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  • devikasethumadhavan 1d

    How to?

    How to make life?
    Take a deep bottomed vessel
    Add some base of love
    Lit the fire on a medium level
    Once it starts boiling stir well
    Take two tablespoons of emotions
    Half a spoon of thoughts
    And a heaped spoon of hope to the mixture
    Once it starts smelling good
    Add a pinch of consistency and discipline
    Taadaa your life is ready!
    Serve it with a slice of incidents as per your wish.
    ©devikasethumadhavan

  • husnachikwela 1d

    ARGUMENT POETRY

    All good things come to those who wait,
    You should be in despline and have respect,
    Learning with different people in how they present,
    In any different oportunity do no be late,
    I know. Sometimes alot of time you west,
    But just only act in what you want,
    Which cause you disapoint and loose the point,
    It is only a way to learn about,
    You will get alot than how you fight.
    ©husnachikwela

  • angeljohn 1d

    Serve No Revenge

    Revenge is a best dish, served cold.
    Cold, with humanity sold?
    Told earlier, coldness is the absence of emotions,
    cause, whole of the warmth within is dead
    and blood so red is moist-cold.

    Expressions frozened, never
    quiten the blackened situation.
    For, the iced revenge attains a rest alone
    upon the latter, later is fired out alike a stone;
    creating complex identities, torn and cruelty born.

    Revenge; ain't to be served
    but to be confined, with an insight good
    and the dish bowl too,
    should be washed with love.
    For no bit of revenge should remain, to retain.

    Serve no revenge.
    Forgive the ones who deserve.
    Serve, a graceful image;
    for the entire world to serve
    and attain an immortal adoration,
    with your name placed at a top range.
    ©angeljohn

  • devikasethumadhavan 2d

    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

  • asmat27628 2d

    The argument

    Tonight I think of the married couple
    Living apart in distant states
    Who date one night each week:
    They dine together via Skype,
    Laptops propped on tables, each
    Alone in the other’s company,
    Speaking of students and empathy,
    Tempting one another
    With plump olives and Chilean reds.
    Some nights, too tired to converse,
    One angles the Mac before the TV
    So they can view together
    Anderson Cooper or The Wire, season 3.
    And so the marriage goes, each
    In a state that denies their union,
    Each licking lips and fingertips,
    Mmm the sea bass, oooh the lamb,
    The distance between them less
    Than the expanse between you
    Wounded by words and me
    Writing this roundabout apology.
    @ asmat

  • miraquill 2d

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    Argument poetry
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    Argument poetry

    --Write an argument poetry.--

    For today's challenge choose a popular saying or proverb and write an argument against it in the form of a poem. If you can use your own - or someone else's - experience, to support your argument, all the better. Here are a few proverbs to help you start off but you can use proverbs other than the ones mentioned here as well.

    - What goes around comes around
    - Laughter is the best medicine
    - All good things come to those who wait
    - Revenge is a dish best served cold
    - If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it
    - Absence makes the heart grow fonder

  • madinah_writes 1w

    The world is wide. It isn't just makes you lonely. It makes you lost.
    ©madinah_writes

  • nocturnal_enigma 1w

    * 23.11.2021; 4.01 A.M (Malaysia)

    go ~

    I saw green leaves and more than a mango.
    Still green colour. Not yellow. Had to go...
    back inside. Well, I even left my big ego...
    outside. Would like to eat a lot! Mani mogo.

    © Nuruliffa Emirah
    @ nocturnal_enigma

    * Mani mogo (Korean) = Eat a lot/Let's eat

    * �� I like to eat prawn/shrimp ����

    * My Korean-English name (I made-up) is:
    No-eul Iva Emily

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    go ~

    I saw green leaves and more than a mango.
    Still green colour. Not yellow. Had to go...
    back inside. Well, I even left my big ego...
    outside. Would like to eat a lot! Mani mogo.

    © Nuruliffa Emirah
    @ nocturnal_enigma

  • muskaanbhatt_ 1w

    So, I wrote this one for today's @miraquill's writing contest.
    I tried to write, although it was not a worthy topic to write on, seemed so kiddish while observing and writing, and as always miraquill gives meaningless stupid topics instead of positive ones, grow up bro.
    I seriously got to know about these other features(arena) of this app today, and so this is my first time writing for any contest of this app, hope you all like including the founders.
    ��❤��

    #pod #wod #contest #writingcontest #creativearena
    @miraquill @writersnetwork

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    99 Shades of Red Colour

    While ambling through my GARDEN
    I saw dissimilar coloured flowers GROWN
    All were looking dazzling, delightful and ENDEARING
    And most of all those dark imperial shaded red roses captured my heart and gave me an ALARMING
    The red colour of those roses tried to cease me with help of its luminous PETALS
    Blown up my mind with its charm and forced me to SHUFFLE
    With those water droplets on the red petals felt like clear necre PEARLS
    Gave me an another satisfaction with its petals which were full of CURLS
    That red colour was so perfect in its own way and so FLAWLESS
    I was staring them in awe and they trapped me more with their ATTRACTIVENESS

