#poesy

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  • sonalipoeticstyle 1d

    ✨Towards the aura✨

    The enigmatic aura of miracles
    influencing the deepest cores..
    The redolence of idiosyncratic talents
    flowing out of dainty pores..
    ©sonalipoeticstyle

  • biswajitdev 19w

    Who am I really ?
    *I'm a peppy poet in paper town
    Promising to prove my partial presence until sundown.*

    Dear prolific poets & poetess,
    Shower some �� if you feel so within verses.
    Any rectifications or suggestions are heartiest welcome.
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    ** Pristine paper to prettify with golden crown
    With pastel paint perpetual poesy to pen down
    As I'm a peppy poet in paper town
    Promising to prove my partial presence until sundown.

    By penning pain of poignant past & pleasure of pearlescent present
    Protruding pen possesses profusion of emotion
    Being perplexed that pulchritudinous or pipe dream
    But proceeding even in perilous path in pursuit of passion. **

    * GLOSSARY :-
    Pristine - Clean or Brand new, Prettify - To make something beautiful or pretty, Pastel - Shades of Colour, Perpetual - Immortal or Eternal, Poesy - Poetry, Pen down - Write down, Peppy - Full of enthusiasm, Promising - Hopeful, Partial - Incomplete, Sundown - Sunset (Here related to death), Penning - Confine, Poignant - Sad or Pitiful, Pearlescent - Bright or Lustrous like Pearl, Protruding - Extend beyond or above the surface, Possess - Hold or Have, Profusion - Large number or Abundant, Perplexed - Confused, Pulchritudinous - Beautiful, Pipe dream - Daydream, Perilous - Dangerous or Risky, Pursuit - Chasing *

    -- EXPLANATION --
    1st stanza :-
    Brand-New or fresh paper is to be beautified with golden crown
    With colourful paint eternal poetry to pen down
    As I'm an enthusiastic poet in paper town (poet is the person & paper is its town)
    Determined to prove my incomplete presence until my death (sundown).

    2nd stanza :-
    By confining pain of pathetic past & pleasure of bright/lustrous present
    Projecting pen (Nib) holds abundant emotion
    Being confused that if they would be beautiful or daydream
    But proceeding/ travelling even in dangerous path in search or to achieve my passion.

    ©biswajitdev
    06.02.2021
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    Poet in Paper Town

    Pristine paper to prettify with golden crown
    With pastel paint perpetual poesy to pen down
    As I'm a peppy poet in paper town
    Promising to prove my partial presence until sundown.

    By penning pain of poignant past & pleasure of pearlescent present
    Protruding pen possesses profusion of emotion
    Being perplexed that pulchritudinous or pipe dream
    But proceeding even in perilous path in pursuit of passion.

    ©biswajitdev
    06.02.2021

  • _alfaaz 26w

    मुझे होश में मत लाओ
    मेरे हाथों में उसकी शराब रहने दो
    मुझे नींद से मत जगाओ
    मेरी आंखों में उसके ख्वाब रहने दो॥

  • justhumor 26w

    La vida es cómo un libro,hay capítulos tristes y otros felices,pero si nunca le das vuelta a la página nunca sabrás lo que la vida te depara,no importa lo que pase tienes que seguir adelante en tu historia
    ©justhumor

  • moabyte007 26w

    HER POETRY.

    Fear adorned her blanket of solicitude,
    Her Orphic mind gulps the malefic grief,
    Long she's domesticated by broken emotions,
    Her spirit chained in cimmerian doubts,
    And blindfolded with more words of deceit,

    She is the most happy face that cries inside,
    His essence in her breath does choke her hard,
    She wants to unveil all the secrets of her heart,
    The discomfort harrows her heart bleeding for happiness,
    Somehow the yearning in her burns her bones,

    O,the seeing of memories in blooming shadows,
    She woke up to kisses full of his light,
    Shining through her forehead in pure clemency,
    Protecting her under his hearth of apricity,
    She saw a vision of awakening dreams,

    Fragrance of peaceful mauve lavendars,
    O,she was the touch of a sweet song,
    Freezing away her broken past,
    A voice of silent poesy that paved,
    A pristine path warmed in glee.
    ©moabyte007

  • ice_adonis 27w

    Words that scorched and burn
    A line that stripped and bared
    A soul that found it's pair
    It got caught in the curl of my hair
    This muse. His words. This poem.

    ©Ice_Adonis

  • _alfaaz 31w

    उनकी जालसाज़ी की क्या दाद की जाए
    पसंद आए तो इज़हार-ए-इश्क़ भी खुद किया
    ,जब दिल भर गया इनकार-ऐ-इश़्क भी खुद किया
    बेवफ़ाई भी खुद की बस जब इलज़ाम की
    बारी आई, तो वह हम पर लगा दिया॥

  • ice_adonis 36w

    You
    Found me
    In strange places
    And saved me from
    Myself
    ©Ice_Adonis

  • ellie_b 38w

    Some days i wish to read each and every words scribbled by every single poet,
    If i could quench my athirst soul, i would drink all these emotions sip by sip,
    How every poetry holds pains and cries of millions of hearts,
    How the ineffable sufferings find their rest within these pages of our withered abode,
    How my dreary heart finds slivers of repose in these books woven with soul
    Oh i wish!,
    If i could read all these reserves of ardent poesies..

