#fable

102 posts
  • bubbly_bluebells 19w

    Light burns darkness not you
    If you think so maybe you are that dark


    A demon beast preying
    lurking in a broken corner
    Everything seem food to his eyes
    whatever passes infront and
    instincts are ready to hunt for survival

    Covered in a black robe,
    black aura all around lingering
    sacrifices from its grin each childhood
    The enemy is inside me ! Ouch!

    Or
    Oh! the heavy reptiles
    In their materialistic programming
    looking at me for attack,at perfect timing
    Just waiting for my weak point to occur and
    I ,experiencing those intentions via
    Mine intuitive needle!?

    Pressure is all about, Newton's reaction
    Reflecting it's eerie shadows over my energy
    _________________________________
    In the fight of two wolves
    One is saving me to lift upwards
    One is burying me,dragging downwards
    feels like freezing,here I am pondering!
    Where is my decision to side on?

    These ghost strains In my flesh
    are wounds of the soul.
    Tracking my neck everywhere!
    Am I on the darker side?

    Already half dead in turmoil!
    Do you want to be seriously dead?
    If not where is your own choice?
    to choose whom,the light which gives
    could save ye from becoming cold void!

    Look inside & have own torch
    Don't snatch others like drag version
    Dimming everyone's existence
    Towards death for an easy catch to survive
    It's framing others innocence to trap!

    ©bubbly_bluebells

  • bubbly_bluebells 26w

    It was magic!
    That time I never knew what self-care is


    Maybe
    I lost
    interest in everything
    Cause
    I lost
    interest in myself
    Thinking myself waste
    In the shine of rankers
    Chose to ignore me
    to be,tasking less valued works
    Like mythology, plantations
    Instead
    holding me whole
    which binds life
    at the centre
    I was missing myself
    not anybody
    As texture of coffee beans
    In my daily rituals
    How to be me again?
    when the power of imaginations
    had lost!
    How to find one more?
    Who am I?
    What else could I do?
    Like magic grows in bones
    Yet out of demand
    In the era of technology
    & Notes

    //lost Cindrella Like hostage in the dark room
    'Cause she couldn't think or dream
    This world stopped her from doing so
    she convinced to rip off her wings
    Now don't know how to retreat old habit
    Which were keeping her alive & kind//

    Questioning from herself
    "Am I a brutul monster"
    Who sinned the murder
    of a mini universe
    Was breathing inside me
    As portal of a new world
    Cause now I am suffocating zombie
    In the madness of destruction
    Can't sense a single emotion

    Hurting me, hurting others!
    Like ghosts,on a death bed
    What else is hell?
    Cold as daggers

    Fairy Godmother-"Go through this and Do Something Next to draw me and you at one place on the dirty floor through bare hands though you can't see properly to break the curse!"
    ©bubbly_bluebells

  • sproutedseeds 55w

    Diary entry
    ^^^^^^^^^^^^

    A couple of years back, on this 5th day
    of May, I had confessed to you about
    the FACADE of the people whom I trusted,
    believed, but was late to understand
    that they were wolf in sheep's clothing.

    Remember, how much I used to feel happy
    when they came during vacation.

    Today, I realised that money, status,
    and assets play a vital role in maintaining
    relationship.

    But actually a bond between two people, family,
    friends, cannot be measured with money.

    I was always there to help them whenever they needed especially during their sickness but "attitude" has " no gratitude".

    Today their family is affected
    with the dreadful pandemic, they are helpless.
    But staying miles away, I can only pray for their quick recovery.
    "Karma" never loses its address and my
    friend you never loose the date.
    Thank you for being my best friend.

    ©sproutedseeds
    05.05.21

  • the_poem_place 55w

    The fable of the king who wanted new clothes but was foolish enough to pay huge amounts of money for nothing at all, paid money for humiliation.
    This fable talks about peer pressure, jealousy, wisdom and just the importance of being yourself :)

    #fable #wod

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    The emperor with no clothes

    The king was in his counting house counting out his money,
    The Queen came about and said, "oh you need new clothes, don't you honey?"
    The king immediately sent out for tailors of all kind.
    Until he was completely assured about his find.

    "Yes your highness we shall make the robes" the tailors said,
    "But robes only the witty can see!" And so everyone into a trap they led.

