#argument

245 posts
  • extreme_case 1d

    @writersnetwork
    Thanks a lot for repost ��✨
    @miraquill
    #youngerself #lifeadvice #Argument #idioms #wod
    Sorry, it became quite long:(

    Read More

    Drama

    Curtains were closed & Stage was ready with a great host
    Rehearsal continued, Background filled with different emotions echoed.
    Trembling in the corner, a side actress was rubbing her feet together
    Cause for the first time in her life,
    She was going to be on a big stage.
    "Life is a bed of roses" someone recited
    "Only if you own the garden" She murmured.
    Looking at the lead actress, who was sipping her coffee, eyes closed
    She remembered her younger self sipping juice, relaxed, ignorant of the world,
    Who was a frog in a well
    To her, sea was never exposed.
    "How bright this world is!" Her younger self exclaimed,
    & Light is gone, everything became dark
    Heartbeat started racing with time & sweat raining, cause curtains are going to open,
    & She is going to perform,
    Ah, now she is out of trance.
    Slowly making her way to the stage
    Where props are already set up with extras
    She stood there looking in the mirror
    "Are you afraid?" She asked
    A young girl appeared
    Crying her eyes out,
    "People said, "an eye for an eye"
    But it's making me blind
    I wanted spring but why fall is so long?
    I want to quit, these shackles of happiness
    Are too tight
    I wanted to be a star, but why I became prop
    I want to live but living is hard"
    She whined.
    She smiled, caressing her hairs oh so gently
    She replied,
    "Life is a drama, start with being an extra
    You're surely going to rock
    It will take time but don't quit
    You've to act daily like a veteran star
    Shine so bright, be your own knight
    Cause world isn't so bright
    You be your own light
    And you're going to shine
    More than North Star
    Life is a drama, not oh so romantic
    But a genre of war."

    ©extreme_case

  • devikasethumadhavan 1d

    Argument poetry

    They said "there is no place like home"

    Someone just asked me how does a home look like?
    People tossing and swiping the phone to get attached to the world digitally.
    Sharing the secrets to an unknown id which they think is 'safe'.
    Or is it a place where the guardians abuse their own kids and others to show the domination?
    For me home is where my heart is at peace... At the harmony of happiness... The calmness in my mind gives me the best moments in life and I call that home...
    ©devikasethumadhavan

  • _sneha__19 2d

    Argument

    You're the most persistent argument I have ever seen
    In every silent corner of the world you're probably the only one who still speaks
    I adore you for your two hands raised
    Up high in every need-or-not-hour
    If you were fighting for equality, humanity or animal cruelty this world would've been a
    Much better place by now;
    But you just like to keep a record of everything wrong
    I like to imagine, and so I imagine the best and the worst kind of things I'm not very proud of it but I think too much of the world,one day, ending.
    And I don't think of your glass shattered or your hands forcefully stopped I think of what if that doesn't happen;
    With all the life crumbled into sand,
    One that mimics a painted ocean
    What if all the clocks of the world stand
    For one last revolution,
    Maybe your revolution would means something that day protest against crimes on children or war against the filthy powerful people and one for the week
    Maybe of all the anger that day,
    You'd also learn to speak
    ©_sneha__19

  • elli_mcfarlane 4w

    TIME ALONE

    Time alone heals no wounds,
    though it's passing is imperative.

    It is the crucial ingredient,
    in the recipe of changed perspective.

    ©elli_mcfarlane

  • elli_mcfarlane 7w

    Only those who breath rarefied air,
    the ones who write the history,
    will truely ever believe the notion,
    that in love and war all is fair.

    ©elli_mcfarlane

  • lifeistooochota 9w

    Kabhi aisa hua hai,
    jinke liye tum apne maa baap se lade ho aur wo shaks he aaj tumhare zindagi ma nahi ho ?

    ©lifeistooochota

  • summermoon 10w

    What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger.

    There is a saying that has always confused me.. What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger.

    I beg to differ. What doesn't kill you, plagues you. What doesn't kill you, has the potential to make you ugly. Leaving hairline fractures in your spine, waiting for the paralysis to come. Pressing down on your psyche, watching for the crack in your smile . Cleansing dopamine and serotonin from your body. Scrubbing joy and peace away as if it were toxuc. What doesn't kill you, kills you.

