#epistrophe

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  • soundsofsaddness41 3w

    Above a sunrise

    I imagine a white space suit,
    With a fishbowl helmet on.
    Just exiting the spaceship door,
    West of the moon, east of the sun.

    If earth is where we started,
    We won't be back until we are done,
    Circling the milky way from,
    West of the moon, east of the sun.

    Hopping from planet to planet,
    Viewing landscapes that stun.
    Only sad when going back home again,
    West of the moon, east of the sun.

  • binibining_vj 5w

    #epistrophe
    Late upload

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    Faded

    I see how the sparkle in his own eyes faded
    I feel how his romantic feelings faded
    I notice how his interest and care is also faded
    But one thing I never know on how his love faded
    ©binibining_vj

  • the_fragile_broken_and_lost 7w

    As I'm falling I wonder if anyone would care as much as you do to catch me.

    As I ask myself words of wonder,
    will anyone take their heart and give it me.

    I don't need the answers to these questions, because I know that no matter what, you will still love me.
    ©the_fragile_broken_and_lost

  • joan53 7w

    Time came swiftly and silently
    Gray hair snuck up silently
    Wrinkles showed up gradually, silently
    Death also comes silently
    ©joan53

  • joybirdpoetry 7w

    #epistrophe #writersnetwork #writersbay #miraquill

    Friendship nets

    In life we make a net that we work on forever
    and we call it our network of friends
    tying it together with the most intricate knots
    that sometimes might fray at the ends.

    Sometimes the knots in the net are so tight
    a friendship might loosen but never undo
    and sometimes the knots will completely unravel
    so a friendship sadly slips through.

    Some knots were just never meant to be bound
    and some we wish we had tied up before
    and our nets get bigger with each year of our lives
    though some knots we may need to restore.

    These nets will catch friendships we never expected
    that will take us completely by pleasant surprise
    while some friendships were never meant to be made
    so we regretfully undo all those ties.

    But in all of those knots in our wide friendship nets
    whether it be one hundred or twenty or ten
    they were knots that were all worth tying together
    even if some had to be undone again.

    And so through life as our nets continue to change
    and some knots they unravel and fray
    remember those knots that have always held tight
    and let go of the ones that were meant to give way.

    Joy
    ©joybirdpoetry

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    Friendship nets

    In life we make a net that we work on forever
    and we call it our network of friends
    tying it together with the most intricate knots
    that sometimes might fray at the ends.

    Sometimes the knots in the net are so tight
    a friendship might loosen but never undo
    and sometimes the knots will completely unravel
    so a friendship sadly slips through.

    Some knots were just never meant to be bound
    and some we wish we had tied up before
    and our nets get bigger with each year of our lives
    though some knots we may need to restore.

    These nets will catch friendships we never expected
    that will take us completely by pleasant surprise
    while some friendships were never meant to be made
    so we regretfully undo all those ties.

    But in all of those knots in our wide friendship nets
    whether it be one hundred or twenty or ten
    they were knots that were all worth tying together
    even if some had to be undone again.

    And so through life as our nets continue to change
    and some knots they unravel and fray
    remember those knots that have always held tight
    and let go of the ones that were meant to give way.

    Joy
    ©joybirdpoetry

  • kingdomdelight 7w

    Epistrophe

    Words so gentle, utterly nd soft,
    can be found in any good book, with a hard cover or soft.

    Beautiful, tenderly nd soft.
    depending on the words, you like to use! Try to be soft?

    Words, always buzzing like a bee hive inside, loud or soft
    If we choose a whisper: it can be utterly soft.

    Honey gently flows, while love gently grows. when words is spoken tender and soft.
    But honey, harsh words explodes, nd swams in ur heart, trouble awaits, sadly not soft!

    I tell the truth! All hearts love, to feel words dressed in softness!
    Angry-bee-words, unmerciful sting, nothing tender or soft!

    Be careful how you use words, with the tone of ur voice? Choose to be soft?
    Some sounds hard, while others falls inside the heart, gently, utterly nd soft.

    ©kingdomdelight

  • tuiethetweety 7w

    "Dawn"

    It was me to propose you,
    asking 'will you marry me?'
    whilst lying on the bed just
    beside you after spending
    some quality time beforehand.
    It was the time of dawn.

    once,you'd awaken me when
    i was in deep slumber with you,
    you awoke me and wanted me,
    It was the time of dawn.

    You had misbehaved with me
    and even hurt me both physical
    and mental ways,broke my heart.
    It was the time of dawn.

    we had a great time conversing
    with each other through video call,
    for the consecutive four good days,
    And when we both talked looking
    at the screen to see one another so
    eagerly yet quite shy and gladly,
    Ii was the time of dawn.

