#flowers

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  • joyfuljoel 1w

    I was born
    In broken smiles and flowers
    Tidy homes and spurious lovers
    If you met my father if you met my mother
    In public places, on magazine covers
    If you met us anywhere but where I was born
    You'd think what a lovely thing they have
    What a thing, what a cozy bunch and love
    But don't meet us where I was born
    Don't meet us where we call home
    'Cause you would find anything but home
    Every broken bone and never smiling
    Every bruised face, and thundering voices
    Everything shattered and blooming flowers

    ...And a mat will meet you that says:
    Home Sweet Home

    ©joyfuljoel

  • shrihari_nandini 1w

    ||श्रीहरि||

    Sail
    By Bhavya Gogia

    Sailing through the winds,
    My heart stops for a while
    I seem to soar above in heaven
    While the water's pushed behind
    The rumbling of the waves below
    The echo of birds in sky
    Two of us in a boat
    Are leaving the world the behind

    The water is too cruel
    Blue waves as merciless knives
    Cutting through the plants and fish
    Who seem to pay their price
    The underworld is busy
    In the affairs harsh and wild
    Two of us in a boat
    Are leaving the world behind

    We adore our pretty flowers
    And birds come follow flying
    The sun shines on your complexion
    And I have left my crying
    You take the oars while I,
    Sing for you to never sigh
    Two of us in a boat
    Are leaving the world behind
    ©shrihari_nandini


    What would it feel like to leave all that hurts the soul (you) and move forward to where it belongs? Going with the one to whom we belong? The one who is the path and the destination, one who will sail us through this Bhavsagar (ocean of miseries)

    This journey is all yours. You and God, he sails you sing, go on and never weep again. Take along all those things that link you to him, take along your love and gift it to him and finally submit yourself to him ��

    (Today I complete four years on Miraquill ��)

    #mahalakshmi #narayana #shrihari #love #sail #surrender #bliss #joy #happiness #boat #world #ocean #birds #flowers #weep

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    Sail

    By ShriHari Nandini
    ©shrihari_nandini

  • ltsoul 4w

    I engage my lowers and highers
    And my in-betweens
    I know that I'm a king!
    I keep my higher verses
    Poppin with a weekly gleam
    I eat my fruit and greens

    It calibrates my energy
    Balance my synergy,
    When things get bittersweet
    I let the light flow into me
    And I choose to shine inwardly
    I radiate my power!

    My whole squad
    can grow flowers,
    We like to gain!
    Protect your brightness
    Your light is strong and righteous!

  • saika_poem 4w

    Time to blossom

    The rain poured down as if to say,
    "I can't wait that long.”
    The seasons leave us behind.
    They seem to like to keep us waiting.
    It's no one's fault that buds
    don't turn into flowers.
    It's this world's fault that everything
    looks so hazy.
    I was never taught this.
    When did I start to feel this way?

    ©saika_poem

  • _desaiagraja 4w

    Portrait

    Cotton candy skies reflects in her eyes,
    Wrapped by the lush, green & bright.

    Her cheek tinted in pink,
    And eternal beauty, she breath.
    Magic paint brush, perfectly blends.
    Cracked lips turned to cherry red.

    The throne studded rose,
    Tattooed on the back, of her neck.
    Crooked & hooked flowers in the gown,
    Illustrating her as immortal bijour.

    Blooming garland on her braided hair,
    But the flowers, oh so dead.
    And the fragrance was still intact,
    Smelt like a fresh blood extract.

    Portrait itself gave the clue.
    Dead poets painted it, for you.

    ©_desaiagraja

  • noodle0369 4w

    The Ornamented Lady

    Suppressed lust at first sight.

    Madhagajagaamini.

    With the walk of a drunk elephant.

    Fertile as the banks of the Brahmaputra.

    Full as the Moon.


    I turned into a wolf first.

    Deserving of a thirst quenching howl.

    And then a snake.

    Making sure.

    And a gorilla.

    Smacked out of a dream.


    Bengal Tigress

    Hidden Dragon

    Like mirrors.


    I stop thinking. Not voluntarily.

    I lose.

    I fall on my knees

    on the ground.

    The Rock kisses me with her vagina.