    If you let it.
    ©summermoon

  • veronica_06 10w

    Weaponless weapon

    If pen is mightier than sword, then
    Why does words prove to be the mightiest in the existence of all times?!
    ©veronica_06

  • liepa_malijauskaite 10w

    Yesterday's challenge "Argument poetry"
    #poem #poetry #argument #wod #try #don'tgiveup #nothingisimposible #liepa_malijauskaite

    Read More

    There's nothing impossible, as long as you try
    _______________________________


    No winner is a winner if never felt the loss,
    No possibilities are fun for you, if you don't try your all.

    Don't try to be the best in it, just do what you like most, that way you won't be hurt by thoughts, that it was waist of time that's lost.

    ©liepa_malijauskaite

  • wtf_ankrit 10w

    Show off.

    Knowledge is like underwear it's necessary to have it, but not to show it off .







    ©wtf_ankrit

  • profuselypoetryly 10w

    #combinations #wod
    and 👉🏽 #argument

    Long story short like fine wine ages with time,
    quotes I’ve been told or heard. So I will breathe, wait, and hope but this writer will warn you I’m about to go on a familiar whining spree. If you been keeping writing tabs along with me. All I can offer you positively is you can read my complaints for free but if you count your time as valuable but still read further on.

    As the saying going, it on your dime.

    Read More

    Long Story Short

    So since you’ve been forewarned
    you can grab some cheese along with
    my no expense whine.

    As the title goes long story short,
    I breathe, wait, and hope you understand how frustrated I am
    with this fickle Iphone of mines!
    When will it finally cease being in cahoots
    with Writer’s Block evil plot?
    I realized it thinks I’m quite naive
    when I caught it sneaking texts telling me I was still asleep and lost in fairy tales dreams.

    Trying to pass off it’s treacherous behavior as if it was my Writing Knight in Shining Armor trying to rescue my moonlight scribbling.
    While instead it was striving to leave me depleted of serious verses by the morn
    and verbally babbling.
    I would’ve been fooled into believing
    its devious show of concern.

    Give me a sec,
    to breathe, wait, and hope and
    get my exasperation better under control.
    You must understand my vexation,
    I almost fell sink, line, and hook for my cell
    being on the take with Writer’s Block!
    If it wasn’t for my irregularly insomnia
    I’ve been had by that crook,
    my backstabbing IPhone with all
    it’s annoying clicks, alarms, and ringtone!

    Long story short,
    this tirade must come to abrupt end.
    If hadn’t already lost you,
    I’m going to
    haphazardly,
    honestly
    even for me quite
    unexpectedly
    include another
    argumentative challenge quote👇🏽

    Not all wine (or people) ages well over time, sometimes it (they) was never good (mean spirited) from the beginning or after it (they) ages. It will probably be the fate of this nonalcoholic piffle of a tale that had you scrolling down figurative pages.

    Long story short,
    it’s time for me to fess up😲

    This is nothing less or more than one of my silly stories to break lose any type of written way from Writer’s Block…solely & only.
    I openly blamed my serious writing issues on an Apple product when it’s the very instrument I’m jovial fabricating upon.

    The outright truth this has been nothing more, nothing less than another one of
    my ahhhh….writing cons.

    I apologize now and probably (probably😌) will again so hopefully I will be eventually
    forgiven on this Mirquill’s domain.

    Hey there!
    Pause, breathe, wait and hope this gets better (nada🙄) not only were you apprised beforehand but you were also hoodwinked😉without a clue (or maybe not💁🏽).

    Keep pausing & repeat again,
    you know what.

    Anyway, I hope if you made it to this long finish, it was fine. If you had a bit of silly fun to past your time than it was worth putting embarrassment
    (for me🤦🏽)
    on the writer’s critical firing line.

    Truly & Sincerely,
    ©poetryly

    *EPILOGUE*
    I must explain this was a rambling desperate spur of the moment writing escapades after reading a few writes with the verse
    “breathe, wait, and hope.

    I was like…that can’t be a coincidence.
    I like thought….my phone (smh) was being fickle again by receiving a notification (again).
    If it wasn’t a new challenge, I didn’t mean to offend anyone awesome writes.
    That beautiful line just took my mind in a different direction (it happens here regularly).

    As well, I can’t remember if I read here or in a recent book when someone said when anyone says
    “long story short” it usually means you RARELY get the briefest retelling.

    Wait isn’t that quite another argument,
    that I discovered. I regress, where was I🤔?
    Oh yeah, what I have done here frankly purposely yet regrettably😒with friends and family. For that, I again truly and sincerely give an apology if they every read this.

    And That’s All Folks…nothing more for real😁 really real👈🏽oops👇🏽I just unintentionally fibbed. Please excuse any errors…this was way maaad long so I know I missed some
    👇🏽editing👇🏽

    Simply, and Truthfully
    ^THE END

    ^I found it after the write was first posted it.

