(Combination) I breathe,wait and hope again for you among the passing clouds. Restless thumping conquers my heart why are you taking so long to light up my sky?
(Monostitch) Every line I ink bridges my heart to your soul.
(Growth) Our love can sustain growth If I hold your hand and you hold mine Above the clouds among the stars Our spirits align We touch the moon We touch the stars We touch the land of divine.
(Haiku) Flowers of love blossoming in divine garden Stars watching them bloom at night.
Kept( list poem) I have kept the delicate memories of us deeply rooted within me Wind slips down the window Whispers to me I never let it steal our secrets that I keep Under a blanket of coarse rustic love I have kept all of you and broken decayed part of me.
(Personification) Wind singing through window pane Touched me,wishpered your name All the secrets you parted with her have reached me again When the wind took my hand in air She felt my frozen pain Running through my vein.
(Nostalgic) Walking through the garden of love when I passed through the memory lane I recollected all the happiness that we gain. Once upon a time The two nostalgic souls loved each other And later they found love forever.
(Enso) While exploring all of her He found mysteries hidden within her While looking for stories within him I found a poetry of imperfections Lying by him. The two decided to surrender to each other Accepting the imperfections Embracing each other forever.
(You once told me) You once told me that you don't need feathers to fly You just need me to touch the sky You once told me that I was the centre of your world And I own your pen and you own my fancy words.
(Travel) Let's travel to the moon Let's breathe amongst the clouds Let's promise in the universe Let's pull each other in gravity Let our bodies rooted on earth But souls in the sky.
(Color) white White moon quiet,soft and dear Comforting the sleepy souls Sits back,watches and hear The story of our love The story of two saints The two white roses Losing each other In each other's pain.
Combination= You and Me Monostitch.= heart to soul Growth = love Haiku. =Flowers Kept = Memories Personification = Wind Nostalgic =Memories Enso = Imperfections You once told me = secret Travel = moon Color = white Metaphor = Battlefield @writersnetwork@miraquill #writersnetwork#miraquill #love#wod
cruisey@maestral haha. I can well imagine. I see that the movies are not all wrong. Captain of the team. Acing in studies. Plays guitar in corridors. Bunking classes. A wink here and there. Eye candy to girls. Teachers ignoring bec he gets them grades. Noice.
cruisey@maestral o mannn!!!! That's too much. Well definitely not for you. You had some big goood old days.
cruiseyCrackers in staff room. Seriously! I was in all girls school. Never seen these pranks and punishments thereafter. One girl was found smoking in the washroom. An article came in the newspaper. There was great havoc in school. That was in class 12. And yousaying class 7. Thanks for telling. Never bunked school. So hearing all this was new and fun to imagine. @maestral
maestral@cruisey You'd probably have hated me. I was wild. Probably cz I studied in an all boys school till class 5. Then I had to change schools and co-ed was a new adventure. Guys were .... Idk different from what I had seen earlier, but I quickly made em like myself :P Once a teacher hit me when I was in class 12. I kicked his ass during study leave breaks
It was good to share all this, remember all this . Sorry I ruined your post.. I'll delete all the ramblings
cruisey@maestral you made them like yourself. Wow. What a statement. Kicking teacher....woof that's..( no word to describe) 0_0 well now I'm like I'll get this in college. I'm a secret admirer. I would have definitely called you crazy. Not on your face though. Scary. Yk. :p And no worries. Fun for me.
Eighteen years ago, I collected a heart. It was beautiful. It was plastic, it was transparent. It was covered in mud. I took it home and watched it. I cleaned it up. It turned out beautiful. I kept it. Yes, I kept it safe.
Six years ago, I found a needle. I thought it was very strong cause it sewed stone. I kept it safe too. I kept them both safe.
Yesterday my heart broke. I wasn't concerned, I had the strongest needle ever. What was plastic compared to stone?!
I tried to sew my heart back with it. But it broke. Yes it did, the strongest needle I'd found broke.
Now I held onto two broken things. My broken heart and my broken needle.