't You transform this quill into a staff?
    For the beast, he's well adapted,
    These uncharted waters, rapid,
    May I at least take this barque for a lap?
    O what I'd give for a mere cautionary slap.
    Be still, my soul, and you shan't quake upon the rack.

    ©jlaine

  • venus93 11w

    Thankyou @miraquill for #editorschoice
    Thankyou @writersnetwork for the like

    #unnoticed #wod

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    To become the you of today,
    To acquire that indifference towards things
    which deserve your indifference ,
    To exhibit a hard exterior,
    To be that confident being ,
    To take in only what is necessary,
    To love yourself more ,
    To respect yourself more,
    To know yourself more ,
    To put yourself as the priority ,
    To be that better human being ,
    The unnoticed, unnoticeable changes
    you went through,
    Moment by moment, day by day ,
    Month by month, year by year.
    It was a hard process , yes,
    But it made you the you ,
    The unbreakable you.

    ©venus93

  • childauthor_345 11w

    She locked letters with love
    In the red bunch of radiance
    And chained four feet till
    Evident breaths stand abound .

    Winnowing stardust by sublime hands
    Stitching memorial sketches with wand
    Elle entered where vapours were still and
    Made my survival beautiful .

    //Tell me , November
    How you've made the grief
    Lubricant in sobbing days
    Bidding every pearl therein
    Yet with a sigh to adore --
    December as beginning //

    She's Aria's word , in Safari like #free verse of mine.

    #Editorschoice��️��❤️

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    Spellbinding - supplementary sculpture

    She , seraphic sobriquet ,
    Scintillate sangfroid snowfire
    Shaping solivagant soul ,
    (a) Sanguine sleek shining
    Swiftly submerging the sombre

    She sings silently
    So similes scatter softened smile
    Signing salubrious seasons ,
    Salvaging seven sundays
    She sprays serendipity

    Skilled sky shimmers
    Shedding scented scenes ,
    She snuggled skyline
    Sought sonorous sights
    Since soulmate

    ~ sumptuous sirius shading sonnet .

  • venus93 12w

    Thankyou @miraquill for #editorschoice
    Thankyou @writersnetwork for the like

    #start #wod

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    Smile like those abandoned flowers
    which smile anyway,
    despite the destiny of being plucked away
    from a habitat of familiarity to the unknown
    at the prime of their lives
    to be just decorative pieces
    or to fulfill someone's fancies .

    At the altar of selfishness ,
    they keep on smiling ,
    their scents ever so addictive,
    to be the charm and beauty and perfume
    of those who hurt them ,
    to be thrown away at some point
    when they stop what they used to be .

    Still they smile , knowing their time is up,
    for they only know to smile and nothing else.
    Either they wilt , or they get trampled one day ,
    but even in that pain ,
    they emanate their last drop of scent,
    their last drop of life blood itself,
    to die smiling , knowing their purpose is served.




    ©venus93

  • venus93 12w

    Thankyou @miraquill for #editorschoice
    Thankyou @writersnetwork for the like

    #words #wod

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    They uplift, make me elated beyond anything .
    They hit me point blank, an instant kill .
    Yes, don't ever underestimate your words.

    ©venus93

  • venus93 15w

    Thankyou @miraquill for #editorschoice
    Thankyou @writersnetwork for the like and repost

    #grandma #wod

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    When she cooked
    It wasn't just food.
    It was a heady concoction
    Of love, care, affection,
    A plateful of
    Her entire essence.

    ©venus93

  • venus93 16w

    Thankyou @miraquill for #editorschoice
    Thankyou @writersnetwork for the like

    #travel #wod

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    Today I feel so tired yet exhilarated ,
    for, I travelled the whole galaxy yesterday ,
    touching all those stars , which used to tempt me
    with their surreal glow and sparkle
    as if the sky strewn with diamonds all over .
    I travelled along with those meteors ,
    Rubbed shoulders with Halley's comet ,
    Thanked the sun for all the warmth ,
    Thanked the moon for always being there
    as a torch showing way at nights,
    as a friend in my lonely nights .
    Bowed at the fellow planets of my earth ,
    Wondered at the expanse of the milky way ,
    And wanted to travel beyond
    to know other galaxies
    and the wonders in store ,
    But then I saw my blue planet beckoning me ,
    a tiny speck in the distance ,
    making me realise I'm not even a speck
    in the bigger scheme of things
    to carry that huge ego within me ,
    As if I matter !

    ©venus93

  • venus93 17w

    Thankyou @miraquill for #editorschoice
    Thankyou @writersnetwork for like and repost

    #once #wod

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    You once told me
    that I can conquer the world
    if I put my heart to it,
    at a time when I was at my worst.
    I didn't believe you
    because I didn't want to .
    Now that I'm at a phase
    where I'm peaceful and grateful,
    I remember your words and realise that
    you meant it in a different way .
    We don't need to be emperors
    who conquer and rule the physical world.
    We can be the most common
    and yet we can be uncommon
    if we can conquer our inner demons
    and set ourselves free
    to enjoy what and who we are.

    ©venus93

  • venus93 17w

    Thankyou @miraquill for #editorschoice
    Thankyou @writersnetwork for the like and repost

    #personification #wod

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    I'm the wall of a house
    Standing tall for last one hundred years
    witnessing so much.
    Sometimes I laughed
    with the inhabitants of the house .
    Sometimes my heart filled with tenderness
    when little ones made me their canvas.
    Sometimes I cried
    when the woman of the house suffered.
    Sometimes I wept
    when someone dear fell ill or passed away.
    Sometimes I froze with fear
    when unimaginable cruelties shook me .
    But no one heard me ,
    even when I screamed to the world
    the atrocities sometimes committed before my eyes
    Or the conspiracies brewed within my earshot.
    How I wish I could talk,
    How I wish I could say all that I want
    Changing lives of many ,
    Changing lives for better.

    ©venus93

  • venus93 18w

    Thankyou @writersnetwork for the like
    Thankyou @miraquill for #editorschoice

    #start #wod

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    I am painting my night with happy lies,
    Dreaming unrealistic dreams,
    Opposite of what my life is all about,
    Taking myself through realms of fantasy
    Wading deeply in waters of imagination,
    Seeing things which I otherwise wouldn't
    In my realities.

    It's enchanting there that I don't want to return,
    But I have to wake up
    And go about with a life
    Which conflicts with my fairylands .
    But I live that life too,
    Only to return to my secret world at night
    To paint it again with happy lies.

    ©venus93

  • venus93 18w

    Thankyou @miraquill for #editorschoice
    Thankyou @writersnetwork for the like

    #wod #miss

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    Tu Me Manques

    I miss you when it rains
    For all the memories we made,
    Walking in the rain, hand in hand ,
    Holding on tight to each other ,
    Hoping to be together for eternity.

    Without us knowing it,
    planning a future that was never meant to be ,
    a future that wasn't ours to plan.
    Youth on our side ,dreams galore ,
    Bodies getting drenched in rain
    Hearts already drenched in love ,
    Two enthusiastic hearts beating for one another,
    sometimes beating as one .

    We wanted to conquer
    the worlds in each other ,
    We wanted to march on,
    with the love for each other
    The love , the one and only asset of ours
    to build a life for ourselves.

    Today, what I hold onto
    Are our memories together
    You and me
    Our laughter, our words for each other
    The loving eyes, the knowing smile.
    Dear , I miss you.
    I miss us.




    ©venus93