    Oh!

    That plush pink piece of heaven

    A fast fleeting moment of knowing who it is.

    The Ornamented Lady.

    And there is no looking back.


    I hold her thighs

    Around my neck.

    And devour her vagina

    Like the last forbidden fruit in Existence.


    And music!

    Like all the angels have gathered

    Welcoming a martyr.


    I fall.

    On her tenderest.

    She holds me by my hair.

    And I think this is it.

    And I want to die eating.

    I don't quit.


    She lets go.

    And I myself.


    Like two gracefully

    created of God's.

    And there is fire and light.

    And bangs and blinding white.


    Things are being set in motion.

    Hermit awakening.


    I let my hands wander.

    On her every inch.

    Like a possessed slytherin.

    I slither.

    I let it happen.

    She let it happen.


    She is awake.

    Making arrangements for the hermit.


    I don't remember anything.


    In her bosom I awake.

    And a bright new world.

    Immediately me she kicks out.

    Like comfort, come and get me.


    I wander.


    ©noodle0369

  • smilesofwhiles 5w

    #flaws #flowers ����

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    all the flaws
    will bloom like a flower
    one day...

    ©smilesofwhiles

  • saumoshri 7w

    I feel like I'm born in the wrong era of love. I want polaroids of us smiling, hand written letters, flowers that I don't have to ask for, star gazing, ice cream dates, coffee dates, picnics, surprise dates, library dates, taking pictures of me just because you want to, spending time together and going on adventures, going to amusement parks and museums. The concept of love that I want to experience just isn't around anymore and it actually sucks.

    ©saumoshri

  • sugandhswani_ 7w

    I often wonder how trees know endless stories and literally become pages of history, while flowers, born for a day know no stories for they are long gone before any tales unfold and become beloved bookmarks...

    #tree #flowers #nature #beauty #love #books #writersnetwork @writersnetwork @miraquill @mirakeeworld

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    Books and Bookmarks

    I was walking past this bower
    And felt an urge to sit down,
    Under this green, grand tree
    With a bony flowery crown.

    I had fancied some silence,
    A mellow shade and calm
    But instead began reveling,
    In this old storyteller's charm.

    Not sure three centuries or more,
    This tree had lived for long,
    Had it's leaves full of secrets,
    And a trunk with tales and songs.

    Songs and spiels of people,
    Of lovers old and friends new,
    And generations alive and dead,
    I heard them, one or two.

    While I listened to the old wood,
    I saw it's flowers looking at the sky,
    Smiling at the songs of the birds,
    But quiet all along, maybe shy...

    They knew nothing, maybe didn't care,
    "Why waste in gossip this life short?"
    I think, they thought while fading with the day,
    This beautiful blushing lot.

    Is it not uncanny? I wonder as I walk,
    That these trees know the world,
    More than you or I could,
    And become pages of history furled.

    And these pure unworldly flowers,
    Born and gone in a day,
    Blank and free from facts and fiction,
    Become bookmarks, in stories they stay...

    26th November 2021
    ©sugandhswani_

  • jaytcampbell 7w

    The Florist

    Whether the garden of perennials
    An annual or two

    Or the beloved potted houseplant
    Lasting and true

    The leaves are greenest
    Where the rain has fallen

    -Jay

    ©jaytcampbell

  • cassiopeia_sky 8w

    My Flowers

    We are the golden glow in the darkest of nights...

    My world had blown away with your sweet kiss leaving such bliss...

    You took the needle from my chest now I give you flowers for being the best...

    Your wicked smile brightens my day so these flowers are to stay...

    You healed my scars now let these flowers brighten your day...

    That mirror you held up my face scared from years of pain...

    Covered my heart with unbreakable glass now I know That this too shall pass...

    Gorgeous human being thank you for loving me...

    KKDV
    ©cassiopeia_sky

  • biswajitdev 10w

    *Bloom like a #wildflower stained with strong #willpower*

    Dear Redolent #Florets,
    Have a glance for sure and drop your favourite flower �� if you feel so within the verse.
    A #Bud is waiting for your suggestions.
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    ** Are you worried, My #Flower !
    Not being worn on the #Remembrance day nor drooped in the #Beauty's midnight hair
    Growing in the lone #grace of #sun and #dew that none glare or care!

