Miraquill
Pavilion
Beltane summerhouse of ivied pillar
and rainbow streams of sun.
Decorated with lilac and rose;
eld verse softly spun.
Columnated pavilion beside the water
beneath the gown of a willow tree.
Where blue specters gently swirl
with eyes of glimmering jewelry.
Doused in a mosaic of moonlight
shattered by cherry branches,
Queen of twilight floats aloft
weaving stars in astral dances.
#Youth
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Memories of Youth
Memories
Of Youth
Beautiful and carefree.
Craving for their eternal
Golden.
©the_inked_script14 0 2
But a Child...
She was but a child;
Yes, a little bit wild;
Not the kind you'd prefer…
But she was but a child.
She was but a child;
And so she loved to be kind;
And she hoped they'd pay her mind…
But she was but a child.
He was but a child;
One who happened to be mild;
Unsuited for his kind…
But he was but a child.
He was but a child;
And oh, did he try;
With hopes he'd one day fly…
For he was but a child.Photo By Elijah O'Donnell on Unsplash17 0 1
Youth
And I want
The tears
To fall
Cause I'm losing
My youth
It will
Never be the same
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queershubh
5w
Toxic
Wherever I go, men follow;
With their dreamy eyes and lustful lips,
Displaying dirty desires, which
I can't always swallow.
Some of them, I do entertain.
Citing my youth, that loves carnal things.
Yet there are a lot with whom,
any interaction I do refrain.
Some men touch my butt without consent,
Some want it at any cost.
Some tell me I am not their type,
Without me even trying to
woo them in the first place.
With men on my mind,
And a lustful lot behind,
Where do I find my peace?
To embrace the love that I seek.
They'll tell me that I am just bluffing,
But this cycle seems to be never ending.
Seems futile of me in trying to escape,
The toxic men, whom
Unknowingly some time before,
I myself desired.
The abandonment trauma and codependency
From my childhood,
Which I carried forward well into my youth;
Didn't let me realise,
Of how deep I was drowning.
Filling my lungs with their toxic brine;
Believing that in them I will find my salvation,
Not realising that I was the fool on the celluloid.
It's not my fault that I love my body.
My skin radiates of youth,
And I just want to dance and party.
Call me a slut, a whore if you may.
I am free to exercise my freedom,
My rights, and your toxic comments
definitely won't stop me.
©queershubh7 0
Tell Her....
I want you to look at that sweet young girl
That precious little pearl that is mid twirl
That little girl who is just six years old
Tell her it is time for some truth to unfold
Look straight into her small eyes and tell her
Just admit to her that you do prefer
Your face when it is caked and covered up
Tell her you just need a massive tune-up
Tell her that you clearly do not compare
To that other girl that is over there
Tell her how you wish that you could
Look the way you think that you should
Tell her you are not good enough
Tell her all the god damned real stuff
Look in her eyes with yours thought to be wise
With your eyes that you always do disguise
Tell her the whole truth without compromise
Tell her that fake is what makes it
Tell her you are as worthy as your fit
Tell her you need some bigger tits
Tell her how to change yourself bit by bit
Oh, you do not want to tell her that shit
But you demonstrate it, do you not get it
We are completely destroying the self-esteem
Of every young girl with access to a stream
Of every young girl with a television
Of every young girl that has vision
Those young girls look at adults and they see
How to act, how to look, how they should be
They see we are desperately trying to match
To appear as though we do not have a scratch
They see us all and they are so ready to be
Just like us, just like the tv, do you not see
Tell her that she is beautiful but you are not
Did that little girl buy it... That is what I thought
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The Cost Of Fake
Exactly how long can we keep this up
How long before our cup does run dry
How long can we keep caking on makeup
Before we can no longer self identify
No longer satisfy our own fucking eye
We are not Kim K and that is more than okay
She is fake as fuck and she pays to look that way
Do not base your self-worth on a DIY project
Who paid to change every perceived defect
It would be a shame if we all looked the same
It would be totally fucking lame
If like Kim K we all became fake
We need to give our heads a good hard shake
The truth is our youth are all suffering
Are constantly searching through databases
Attempting to make their bodies and faces
Match the fake images that are buffering
We need to embrace our unique covering
If we can not accept ourselves how will they
If we continue to portray this as okay
Another generation will be lost
Are we honestly willing to pay that steep cost
Their self worth is influenced by us
This is something we need to discuss
©danie_af7 1 1
Best power is decision making power.
Stamp your own authority.
©cdt_sanjib_dasPhoto By Sonya Borovaya on Unsplash3 0
pallavi4
6w
Read More8th of April, 2022
Thank you so much for the repost @writersnetwork 🥰
#wod #twelve #quotes_by_pallavi #youth @writersnetwork #miraquill #writersnetwork #poetry #pod #writerscommunity
@miraquill #pallavi_wnrepostsThere
is no greater
nostalgia than
the intoxicating aroma
of your youth
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- pallavi4 @tnr1046 hmm 🤔
- pallavi4 @milliondreamsarekeepingmeawake thank you so much 😊
- pallavi4 @fromwitchpen thank you 🙏🏼
- pallavi4 @merai_rajput444 thank you ☺️
- pallavi4 @love_whispererr thank you 🙏🏼
If
Shall we tiptoe in mental maelstrom
as flaming stars sear the sky
and peer at romantic gallows
only to hear a martyr’s lullaby.