    They were pretending to make clothes for about a year,
    "Will I be able to see the clothes?" was the king's only fear
    And here the day comes when they presented an empty box,
    But everyone wanted to acknowledge it, and be the witty fox.

    And so they all praised the king for wearing nothing at all,
    The king too felt proud, was standing tall.
    He took rounds about his kingdom,
    Only to realise how dumb he had been, where was his wisdom?

    ©the_poem_place

  • bubbly_bluebells 53w

    Does a single accident can decide a bad future?
    Everybody stumbles once via roadblocks

    What if he was just a naive kid ?
    Bullied by rich childrens and society

    If he had buisness mindset to expand towns economy but defamed by normal people to stop his growth

    Its an agenda to corrupt beautiful minds,
    to not let think & question
    Its a devil's trap to shatter everyone dreams
    ©dream_dragon

  • msushil 55w

    King Midas and the Golden touch:
    He was a crysophilist,
    He was the king Midas,
    Holy man sanctioned his desire
    And
    He was on cloud nine
    to have magical power
    to obtain gold upon each touch.
    But
    Destiny had another plan,
    To appease hunger,
    he couldn't guzzle drink and food
    as everything became gold.
    Out of helplessness,
    he draped his hands
    on her daughter's shoulder
    And
    her daughter became a statue of gold.
    He cried in pain
    And
    the repentant tears
    drained all the greed.
    The holy man appeared
    And Obtaining the magical water,
    he sprinkled
    And his daughter got life.
    Yes, he acquired happiness,
    he acquired the lesson of life.
    #fable
    #wod

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    King Midas and the Golden touch:
    He was a crysophilist,
    He was the king Midas,
    Holy man sanctioned his desire
    And
    He was on cloud nine
    to have magical power
    to obtain gold upon each touch.
    But
    Destiny had another plan,
    To appease hunger,
    he couldn't guzzle drink and food
    as everything became gold.
    Out of helplessness,
    he draped his hands
    on her daughter's shoulder
    And
    her daughter became a statue of gold.
    He cried in pain
    And
    the repentant tears
    drained all the greed.
    The holy man appeared

  • bellemoon99 55w

    The lion and the mouse

    The lion felt merciful, didn't he?
    Let go of the mouse, and you'll be repaid.
    This is just a façade, treating kindness as a trade.
    Be kind, but only to get aid.
    Maybe I shouldn't overthink...
    But maybe you can let the idea sink in.
    ©bellemoon99

  • de_ife_7 55w

    The Lion King 1 - a Fable

    And then a prince, for the jungle was born,
    what could it be? a news more assuring,
    in gold and brown, a new born Mufasa.
    a shout of mirth, a clash of cymbals.

    Speaking of a clash, came cold old crook,
    to steal his crown , for to blame and kill.
    A crook he is, the devildecieves.
    Fear, fright and fret, suggests a flight.

    Being pure as a cub, alien to scorn,
    for foolish reverence, believes a lie.
    He picks his bag and folds his tail,
    a journey fro, saddens the tale.

    ©de_ife_7 @_de_ifee{TWITTER} @_deife_xp{IG} adeifeoluwaalo@gmail.com {MAIL}

  • anwasasil0011 55w

    We are sacrificing our freedomness and the simplicity of life.
    We are living in the midst of fear,
    running in the road of uncertainty,
    growing up thinking that plentifulness and luxuries are basic needs.
    And we announce ourselves free!!??
    That fable of the town mouse and the country mouse is just a fairy tale for us!!
    ©anwasasil0011

  • diksha_joshi 55w

    THE LION SKIN

    Human is happy and
    human is wealthy.
    Isn't that how
    a human should be?

    But what if I'm sad?
    What if I am just living
    in a way the world
    thinks I should have?

    So I'm pretending now
    I live like a king.
    I am surviving the jungle,
    the fittest in everything.

    But let's see how long
    the sheep in me survives,
    with the king's skin.
    To one day it is consumed
    by all the kings alive.

    ©diksha_joshi

    // Penning my thoughts about how everyone is a lion yet a sheep inside //
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    #fable @mirakee @writersnetwork

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    THE LION SKIN

    But what if I'm sad?
    What if I am just living
    in a way the world
    thinks I should have?