    Smile like those #abandoned flowers
    showcasing true colours of #summer and #shower
    The art of #abandonment makes you wildly free wildflower
    reminding all a spirit lives free and sustains with strong willpower.
    Reach out, discover inner beauty and #bloom becoming #precious
    as there's so much #hope and #happiness to share ... **

    *GLOSSARY*
    Remembrance Day - The action of remembering dead souls, Droop - Bend or Hang downwards (Decorate purpose), Beauty - Represents a woman here, Grace - Charm, Glare - Stare, Abandoned - Havinh been left, Showcase - Show or Display, Sustain - Undergo, Willpower - Dedication*

    ©biswajitdev
    06.11.2021
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    @writersnetwork @writerstolli @miraquill @mirakeeworld @writersbay

    #start #wod #miraquil #pod #writersnetwork #somuchc #writersbay #novemberc #november #caesreposts #flowers #innerbeauty #beauty

    Picture �� credit to the rightful owner
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    Wildly free Wildflower

    Are you worried, My Flower !
    Not being worn on the Remembrance day nor drooped in the Beauty's midnight hair
    Growing in the lone grace of sun and dew that none glare or care!

    Smile like those abandoned flowers
    showcasing true colours of summer and shower
    The art of abandonment makes you wildly free wildflower
    reminding all a spirit lives free and sustains with strong willpower.
    Reach out, discover inner beauty and bloom becoming precious
    as there's so much hope and happiness to share ...

    06.11.2021
    ©biswajitdev

  • crystalwords 10w

    Flowers bloom in spring,
    Amidst all the vacillation, they do
    to foster and harbour the gleam,
    The nature with its allurance in zeal,
    Buoyant thoughts aligning desires in between,
    The scintillating sun glazing in the sheeny azure,
    Silhouettes figuring themselves into metaphors,
    And that light reflecting in the cavernous waters,
    grasping the twine of fathom promises;
    Flowers bloom in spring;
    To assure that senescence not always sync,
    Unkempt lacerations of pain,
    Do speak the wounds of an insane,
    Reassuring the hope that not everything goes in vain!

    ©_spitfire_

    Thanks for the 3rd EC �� @miraquill��

    #myth #wod #getinc #pod #spring #flowers #writersnetwork #miraquill @writersnetwork @writersbay @miraquill
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  • khyraaaron 10w

    I have been growing hope in your backyard ever since my world changed. You promised me so much more, a fulfilling life and home, yet, here we are. Sunflowers fall off my eyes because you no longer water my soul. You beat me down like a tornado, suffocating me instead. But I continue to smile like those abandoned flowers and I pretend it's all okay. My only hope is that one day, I will see those flowers growing again.

    ©KA

  • mahtobpensdown 11w

    Smile like those abandoned flowers
    They know no joy no fear and no tears
    These beauties just grow up,
    from a little bud to blossom & bring cheer ��
    Their limited life, some offered to God
    Some given to Lover �� and some just used
    These petals are spreading joy in nature,
    and even to their onlookers, you are mused ��
    They are abandoned later when no longer need
    Yet, these grow again in a bunch to spread laugh, with no own greed!
    Spreading joy and happiness �� ,
    flowers are perfect are charms of the Lord
    Give water to them �� and All ����
    You will be enchanted by his blessings
    for sure and even His Flowers �� (love)
    will keep your Life Adored������
    ©mahtobpensdown

    #start #wod #mirakee #miraquill #writersnetwork #blossom #flowers #god #lord #poetry #poem #ceesrepost #repost

    @miraquill @writersnetwork @flowerfairy @lord1krishna @poetryly

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    Blossom

    Smile like those abandoned flowers
    They know no joy no fear and no tears
    These beauties just grow up,
    from a little bud to blossom & bring cheer
    Their limited life, some offered to God
    Some given to Lover and some just used
    These petals are spreading joy in nature,
    and even to their onlookers, you are mused
    They are abandoned later when no longer need
    Yet, these grow again in a bunch to spread laugh, with no own greed!
    Spreading joy and happiness ,
    flowers are perfect are charms of the Lord
    Give water to them and All
    You will be enchanted by his blessings
    for sure and even His Flowers (love)
    will keep your Life Adored
    ©mahtobpensdown

  • kkyubaby 11w

    last verse heavily inspired by So Far Away – Agust D, a song that had saved me over and over again. my greatest companion, my shoulder to cry on.