    You had first made love with me
    and made me fall madly in love
    with you,which still gives me
    goosebumps and thrilling chills,
    It was the time of dawn.

    it's been a couple of days,since
    I've spoken to you,and the last
    time I've spoken to you,and,again,
    It was the time of dawn.

    Wonder how it occurred
    with us incidentally or
    coincidentally,God knows
    best but dawn is a common
    factor to be there when,
    It was the time of Dawn.

  • soundsofsaddness41 7w

    Sands of time

    Yesterday moved on so fast. I moved myself at every task. Then found I fell and couldn't last. Thinking... then...
    This too shall pass, these grains of sand in an hour glass.

    Today I know just what to do. I'll brace myself at every move. I will surpass and follow through. Knowing... now...
    Time withstands, these grains of sand in an hour glass.

    Tomorrow's schedule is written down. It guide's me as I move around. The unexpected turn may be found...
    With sleight of hand, these grains of sand in an hour glass.

    My mind it changes, turns, and bends; these grains of sand in an hour glass.
    ©soundsofsaddness41

  • pineapple_in_ocean 7w

    ���� #epistrophe

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    Chair
    An empty chair
    Remembering its late owner, sighing in the gloomy room corner,is the empty chair
    So close, yet so far, her sweet memories float in midair, invoking a grin on the dust-laden empty chair
    Sunrays touch its arm, the heart is soft, but nobody knows, that's the sorrow of the wooden empty chair
    The sun may fade, the moon may be dead, the soil is gone, but no demise of the soul of the empty chair.
    ©pineapple_in_ocean

  • milliondreamsarekeepingmeawake 7w

    #epistrophe @writersnetwork @miraquill
    #cees_strange_chall
    1st April 2022
    Thank you so much for this amazing challenge ma'am��

    Homosexual~ A sinner of fallacious sins


    A harsh slap on his rose tinted cheeks and he tasted the blood of his innocence. He was dazed by few punches and kicks on his face and stomach. The earth under his feet moved and love stumbled when his father retracted the roof of solicitude from his head disowning him. Words bedizened with blue , fell from his trembling lips begging for the delicate touch of mercy. His mother ensnared him inside the grey boundaries of his dorm , trimming brittle blooms from the plant of her love.
    /His pleas went unheard . He was frail , his masculinity was overshadowed with frail emotions . Perhaps he was sinner. /

    He overheard few confab while crossing the corridor of his school with a heartful of blood curdling anxiety. Some gut-wrenching remarks pulled the pool of tears in his sorrow stained orbs but the residue of pulverized courage fenced them all. He tried to conceal the fragments of his severed life inside the pages of the book, the treasure of wisdom and intelligence. His hopes tumbled and reveries morphed themselves into ephialtes when the black phrases screamed " homosexuality is an infectious illness that needs to be treated , an offence, a stygian stain on the white wings of seraphic society. His soul took a step back from life reducing some numbers synonym of age , betwixt the death and his existence. He plugged in the earphones of fear to listen to the music extracted from the profanities that never fails to lacerate his toned skin.
    /A simple touch on his scar and aching heart turned on the malice melodies , "he deserves to die he is criminal, a sinner. "/

    The sky inked with dark hues like his youth. There are billions of stars still he was all alone . Mayhaps he is star destined to fall to grant the wishes of people erasing his monstrous existence. There was not a single awning of kindness in this gigantic globe that could protect him from the cruel storms of abhorrence. Everyone gifted him words honed with loathe wrapped with beautiful faces and lethal lips dripping repugnance . He painted the pictures of his epilogue and observed how his end will efface the dust of disgust from everyone's glasses throwing confetti of rejoice all over the cosmos. Not a single soul will shed tear for him. He captured the scenery of sun diving deep into the ocean of pastel pink horizon, splashing pitch black hues , in his eyes. He pushed his numb body down the edges of the tall building of library and embraced death/peace making his reminiscences seep out from his veins not leaving a single drop of remnant behind.
    /He was a miscreant , who murdered himself. He was a sinner./

    ©milliondreamsarekeepingmeawake

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  • shivatado 7w

    Epistrophe

    Pictures of tomorrow,
    Covering the reality of today,
    Are they guaranteed by time,
    Or an illusion of today?
    Making this a question,
    Question that doesn't serve,
    my today.
    ©shivatado

  • aestethe_moonflower 7w

    Summer
    She waltzed around the ocean's beach
    Watching the water drift through her fingertips
    A dazzling smile in her face
    as she basked in the sunshine
    She warmed my heart
    And i fell in love

    Spring
    She traipsed through blooming lilac feilds
    Weaving wildflowers in her hair
    As she chased colourful butterflies
    As she skipped around
    She breathed life into me
    And i fell in love