    ©diksha_joshi

  • brahmleen_ 55w

    Nursery of mingled words
    Pines grow along graveyard angels
    Rasps sing upon paper berries
    Day and night takes birth
    Morrow's honeysuckle peep
    Out of dying den

    For the harsh bars upon burnt umbers
    Robins of heart chirp
    Slumbered grasshopper walks
    Lost owl awakes
    Courage of a wanderer climbs
    Fruits of an art ripe
    Backpacks of tired eyes rest

    Shades of grey coffins
    Lay around plane papers
    You still stalk at dead
    Corpse of alphabets
    Than diagram of
    A Tree clothed in
    Botany of poetry.

    βrαhmleen

    #fable #wod

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    Plane trees


    βrαhmleen

  • gkranthi 55w

    This comes from a short story where a miser used to store his gold coins at a secret place underground. There used to be a rat that used to take away the gold coin thinking that to be food. And the miser lost all his gold coins this way.

    "The worth of our possessions increases when we utilise for worthy purposes"

    One must spend the possessions for a good cause. When you try to save, it shall do some good deed.
    An idea to save with no intention to spend will make our savings go in vain.

    #fable#wod

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    Wealth without value

    "The worth of our possessions increases when we utilise for worthy purposes"

    One must spend the possessions for a good cause. When you try to save, it shall do some good deed.
    An idea to save with no intention to spend will make our savings go in vain.

    ©gkranthi

  • kosachaya 55w

    The sun and the wind

    Once the deciding argument.
    Pulverised the togetherness.
    To envy between wind and sun in every rearmament.
    With a glimmering cleverness.

    Letting the turmoil of conversation.
    To be solved, where a man with the coat.
    Redirecting the pathway of lost aeration.
    To weave the result to reach with a single float.

    Where wind persuasion with a blow.
    Make man to travel more stronger.
    Meantime tuning suns flow.
    Withheld the body temperature of man for longer.

    Enlightening man senses to experience a change.
    Thriving the judgement through every resource.
    Where the uninterrupted win of sun at high range.
    Delineating the fact that,
    sometimes gentle persuasion is mightier than strongest force.
    ©️kosachaya
    -S Gayathri Vijayaragavan
    .................................................................
    Fable poem

    Story - The sun and the wind
    Moral - Sometimes gentle persuasion is mightier than strongest force.

    #fable #wod

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  • haruisuzu 55w

    This is in reference to a story The Most Foolish Traveller from Fruits Basket by Natsuki Takaya. Its a very short story but definitely worth reading.

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    Kindness is a strength

    He was termed a fool by the tell tales
    For solcitude was his answer to everyones wails
    With a ribbon of altruism over his heart
    He gifted all of his existence as they tore him apart

    He was deemed benighted
    Seeing his naivety they were delighted
    But he was naive in a way, when it came to his 'self'
    For everything to him was for others before himself

    Loss n tribulations he didnt pay heed to any
    Wasnt he the strongest than many?
    His tale, they take it more of like a pleasantry
    Kindness is weakness, a priori

    Into the facade of impuissance
    Kindness is a strength worthy of reverance
    Its a strength which everyone possess
    But not everyone caresses
    ©haruisuzu

    #wod#fable#facadec#writersnetwork

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    Kindness is a strength
    ©haruisuzu

  • absynth 55w

    Cracked Old Mother Goose

    Old Mother Goose
    Is a clever old hag,
    She hides all her golden eggs
    In a tattered bag
    Then she swoops too close
    And simulates an attack.
    When you take a defensive pose,
    She drops a golden egg in your lap.
    This she does on purpose
    When you aren't expecting a set back
    So that the egg lands on your toes
    And hurts like hell before it cracks.
    Then the pain grows
    With every attempt to patch
    The crack that never shows
    But can be felt with every heart break.
    A sleeping bitterness is aroused
    That pushes you back on track
    Towards the wild chase for Old Mother Goose
    With a knife in your grasp.
    You look for those creases as clues
    That match the cracks of your flashbacks
    To remember the face of Old Mother Goose
    And pinpoint her location on the map.
    But then cracks are nothing new
    And there's a sackful of facades on every back,
    everyone needs a chance to hold onto
    And everyone has a hidden stash.
    This you learn to be true
    As you pursue Old Mother Goose like mad
    And finally drop the knife as it dawns on you
    That every golden egg needs cracks to hatch.