    Besides my lawn i looked up to my ORCHARD
    To see those Venetian red shaded ripped apples i walked a bit FORWARD
    They Looked so juicy with some kind of golden glints on its COVERING
    With some reluctance i tried to pluck ONE
    But couldn't as I felt its red colour was saying not segregate me from my little SON

    I walked a bit outside the garden I saw my lover waiting THERE
    He walked upto me but his coral red shaded lips made me stunned and all i did was to STARE

    With him i went outdoor and attended a wedding CEREMONY
    I was still lost in his red lips that once again red colour beguiled my heart with such a HARMONY
    This time it was the burgundy red shade of the bride's DRESS
    Staring bride's red coloured dress in desperation and felt like I am in love with red colour and now I should CONFESS

    Then again I reminded all the things of red coloured I saw TODAY
    Literally all were heart throbbing and else what good can I SAY
    Red roses to those red apples to his red lips to that red bridal DRESS
    Every red shade stole my heart because red colour was evolved in everything with such a BLESS

    ©muskaanbhatt_

  • juanogando 1w

    Baby Blue Morning

    My daughter’s favorite colour
    Is blue, a hue limitless without bounds.
    The mourning sea kisses the blushing sky
    As a lively gull expounds.
    The bluejay is rough at play
    Taunts the feline to recline
    Beneath a shrub of indigo flowerets
    Yet the stray is attentive and sanguine.
    A periwinkle scooter scoots on by
    The rider with steel blue eyes
    Seizes the morning with bursts
    Of speed, taunting his demise.
    A sapphire fantasy fills my mind
    As the slate hued dread of winter descends
    Of cerulean seas in the Caribbean
    With my Carolina blue friends.
    I am assured her mood is azure
    As I greet her with a kiss.
    I wrap her in a new turquoise scarf
    Lifting her mood with kindness.

    ©juanogando

  • lucy08 1w

    "Not just another Sunset"


    A thousand tangerine desires
    crowding up her subconscious space
    As she sat on a rusty park bench
    to watch the ginger-red lonely place.

    Gradient shades across the sky,
    forecasting of her radiant tomorrow
    While fiery streaks bathed her paled past,
    turning its ebony hues to a tuscan-glow.

    "Why do autumn dusks appear so faithful,
    Even though we all know
    that its the calmness before the advent
    of the cold winter's chilly show?"

    "It's not just another orange sunset, dear"
    whispered a delicate emerald plant;
    Twisting and coiling slowly, the ivy grew,
    casting a spell of its majestic enchant.

    Her heart felt warmer than usual days,
    The pale blues were no longer there,
    The ferns' shadows and the sun's crimsoned rays
    had painted her soul into a rare AMBER solitaire.

    ©lucy08
    22-11-21





    #creativearena #colour #contest #wod #writingcontest
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    Thank you @miraquill and @writersnetwork #ceesreposts

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    "Why do autumn dusks appear so faithful?"

  • jpwriter 1w

    RHYME

    Some call my heart an object, as it is delicate
    It marches like feet, to the beat, of a drum
    Played on repeat, for it's heat, till it's numb
    You see, it's in me, more than some
    It's not irrelevant, it's intelligent, my heart, the delicate

    #wod #rhyme
    ©jpwriter

  • kradle 1w

    Green's Stagnat Life

    You see... The sun is the table lamp.
    Only on for a little while.
    Your told, "night night" and "sleep tight",
    And you might wake up in a little while.

    Think of the sky as your canvas of thoughts.
    We look up and see the Heavens with tiny bit of hope, that we are not alone.
    Not that, we want see an alien race devour our brain,
    or a reflection of us starring our way.
    Just... A little more meaning to every wake.
    Not a "Hello, good bye" and be on your way.

    Trust, when that bright yellowy-orange ball, shines white light, and spits fire like a rapper amist fog lights.
    I sit down and think if the painter of the sky, every thought the contrast would be so right.
    When the night fades, it's just as beautiful as day.
    The AC turned down for a cool hydrate.

    In secret, I really just love trees, yah the ones with green leaves.
    Scattered like sand in a desert, plenty and perfect.
    Digusied as the roots of life.
    The bearers, the keepers of order and time.

    If I had to say what color I like,
    It would be like asking if I like day or night.
    Let's just say when ground meets sky,
    Wonders are created as sunset and sunrise.
    ©kradle

  • prags_09 1w

    Red

    ©prags_09
    I went out for a run
    Early in the morning, tightly made a bun
    Absorbing the winter glittering sun
    It was all fun
    I wore a jacket coloured in red
    Wandering around the empty roads before having bread
    I saw red coloured benches
    Felt relieved like I found someone in trenches
    After covering some miles
    As the season smiles
    I saw a red coloured post box
    Who post letters these days, such a paradox
    I saw a newly married woman in the same crimson shade
    The new couple looked heavenly made
    While I was coming back
    I saw children wearing red coloured sweaters and coats
    I was remembering my school days,the dream floats
    It is the day of red
    I am saying all these from a quote, having read

  • miraquill 1w

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    Writing exercise
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    Writing exercise

    --Write an observational poem or prose--

    For today's challenge choose a colour. Go for a fifteen-minute walk or look around and notice wherever you see that colour (take notes if you like). When you get back, write about the things you saw. You can write a poem or prose.

