#phrasec

21 posts
  • _writer_at_heart_ 18w

    Migration

    Apart of leaving due to the soul that cease,
    Some people just come & go,
    Enter and leave the gate of our life, sometimes so easily, as if they never existed before or we never existed for them since long.

    Some people just be like the wandering cloud, who rain over us only when they want,
    Then they slightly pass by,
    far beyond our eyes who can't even spy.

    Some people promises to be there, no matter what,
    But just like the fleeting nature of time, who wait for none or stays never constant ;
    They & their promises too are lost with time & tide.

    Some people approach and vanishes, as the wild wind that comes with destructive' spirit ;
    Only for it's own cause.

    Some people come and go,
    Like the bird that flies over head,
    Only to poop on our shoulder,
    While we are well dressed.

    Some people treat us only as a matchstick, which they recognise only when they require.
    To lit their darkest hour, they come to us,
    Only to leave one day or till they need another time.

    Some people migrate from our life,
    Either they forget or lose interest,
    Whatsoever might be the reason,
    The truth that will always remain constant is, "we all are meant to leave one another, and that's the trend of fate, we all suffer & live in."
    But does this give anyone the right to hurt someone by coming, going, using or dumping ?
    Does it justifies the wrongdoing done by hurting someone, playing with someone's feeling or by ruining their mental state ?
    Does it validates the deed of being selfish or give the license to stomp on someone's emotions ?
    Does it give peace after causing destruction in someone's life or is it peaceful to sleep for the people who love taunting, take revenge or do ill ?
    Do they feel satisfaction in cooling down their jealously by doing wrong or by hitting someone so they can't go up ?
    Why to do fake promises, when we know we might not fulfill them ?
    Why not live in harmony with all, no matter we need or do not need them ?
    Why not be fair with others and try not to destruct someone's peace of mind or waste their time & emotions ?
    Why not walk peacefully and righteously on the path of humanity, loving all and being kind ?

    Sooner or later, such people might improve,
    Sooner or later, we might learn to forgive, forget and learn something from thy case.
    Sooner or later we might learn to let it go even when we stay accismus from within.
    Sooner or later they shall go out of our mind or shall be only a part of memory,
    Sooner or later, we shall learn to be wise and cunning in allowing people in our lives.
    Sooner or later, we shall learn to control our thoughts and sentiments.
    Sooner or later, the pain shall perish & the remainings shall not bother us anymore.
    The way they migrate from our lives, may be sooner or later, we too shall learn to let them migrate from our heart and set ourselves free !
    Sooner or later, every bad experiences shall make us stronger and wiser.

    Life isn't unfair,
    It's we who make our life,
    So it's always we who can be fair by being wise & by doing what's right.

    In the journey of life,
    Where time is the king,
    and our mind is the king of our body ;
    We gotta accept the fact that,
    "Many people will come & go,
    They'll come at their own time and leave at their own time till they are meant to stay,
    We can't carry them all with us along our each chapter of life's road.
    We'll have to know the art of walking alone,
    Expecting more from us rather than from others."
    ©_writer_at_heart_

  • miss_silentlyweird 18w

    Super duper late but still wanted to thank all my sort of friends especially here, thank you!❤️

    #ntitlec #friendc
    #somedayc #phrasec
    #clichec #wod @writersbay

    Read More

    Notebook

    (ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵉᵃʳᵈ ᵐʸ ʷʳⁱᵗᵗᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗˢ)

    or every bliss and mist, I am grateful to you for walking with me in the
    oad of my life journey.
    wanted you to know that having you around helps me escape
    very weight of problems even for a while.
    onetheless, that weren't sharing blood you're still one of my 
    earest family.
    ooner or later between my road that we walking— there's no assurance that we can stay together until dead end like a happy ending in a cliché story yet if that someday comes, remember that the memories of the
    ome you let me stay and the warm you give me will forever
    ngrave in my 
    olaroid heart.