    Autumn
    She danced under the gold flecked trees
    Cathing the falling leaves
    A faint blush blossomed in her cheeks
    As she gazed at the sky
    She made me feel alive
    And i fell in love

    Winter
    Winking at the stars
    She frowned at the frostbites peppering
    Her face as she ran in the snow
    Making snow castles
    She made me smile
    And i fell in love

    Monsoon
    From the embrace of my arms
    She peeked through the windows
    Looking at the clouds
    As she searched for rainbows
    Humming to the patter of raindrops
    as she leaned into me
    She made me complete
    And i fell in love

    #epistrophe #seasons

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    Seasons appeared and faded
    But my love for her stayed the same

    ©iniyaprakasha

  • childauthor_345 7w

    this eternity , make a writer , an #epistrophe in the sanguine turned raw journals.

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    A shore of poignancy turned in a festival of ecstasy by a writer ,
    Unbelievable isn't it , to touch the love of moon , sun becomes a writer ,
    From the yellow - introverted road , inktrovert - becomes a writer ,
    Soundless have an echo of euphoria now , knowingly , it became a writer .

  • strangestranger 7w

    If I'll write you a song , will you find me the beat?
    Will you read it out aloud ?
    will you sing it out in the crowd ?
    Will you cease to think about the world?
    Will you replace my tears with shiny pearls?
    Will you adorn me with glitters of the great divinity?
    Will you ever be able to put me, above all your insecurities ?

    Z

    #wod
    #epistrophe
    @miraquill
    @writersnetwork

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    If I'll write you a song !

    ©strangestranger

  • rahmahdi 7w

    Human&beast

    Human and beast
    Human eat
    Beast eat
    Beast drink
    Human drink
    Human run
    Beast run
    Beast have lust
    Human have lust
    Human kill
    Beast kill
    Beast betray
    Human betray
    Human have ego
    Beast have ego
    Beast destroy
    Human destroy
    Human steal
    Beast steal
    Beast let those aspects become the master
    Human make those aspects bow to them as their master

  • melodious_nightingale 7w

    Through the Heart's Eyes

    Just you and me, quiet in the dark
    Looking at each other straight in the eyes
    You had those eyes
    that shined in the dark
    You viewed me as something broken that needed to be fixed
    I've changed
    You could see it in my eyes
    How do I hide this pain?
    You looked me in the eyes
    I held so much sadness in my eyes
    I spoke all the words through my eyes
    You could almost touch the scars that brought these tears to my eyes
    You have crept into the deepest parts of me
    You understood the pain
    I was feeling as tears filled my eyes
    You held out your hand as you wiped the tears from my eyes
    It was your eyes
    that made me feel I could find myself


    @melodious_nightingale

  • abandoned_soul_ 7w

    How fool was I to believe your words,
    When your eyes were telling that you're not worth,
    To lie to myself that it was love,
    When it was nothing but deceitful love.
    ©abandoned_soul_

  • averagewhiteman 19w

    The woman I love deserves all the credit. A woman so wonderful, so inspiring and so beautiful that the words just burst forth from my heart ❤️
    #lovelost #romance #writersnetwork #miraquill
    #epistrophe

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    Even Though.

    Though we dwell on shifting sands,
    Though the world inhales and exhales.
    Though the rain falls and then returns,
    Though the wind whistles its tales.
    Though the world turns perpetually,
    Though the sun soars and then retreats.
    Though the sea calls incessantly,
    Though earth shifts beneath our feet.
    Though you cannot hear my voice,
    Though you cannot see my eyes.
    Though we suffer for our choice,
    Though the tragic stains our lives.
    Though you cannot share my bed,
    Though hearts, once empty, are full.
    Though your lips are painted red,
    Though I'll always feel your pull.
    Though our fingers released their grasp,
    Though we let each other go,
    Though our souls exhale and gasp,
    Though I'll always love you so.

    ©averagewhiteman

  • azkiyah 19w

    My thorns come free,
    With the petals on me,
    Question is honey
    How can you love just a part of me ?

    My heart is like moon,
    Where craters due to pain would be visible soon !
    Question is honey
    How can you just love a part of me ?

    My madness is certain,
    With sanity in me !
    Question is honey
    How can you just love a part of me ?
    ©azkiyah

  • averagewhiteman 129w

    You

    I wake
    For you.
    I breathe
    For you.
    I hunger
    For you.
    I long
    For you.
    I play
    For you.
    I weep
    For you.
    I laugh
    It's you.
    My desire
    Is you.
    I break
    For you.
    I sleep
    It's you.
    I dream
    It's you.
    I live
    For you.
    I pray
    For you.
    I die.....
    It's all for you.


    ©averagewhiteman