    ©absynth

  • simranbawa 55w

    Hare and Tortoise

    Don't hustle in haste like the hare rather tame yourself to tread in turmoil like the tortoise.
    ©simranbawa

  • maya_aksh 55w

    Grandma: "His throat ached
    His legs cramped
    Sour sweat dripped
    He nearly collapsed"
    Me(in wonder):"Still he didn't get it?"
    Her:"No he didn't.
    Others laughed at him ,finding him funny
    He was filled with chagrin and agony
    No more a minute the Fox do stay
    "The grapes are sour" he walked away "
    Her:" Child you see..when he couldn't get it he commented them not worthy enough.People excuse themselves by finding fault in anything which they can't even dream of achieving".
    Me then nodded and slept.
    Me now:" No maa..The grapes are sour, so is the sweat he shed.He deserved it.Sometimes your efforts go unrewarded...."



    #fable #wod

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    The Fighter Fox

    The grapes are sour
    So is the sweat he shed.
    He deserved it.
    Sometimes your efforts go unrewarded.
    ©maya_aksh

  • inkandfable670 55w

    Fable ▪︎ The Dove and the Ant
    Two Friends and the Bear


    @writersnetwork thank you so much for your gratitude ❣
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    Ribbon that ties the heart
    Of two friends is, trust, but
    When you find this silly ribbon,
    Crumbled and fully crushed ,
    Same, as we all have heard, in the
    Fable of 'Two friends and a Bear',
    Two friends in a jungle, on assuming fear,
    One climbed up on the tree to see death, near,

    He was selfish, disloyal who
    Let his friend die,
    His poor mate being helpless lied
    Pretended as he isn't alive,
    The bear comes up and get a sniff
    Without harming him it moved on ,
    Seeing ,strange thing his untrue
    Friend get down,

    And asked ,what did the bear
    Whispered in his ears,
    With a gentle grin he answered,
    If a mate runs way in need,he isn't real,
    We often get some friends,those
    Shattered the chain of faith,
    But don't break yourself ,if the chain got break
    Keep burning the flickering flame of hope,

    Never think,
    The world is only crammed with fakes,
    Remember ,someday you'll definitely
    Meet your true mate ,
    As we listened in the fable ,
    'The Dove and the Ant'
    Who will give you a blade of trust ,ease,
    Compassion and warmth ,
    Save you ,from drowning in the
    Flood of fullness and sufferings of heart.

    ©inkandfable670


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    #fable #mirakee
    #pod #wod
    @writersnetwork
    @miss_silentlyweird
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    The Dove
    and the Ant

  • miss_silentlyweird 66w

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    Once a upon a time there's a camel name cameo travelling on desert abode. Cameo is a one humped dromedary, he is quite serious and always obeying his owner. Travelling is part of Cameo life, and he's been doing it for years.

    For the past few years of those traveling with his nomad lovely owner, Cameo become acclimated to being tied up around evening time with rope in some arbitrary trees. What's more, when the sun is up his proprietor unfastened him yet he didn't flee.

    Popy the pup saw that while she's tied in a tree where camel appearance additionally tied at night.She barks to get Cameo attention. Cameo the camel turn it's head toward Popy.

    Popy wagged her tailed and asked.“you already free when the sun is up, the rope that keeping you stuck is not longer tying you but why don't you run?"

    “For the pass few years I always tied at night that even morning come, and the rope untied I still can't erase the memories of night where I see myself tying," Cameo grunted before adding a question.

    “How about you Popy? Why you seem to enjoy playing around with people at morning however when you alone around evening time you snarl, you cry—for what reason wouldn't you be able to simply cut your leash?"

    Popy the little dog sat before responding."our circumstance is quite similar but different Cameo, you see—I've been tied here the entire day and night; I attempted to chomp my rope yet it's too indestructible then day passed and I at this point don't have a go at making me fail to remember how to cut myself free."

    -©miss_silentlyweird
    #rope #leash #inspiredstory
    #fable #wod #pod
    #mirakee@mirakee

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    Just like Popy & Cameo
    We have this rope that
    tying us around — it's
    too difficult to cut.

    But I hope one day
    those rope or leash
    break or we can simply
    cut those to run freely.

    //©miss_silentlyweird//