In the smoky aureole
o’er your clouded head,
dewdrops probe
upon the gardens
along the riverbed.
Musicians set flame
to the motley harpsichord
but the blaze blows beyond their grasp
and all meaning becomes ignored.
We wander this melancholic maze
as our youthful ambition starts to blaze.
Oh to forsake the bliss and holy malaise
which floods over our residual days.
In the smoky spiral
o’er your ethereal guise,
morning strikes my face
and the dream is vaporized.43 5 11
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ak_anjali_daydreamzz
Omg Stunningly inked ❤️
Loved last para, last line ❤️ - miss_silentlyweird ❣️❣️❣️
- merai_rajput444
- merai_rajput444 great
- absynth @sitstillinthecarplease both the imagery and the ending is awesome ❤
Success
The race that cultivates a sense of purpose in young people
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Do It Anyway
Regret hurts more than failure,
Don't hold yourself back10 0 1
If you are the ocean
then I am the shore.
We are different and
yet impossible to
separate.
Impossible to say
where I end
and you
begin.
- JmStorm
©propheticsinner10 0
Hey!!
Why the youth is so much under depression like teenagers are committing suicide when asked to stop drinking..?
Just because a boy doesn't get good marks he's being beaten badly..
Why those 21 years old are engaged in running their SUVs at 100, killing families
..
It's worsening day by day
Youth needs love and self responsibility both..
They need space not distance..
©tani12117 0
mir_i_am
11w
Read MoreGot back to this writing after a while, please show me love. Also open to suggestions. Let me know if you can relate .
#poetry #writersnetwork #writer #quotes #writing #poems #love #wordporn #writersofig #quoteoftheday #writerscommunity #stories #poetrycommunity #life #writers #thoughts #dreams #spirit #hope #love #youth #riddle #wonder #firstLove is a Riddle
MY love is riddle
I could never love you directly.
Lest I be rejected.
You will only know of my love
Through my kindness
And you may ask yourself
If I'm kind to everyone
Or just to you.
my LOVE is a riddle.
I can never know what your thinking
And if your actions
Are a response to mine.
You drive me crazy
With the push and pull
I often ask myself
why are you kind to me?
How long can we dance to this song?
It's been played too many a times .
We twist and turn
And swing up and down.
Your skin is a whisper on mine
I always question if I'm hearing it right.
When the dust settles I wonder
If I'll be left dancing alone.
©mir_i_am13 2 1
“Young people… they seem to shoulder all the problems of the world. Wasting their youth worrying about so many things that don’t really matter. Only when you get to my age, do you realize that they don’t, and then you die! What good is that? Truth is, I’m the same child I was all those years ago. I haven’t changed. People never do, not really. The body may age, child, but the spirit does not. As the years come, you learn to accept how little control you really have. It is something that all young people have trouble coming to terms with. What, others do things you don’t want them to? You can’t control them, and why would you want to have to? It’s hard enough being responsible for the actions of one.” - Ahnah the Elder, Iah (2022) by S. M. Heinis
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the4linequotes 13w
Read More#the4linequotes #thenikhilnanda #words #mentality #thoughtprocess #youth #sucks #porn #thinking #sad #bad
By unknown writerpolluted minds !
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jordynbrower
14w
I've grown so accustomed to reality, I fear that I have become one with the others in this robotic world. Slowly, day by day, I can feel my soul begin to wilt. One petal, two petals, a corpse composed entirely of wilted petals. Perhaps in another lifetime, and in another society, I will get the chance to live the way that they do in the movies. If not, then I guess I will have never lived at all.
©jordynbrowerPhoto By Harry Gillen on Unsplash6 0
"" KARTAB"""
INSAN APNA JOOR
KUCH BEZUBANO PAR CHAALTA HAI...
PAR WO UPPER WALA
APNA JOOR SIRF
JUBAN WALO PAR CHAALATA HAI.....
कडवा है पर सच है......
©lioness_sakshigupta_Photo By Annie Spratt on Unsplash13 1 1
introvert_naari
17w
Read MoreOur generation needs to
grow up more and more.
Fool dene k Chakkar
me fool mt bano !
#nostringsattached
#youth
#pickuplinesbynishIdk why our generation prefers
"no strings attached" more than
a permanent true bond maybe we
all are running away from our
responsibilities or just we don't
want to stick with the permanence
bonds but if we seek towards the
human nature and emotions we
find that no matter how much you
don't want to attach with the one
but at the end of story you become
addicted to that person.
©introvert_naari