    #start #bloom #poem #flowers

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    bloom

    I have been growing hope in your backyard,
    eternally hoping you would no longer be sad.
    Because hope is the only thing I know,
    that I can bestow upon your fractured soul.

    And maybe it’s futile – trying to save a soul past its saving point,
    but I at least wanted to try,
    because I knew you needed a voice,
    a voice to speak for you over your muffled cries.

    I planted the seeds in your land,
    with the hope it’ll bloom to colour your soul that became bland
    because I understand,
    what it feels like to have a soul and a mind that are unmanned.

    Bloom – may your trials end in full bloom.
    May may you never be covered in gloom.
    Dream – may you never lose that spark again inside you.
    May your world be painted with vibrant colours but never blue.

    ©kkyubaby

  • kkyubaby 11w

    first time joining a community like this��

    #start #wod #challenge #flowers

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    abandoned flowers

    Smile like those abandoned flowers.
    Beautiful like the falling stars painting when it showers,
    empty but full of hope after all these hours.

    Smile like those abandoned flowers,
    and let it all out.
    Let all those restricted glee
    flow out of you.

    Smile like those abandoned flowers
    that grew in the wild and made everyone wonder
    how it bloomed so beautifully
    with all its limited might and power.

    Smile like those abandoned flowers
    and show them how you devoured
    all those emotions that overpowered your mind.
    Smile like those abandoned flowers and show them what’s ours.

  • mystical_writer26 11w

    WILD

    Smile like those abandoned flowers,
    Who have mesmerizing powers,
    Who are wild and free with the wind
    And who grow even in places that are ruined.

    Smile like those wild lonely flowers in bloom,
    Whom time has taught to smile when it's gloom,
    Who have the charming purple hues,
    Even when their life faces blues.

    They dance with the gentle breeze and the strong air,
    They are very much of the world aware,
    Abandoned, wild and powerful,
    this is why time has made them beautiful.

    Be like those left off flowers,
    Who every day and every hour
    Keep smiling no matter the weather,
    Keep smiling together.

    ©mystical_writer26

  • untold_rhyming_vibes1729 11w

    The flowers that always blossom irrespective of their state, always spreading smiles and joys .����������������������

    #start #wod #phool #flowers #love #nature #photography #instagram #poetry #instagood #flower #naturephotography #indianwedding #dil #patti #followforfollowback #india #shayari #indiandress #haathphool #like #follow #quotes #adini #vintageindiandress #madeinindia #applique #floral #miraquil

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    Smile like those abandoned flowers,
    Always experiencing lack of powers,
    Falling like drops in the lap of bowers,
    Giving you the joy of flowery showers.
    ©untold_rhyming_vibes1729

  • shaabie 26w

    And one on the summer flowering trees of Delhi that were giving me some major nostalgia.

    @hindiwriters @writersnetwork

    #may #summer #hindi #amaltas #kachnar #palas #january #pod #love #ishq #rain #hindiwriters #flowers #trees #Delhi #nostalgia

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    मई

    बूंदों को जो तरसे मई, तू बारिश की आस होना,
    लूँ परेशां रात काटते इश्क़ में अमलतास होना।

    स्याहि-पन्ने रूठे सभी तो कचनार के सूखे पत्तों पर लिखना,
    लाल गेरु के शब्दों से पहली फुहार की सौंधी मिठास होना।

    छोटी बड़ी ख्वाइशें साँची, जैसे सपने वैसे ढलना,
    टूटी छुटी नींद के तकिये में सेमल का कपास होना।

    कोयलों से हो धुँआ बस, और बुझा सा हो जुनूं 'शाबी',
    फूल से तू उधार लेना शम्मे, बीहड़ में भी पलास होना।

    जनवरी में अब कहाँ ये गुल सारे फिर खिलेंगे,
    आँखों में तू होना मई बाहर चाहे जमी ओस होना।
    ©शाबी