  • bonitasarahbabu 10w

    An apple a day keeps the doctor away
    I heard this constantly,
    But all the apples I ate, have never kept the doctors away.
    All the apples I ate,
    It only destroyed the enamel of my teeth.
    An apple a day didn't keep the doctors away,
    I now have dentists to add to the fray.
    Bad apples, you taste delicious,
    But in excess you cause weight gain.
    I guess I stick with celery,
    Maybe those won't cause undue distress.
    ©bonitasarahbabu
    09/20/2021

  • cobaltbluink 10w

    #argument #wod @writersnetwork

    "A picture's worth a thousand words" they say
    Not to me
    They don't see how we argued right before exchanging our vows
    They don't see how you wooed me, entrapped me in your web of lies 
    They can't fathom you manipulated and gaslit every chance you got
    I picked up the pieces every time we fought
    Always one-sided, our fights
    Isn't that how it always is with a narcissist
    You said you'd change,
    You said you were afraid to lose me
    I resisted but finally gave in
    Giving you a chance to walk all over me once again
    This time without remorse
    You came at me with worse 
    The lies became clear, which you did little to hide
    The threats became more explicit
    Your venoms in plain sight
    You have me on your arm in every photograph 
    Muttering under your breath telling me to laugh
    Not long after, you hit me for the first time
    You pretend it isn't you and apologize
    I can't fake it anymore, smiling through abuse
    The days spent with you feel like a constricting noose
    But the pictures tell a false tale of felicity and joy
    Pictures are silent canvases open to interpretation by and by
    Thus from afar I, a seemingly apt mascot of a perfect marriage,
    If you look at me closely, like Mona Lisa, my smile disappears,
    I'm in fact a vacant image of a girl, denied and damaged 
    "...A picture's worth a thousand words" they say
    Not to me..

    Read More

    Wedding Photo

    "A picture's worth a thousand words" they say
    Not to me
    They don't see how we argued right before exchanging our vows
    They don't see how you wooed me, entrapped me in your web of lies 
    They can't fathom you manipulated and gaslit every chance you got
    I picked up the pieces every time we fought
    Always one-sided, our fights
    Isn't that how it always is with a narcissist
    You said you'd change,
    You said you were afraid to lose me
    I resisted but finally gave in
    Giving you a chance to walk all over me once again
    This time without remorse
    You came at me with worse 
    The lies became clear, which you did little to hide
    The threats became more explicit
    Your venoms in plain sight
    You have me on your arm in every photograph 
    Muttering under your breath telling me to laugh
    Not long after, you hit me for the first time
    You pretend it isn't you and apologize
    I can't fake it anymore, smiling through abuse
    The days spent with you feel like a constricting noose
    But the pictures tell a false tale of felicity and joy
    Pictures are silent canvases open to interpretation by and by
    Thus from afar I, a seemingly apt mascot of a perfect marriage,
    If you look at me closely, like Mona Lisa, my smile disappears,
    I'm in fact a vacant image of a girl, denied and damaged 
    "...A picture's worth a thousand words" they say
    Not to me..
    ©cobaltbluink

  • anchanamehr 10w

    #argument
    #firsttry
    #beauty
    #writersofmiraquill
    #writersnetwork

    Not sure if this is exactly an argument. Just some thoughts...

    Read More

    Don't judge a book by its cover they say
    but do we try to find any other way
    to know a person,
    to admire them,
    to fall in love with them.
    All that we look for is beauty, charm, flawless skin and all
    But what do we do we are mere foolish mortals after all.


    ©anchanamehr

  • kaydeedubb 10w

    If you sow sparingly to wrong you'll reap it sparingly during your harvest season. Too often wrong has been substituted as right, but at what cost? A falling future or lost souls? Too often we seek better, but we can't reach better by applauding wrongdoings and puffing up at that which is right. Because then when you attempt to fight for something right when it benefits you, it's highly unlikely for it to achieve because you decided that burning bridges was better than elevating from the turmoil around you.

    #argument #wod

    Read More

    Right and Wrong

    In the name of all is fair
    wrong has subsequently become
    a vindicator with a stronghold over society;
    clothed in sheep clothing, the wolf fights on
    forming this thick smog that has
    smothered the ideals of right.
    But it is untrue that wrong is right;
    no matter the color or the status,
    doing wrong is incomparable to that which is right.
    ©kaydeedubb

  • bellemoon99 10w

    #argument #wod

    Treat others as you'd like to be treated they say, but in reality that never works.
    I wouldn't like anyone to wake me up just to say goodbye, and here you are breaking the dream line.
    You wanted someone to tell you what to do, yet I could never imagine why someone would.