    —©miss_silentlyweird

  • bellemoon99 18w

    Time

    Sooner or later I'll come knocking on your door.
    Scream, plead or cry. Nothing will make me go away.
    Your time is up! What did you use it for?
    ©bellemoon99

  • bonitasarahbabu 18w

    Sooner or later, your sail will propel you to success.
    ©bonitasarahbabu
    08/03/2021

  • angels_halo_shines 18w

    No Deadline

    There are non believers & believers that can argue back & forth. About whether karma exists or not. I am here to tell you, sooner or later it’s gonna come after you. I always say there’s no deadline either. I have seen it over & over in life. Doing good & showing respect for others brings good karma.
    You want to do bad, be disrespectful to others. Watch & see what I’m telling you. In fact I had to completely change my ways of life. I would suggest you do the same.
    ©angels_halo_shines

  • wilmaneels1 18w

    That is just how things pan out
    Sooner or later you will have to cross that bridge
    But If pretense makes you sleep soundless for now enjoy it
    But we both know the line has been drawn
    You either remain or you cross
    But a choice has to be made
    Head in the sand is not one
    Remember that
    ©wilmaneels1
    ©03082021

  • thoughtsprocess 18w

    Sooner or later
    everyone does realise
    that the boat of life can't sail
    smoothly and happily
    without the ocean
    of love and kindness

    ©thoughtsprocess

  • rekhuu 18w

    ~Specks~

    Sooner or later you'll realise that all
    I had to keep me going was your love

    Nothing in the world could have kept
    my spirits up, the way your thoughts did

    When I turn to dust, the specks of poetry
    and sunlight shall remind you of me

    But darling, I'll be gone far away from you

    ©rekhuu

  • sweedle 18w

    Sooner or later, you will sail
    through the heavy storms.

    ©Sweedle

  • _gk_07 18w

    #sail #wod #phrasec

    It's a break time! I'll see you all soon! ��

    Read More

    Sooner or later, the boat of hope will sail to the shore with zest as it's oar.
    ©_gk_07

  • paradoxicalpenman 18w

    �������������� ������ ��������������

    Ladies and gentlemen,
    I want to report a murder,
    Justice was bled dry,
    I am still recovering from the horror,

    Singular victim,
    Multiple perpetrators,
    Truth had to surface,
    Sooner or later,

    Prejudice was the first to stab,
    Propaganda disabled all the good samaritans,
    Evil, greed, money, cruelty all took their turn,
    Power's stab was the one that was lethal,

    Killed in broad daylight,
    Like her all the witnesses also went blind,
    I seek justice for justice,
    Can someone pave the way,
    To resuscitate her once again,
    And alleviate her plight..

    ©paradoxicalpenman

    #writersbay #phrasec #writersnetwork

    Read More

    Failure to stand the test of objectivity is injustice..

  • pallavi4 18w

    Sooner or later

    Sooner or later she had to wake up
    From this Snow White like slumber
    He thought to himself wondering
    If ever he could hope to rectify this blunder

    They had been fighting all evening long
    Shouting and screaming at each other
    Unafraid who could hear them outside
    Unconcerned whom they might bother

    In the heat of the moment she’d lunged at him
    And scratched his face with her nails
    He in turn pushed her towards the stairs
    Where she hit her head on the iron rails

    She slumped down and went limp
    Once he recovered from the shock he came
    To see her frail body lying in a pool of blood
    And wondered from this who exactly had gained

    Her unmoving form scared him badly
    He waited a while for her to move
    Realising she wasn’t even breathing
    He knew somehow his story he had to improve

    He knew for him there was no hope
    Nothing could save him from his fate
    If only in some way he could dispose her off
    Once in the evening it was dark and late

    So he wrapped her in a wide bed sheet
    And cleaned the blood with bleach
    Then in the dead of the night carried her out
    To make sure she would be placed out of reach

    He drove off into the night with her
    Dumped in the boot of his car
    He drove to the lake outside town
    That was comfortably safe and far

    He dragged her dead body out of the car
    And discarded her off in the lake
    Then stood there watching her drown
    Without a shred of remorse on his face

    With nerves of steel he drove back home
    Showered and got into bed
    The fact that he hadn’t taken care of the scars
    On his face never entered his head

    The next morn he was awoken by the cops
    Someone had complained about the noise
    He tried to shoo them away after telling
    Them off with grace and poise

    The scars across his face from her nails
    Never let him stand a chance
    The cops knew something was wrong
    From the very first glance

    They came back that afternoon with a warrant
    And after seeing the quiet and tranquil home
    Knew that he had something to do with his missing wife’s
    Disappearance into the unknown

    He confessed to the accidental murder
    And then the erasing of evidence later
    Meanwhile there was nothing left of the body
    In the lake because of all the gators

    Sentenced to death for the murder of his wife
    As he sat on the electric chair he wondered
    What if she had simply risen after being pushed
    He would’ve been saved from this terrible blunder

    @pallavi4

    3rd of August, 2021

    Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner

    #phrasec #phrase #sooner_or_later #stories_in_poems #love_gone_sour #murder #death #accident #writersbay @writersbay @writersnetwork #writerstolli #miraquill #MirakeeWorld #writersnetwork #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @miraquill

    Read More

    .