  • miraquill 2w

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    Story writing
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    Story writing

    Plot is the foundation of a story. It is the way an author creates and organizes a chain of events in a narrative. In short, plot is the basic framework of a story.

    --Today, frame a story based on the given plot.--

    Your main character is a man in his early twenties, who can be quite compassionate. The story begins in an art gallery. Someone is leaving prison after 20 years. It's a story about sacrifice. Your character takes control of the situation.

  • bethbach 3w

    Who are you?

    There are movers and Shakers in this world
    and Givers or takers. I choose to be a
    giver who moves those around myself to help
    shakers shake and takers do not take you
    see.
    ©bethbach

  • nocturnal_enigma 3w

    * 10.11.2021; 1.25 A.M (Malaysia)

    * 5th in #NuEmLists

    #WritingContest #Contest #CreativeArena
    @miraquill

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    5 things I never done & want to do ~

    1. Scuba-diving

    Tried snorkeling and sea-walking. Saw baby-sharks while snorkeling. Saw clown-fishes in a sea-anemone while sea-walking. Want to dive in deep ocean to see bigger sea-creatures such as: whales, dolphins, turtles, jellyfishes, sharks, rays, octopuses etc.

    2. Rock Climbing

    Climb at a Climbing Gym. Neither at the hill nor mountain. To do this, my hands must have a very strong grip, or else, I will fall down.

    3. Jumping on a trampoline

    I want to try jumping as high as I can, land back on trampoline, jump again, then, landing on the ground, with my feet.

    4. Riding a hot air balloon

    Can look at the sky and clouds closer. Plus, looking far below me. But, first, I have to overcome my fear of height, though.

    5. Shooting with a gun

    I want to shoot with a gun at a Shooting Range. Before this, I only shot with my Dad's air-gun, gun at the games archade, VR zombies-shooting game at The Rift and gun at Fun Fair.

    © Nuruliffa Emirah
    @ nocturnal_enigma

  • dipalirana 3w

    List journeying it said, here goes
    Straight from the heart
    1. A genuine forever together companion like in movies: I’ve often struggled with making friendships last, my longest friends are now a memory of my past which won’t survive, competing with my present. The thought that friends come with each different phase of your life, like your school friend, the friend you made when you changed your school or the ones you’ll meet in college, and as you change you won’t feel compatible with your old friends scares me.
    2. I miss my old self: Another reason why I don’t call my old friends or like get togethers is the fear of judgement. The world is a ground for open judgments based on physical appearance, the worst of which comes from the people you know or love. I miss my old self because she was accepted and admired. I would like people to remember me like that girl.
    3. Vocal: So far I’ve listed things that I had and would want back, now I’m listing something which I need. Often blaming my environment for the fear of rejection or sounding dumb has stopped me from talking about things I want to talk about, and I know that it’ll change because I can’t wait to get a taste of that feeling of being heard, it’s liberation that I want, of my thought and my mind.
    4. Acceptance: I know people try to be accepting but as a highly self conscious person please be more kind. I too suffer from being over conscious when it comes to being kind, re-writing a two sentence request to a senior far more times just so it is not too straightforward at the same time not too soft. But try using those emojis, those extra syllables because they help the other person speak more freely
    5. Compliments: tell me I’m talented by pointing out things you liked, tell me I’m doing great! Tell those that you love that you love them. It’s okay to feel guilty for wanting happiness sometimes. Give yourself the credit because you are doing enough. Use as many words you want to till you feel content!

    This turned into self-love ted talk real quick but as long as it was fun. Some of my thoughts might seem all over the place because they really are, let’s figure them out together.
    ©dipalirana

  • stevenbates 3w

    11-8-21

    1. Get published
    2. Write full time
    3. Play scratch golf
    4. Travel to New Zealand
    5. Own a truck

    Don’t we all want to get published? I know I do. It would certainly make me feel better about those half written manuscripts and cork board full of post-it note ideas. I feel like being published is one step closer to writing full time. But maybe I’m kidding myself. Maybe my life of spread sheets and data analysis is what I’m stuck with. But I cant shake the bug. I feel the dream everyday. This nagging thing inside my soul that demands I pick up the pen. What is that thing? It doesn’t bother me as much when I play golf. Maybe that why I want to be scratch. Golf is the only hobby that really clears my mind. I think it’s the walking mixed with the outdoors mixed with the competition. But golf only keeps me happy. My wife sure could use some attention. It’s on her bucket list to travel to New Zealand. She doesn’t know but I’ve been saving monthly to take her. More to come… I bet you would definitely need a truck in New Zealand. Almost as much as I need one in North Carolina. I could hit the trails, pack up and go to the mountains or the beach, help my friends move things. It’s such a utility vehicle. Maybe one day.