    You and I are very different, and they insist we act as if we're the same.
    Same value as humans? Of course, but our needs are quite distinct.
    I hate when others touch me without asking, and you want others to smother you with love.
    I want my space, while you need someone attached to the hip.

    Can't you see? How a rule where they ask me to act as if you were me could work?
    When you're not me.
    I'm not you.
    And to insist we are is madness.

    Read More

    Madness

    ©bellemoon99

  • preaching_poetries 10w

    #argument
    Thanks for EC (3)..!!

    Read More

    ᴜɴᴀɴꜱᴡᴇʀᴇᴅ

    If the hurt comes, so will the happiness

    Then why not to me? Or maybe I don't know what the happiness is..
    Broken wings of cruel fate flatter in my stomach
    Butterflies left me so long ago

    I don't let my mom caress my back anymore while she sings lullabies
    Cuz I don't want her to get scratches from my broken spine of morals

    I draw my knees close to my neck to hide the collarbones filled with permanent sorrow and temporary poetries

    The warmth of last kiss of happiness has been erased a long ago from the verges of my pale lips and cold heart.

    ~I am a poet now who bleeds every single day on paper or a void shaped as happiness~

    ©preaching_poetries

  • cool_buddy45 10w

    Not exactly #argument

    #twinge_r

    //Can you listen to my wings that are broken into pieces//

    Narration of a soulless girl left with silver tears:)
    @writersnetwork

    Read More

    ~Love understand all languages
    -(Romanian proverb)

    You left me with scars but I still
    believe in a hopeless hope.that you
    would return with a bouquet of love
    and hug me with a zephyr kissed
    embrace as love never knew the
    language of pain nor the letters of
    PAIN.I just hope for a hopeless hope.
    “Why don’t you listen to my heart?”
    it’s unstable with lots of insecurities
    and bleeding with water but not
    platelets.I’m so lonely without you.As
    an empty piece of brokenness.when
    will you sleep in my heart to soothe
    with your blossoming hands.You
    knew it very well that I won’t be able
    to live without you.But you still left me
    alone in a midnight which was full of
    dark spots of fears and silence tears.
    Still why did you run far way from me?
    yet you were miles away.you’re the
    one my heart thirst for and you’re the
    peace that cease all of my wounds
    with your alluring smile that pierce
    your dimples.while I enjoy it until
    wrinkles.Let us live those evenings
    again.Let us make those talks again.
    Let there be occurrences of
    restlessness.So that my heart will
    sigh again.If not much,then give me
    just a little part of that life back again.
    But don’t run away from me as
    distances are shrouding over me.Now
    I know very well that you always want
    me to go away from your paths.but it’s
    not at all possible for me,still you
    want me to get away,to forget you but
    you didn’t tell how?nor you didn’t take
    back your memories and our past
    along when you go without a glance
    back at me when I was tearing down.
    Take me there where the world exists
    beyond love and release me from your
    fragrances that remain in me.Love
    can’t understand all languages
    unless to break a heart that couldn’t
    heal back.It never come back if it’s
    gone,if its gone it gone forever.but still
    my heart hope for a hopeless hope
    exploring the language of care before
    I fall apart.

  • poetrycity 10w

    •Always remember that you're absolutely unique. Just like anyone else~Margaret Mead

    Nobody is unique. Just their medium of showing pain is different.
    Just as a crying child need his mother's lap,lovers too need darkness and pillow after break up.
    Just like a normal man feels pain,a poet's too have wound which ache bad when his quill meet paper.

    There's nothing after death and death itself is nothing. ~Seneca

    Death itself is the destination.
    Deathbed is the only place to feel peace and solace at its fullest.
    Death is the only ever completed poetry without any metaphor.
    Death is the triumphant over all tragedies.
    Death is the beautifully conveyed message of all endings.

    ©poetrycity

  • awakeddeath 10w



    "Studies decide your future''
    They don't
    They are just a media through which people learn lies of revenge,ego and jealousy!
    This isn't a fact it is a truth
    Often my parents wants me to study not to be who I am but to be better than someone else
    I personally don't like this pain it kills the most
    It's just a havoc to a friendship, to a life
    Anxiety resides near me
    depression talks to me when no one does.
    I guess the pressure of studying is the next cause of mental death after love.
    I hate competing for a race where you win nothing but hatred!
    And when your parents taunt for your own failure
    You don't die once
    You die always



    ©awakeddeath