  • sproutedseeds 18w

    Sooner or later, she is going to sink.
    The wounds are raw and difficult to sail.
    This was the turbulent mind feeling low.

    But she took her quill and used like oars
    to push through the storm with words
    strong enough to adjust her sail and
    finally reach the shore.
    ©sproutedseeds
    03.08.21

  • suprajaasubbu_94 18w

    The future is now

    A moment passed bye is a trail never left behind.
    Sooner or later you will realise you can never catch the or relive the same moment once passed can be never attained the time the minutes seconds ever lived can never be seen alive yet you for seek time the good times and bad times through the mind.

    ©suprajaasubbu_94

  • _gk_07 18w

    #sail #wod @miraquill @writersnetwork
    #phrasec

    I tried to sail away to the shore of realism,
    But the waves took me back to the sea of imaginations.
    ©_gk_07

    Read More

    To the extremity,
    If I'm not happy
    with the questions sailing
    against the ripples and comber
    of my wavy thoughts.
    Or not happy
    with the answers hauling
    me undersea.
    ©_gk_07

  • shruti_25904 18w

    #phrasec @miraquill @writersnetwork @writersbay

    ☝️☝️☝️ Its so messed up... Please cope with this ����������

    Read More

    Sooner or later you have to smile.
    Sooner or later you have to live.
    Sooner or later you are bound to love yourself.
    Sooner or later you will need someone as your partner.
    Sooner or later you have to live with your present.
    Sooner or later, sooner later and sooner and later you are you only, no need to change yourself for others. Be yourself....
    ©shruti_25904

  • tara_prasad 18w

    Such is life.

    There was once a time I wouldn't, couldn't live with the thought of having to survive without you. And now I do. But I don't feel guilty, or bad.
    Such is life.
    You make choices, not good nor bad; and you bear the consequences. Things go your way and everything is rosy; if not, you grieve, forget and move on, not instanteously, but sooner or later you do. You have to, for your sake.
    ©tara_prasad

  • anush18 18w

    Sooner or later, we are all going to feed on our decayed thoughts, compressed and buried in the sanguine sky...
    ©anush18

  • writersbay 18w

    Sooner or later is a phrase that means at some time in future or eventually. Today write something using this phrase in your write-up.

    Tag and share with #phrasec

    Happy writing! 🌼

    Read More

    Sooner or later you are going to fall back in love with your life. Sooner or later your chest isn’t going to weigh heavy like an anchor within your body. Sooner or later, you will remember the lightness, the days that didn’t end in aching, and that is when you will realize it, that is when you will understand—you survived.

    - Bianca Sparacino

  • cruisey 16w

    "Someday all the love you've given away, will find its way back to you and it will finally stay." ~unknown

    "Sooner or later you're going to fall back in love with your life. Sooner or later your chest isn't going to weigh heavy like an anchor within your body. Sooner or later, you will remember the lightness, the days that didn't end in aching, and that is when you'll realize it, that is when you'll understand–you survived." ~Bianca Sparacino

    #breezec #phrasec #somedayc #j_mustread #parked_park

    Warning: *Hearty welcome to corrections and criticism*

    Read More

    Parked Park

    I was swinging to and fro in a park eerily alone. The chains were rusty partly because they had to and also had once been held tight by sweaty hands afraid of falling. They would climb and glide the slide a thousand times and never get tired. The poles were gutted deep in the ground like roots. The dry leaves yearned for the cackle by the running of young boots. The groaning noise of the sea-saw reverberated in the air which once ringed with laughter. Ants collected food in the age old sand mountains. A little bent rungs of the monkey ladder used to be a stage for satire hosted by cronies. A gum long chewed now nailed under the slide traps no innocence but spiders. Newly painted rainbow silky slides resembled a sea without crease. Saw some feathers lying on the ground, thought of a bird inbound, looked up in betwixt leaves to find a shuttle, stuck. Saw a muddy puddle and recalled no hissing but cheering. Saw tic-tac-toe on tree barks now carved only by woodpeckers. The footsteps mapping the soil now seemed to camouflage. The breeze once welcomed by coos now a road less traveled. I saw plants once fences in shapes unknown because no one looked at them now. I saw a park in parking because no one drove it now. One day they'll return to this path like a man walking his daughter down the aisle. This time their chest won't be air filled but back bent and thinned. They won't jump to break a sleek stick off the tree but never let the one in hand to flee. And if they laugh like before they'll know–they survived. Someday, they will find their way back here, sooner or later.
    ©cruisey
    13.08.2021