    #poetry #poesy #loveforpoetry #write_to_express
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    Oh i wish!,
    If i could read all these reserves of ardent poesies.
    ©ellie_b

  • ice_adonis 39w

    MIDNIGHT CONFESSIONS

    He was the perfect man,
    until I discovered he was a beast,
    a gory creature who feasts on flesh
    and down cups of tears.

    On our First anniversary,
    he gifted me a nice little cut on the wrist
    wrapped in a golden bracelet,
    and on our second, a gown
    a veil to every evidence of his "manliness"

    Sometimes he'd cut chunks of me
    and fry them in hot oil.
    He started with tiny pieces. Cheeks,
    a little part of my neck when he gripped it too hard
    and later he started peeling layer after layer
    of my body.

    And on days like today, he'd come home and gift me his fists and sometimes his shoe prints too.
    He'd ask for pieces of my heart and body in exchange.

    I scream in my head and wear a mask of cheers.
    Maybe if you could bare my soul, you'd figure it all out, but you don't and it's okay.

    Until then I'll brandish this sword and hope I find the strength to return the favour someday.

    ©Ice-Adonis

  • ice_adonis 39w

    Trapped

    'A Man fears not that which he can bare

    ...secrets--

    Since we are on the topic
    let me share some of mine
    How? I do not know yet
    Whether in verses that rhyme
    Or perhaps in b-r-o-k-e-n
    l
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    n
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    s

    Haunting nightmares
    reflecting uncle's face
    and dad's fist

    Overwhelming spotlight
    A rusty childhood
    concealed with a mask
    of cheery smiles and I'M FINEs

    Shackled with responsibilities
    Nicknamed "understanding"

    There's only so much one can take

    And so I embark on this journey
    to find the "me" I could be
    beneath this body like a field of scars
    the "me" cowering away somewhere
    in the shadows within

    I wandered so deep into my thoughts
    and ended up lost
    Trapped within a soul tainted
    with vengeance

    I've survived this long
    by feeding my rage
    with stabs and cuts
    dashes I make on my skin

    I've forgotten how to be rid
    of the constraints the world does not see
    all that is left now are fragments
    of the one I used to be
    lost in a place no one knows
    or would dare to go


    ©ice_adonis

  • ice_adonis 41w

    SCARS

    *"Scars are not reminders of what has been broken, but rather of what's been created"*
    -Chemical hearts

    I am a collector of rare objects
    I collect beautiful specimens
    precious works of art
    Fragile pains and broken hearts
    but that's not what this piece is about
    See, it is about my most recent discovery
    the rarest of treasures
    SCARS
    I collect them in all their gory glories
    and I keep them safe
    I point at one and beam a smile
    and at another, I shed a tear

    I am a collector of valuables
    I sell beautiful works of art
    I hang paintings of heroes on walls
    and perch sculptures on stands
    but my scars, I do not sell
    I keep them in glass frames
    and then I make a vault of glass
    and display them in it
    I keep them far from man's reach
    and at night, I set a table of meal
    right in front of the vault
    and dine with them

    I am a collector
    and this is my story
    it's not of the broken
    but rather, it is of the

    F~|~×~€~∆

    ©Ice-Adonis

  • the_cosmic_monk 42w

    We lose so much in the process of trying to secure our emotional abilities that we often forget the beauties in indulgence.
    For vulnerabilities are what make us thrive a little more in life;
    For the beauty always lie in giving in,
    And not in mere engagement. It's the indulgence that makes the soul flame a little brighter, a little more intense.!

    #the_cosmic_monk #TheYogiInMe #radhatales #naked #soul #nakedsoul #poetsofinstagram #poesy #poetrycommunity #igpoet #igpoem #vulnerability #rishipaullahofficial #thecosmicmonk #poesy #love #lovequotes #madness

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  • dr_jeya_varshini 43w

    Fashion

    ©dr_jeya_varshini

    My kinda show off
    Where my soul is comforted
    In the Palladia of limitlessness;
    And the icon of my cogitation.
    My Kinda show off
    Smashing every shilly- shally
    Ultimately nailing the best demeanor!

  • ice_adonis 44w

    SCARRED(A feeling that haunts me)

    I feel the urge to disintegrate, shatter wholly and watch it happen.
    I want to be a spectator of my undoing, watch me break into more pieces than man can count.
    You may ask me why, I am high on an emotion in motion, one I can only try to describe.
    An emotion which only a few mortals can dare to feel.
    I saw it first in my mother, her love for father slowly killed her,
    it flowed through her veins, stained her heart, tainted her soul and formed scars on her body.
    A witness of her hurts and misery, I vowed to never bear my heart on sleeveless sleeves,
    But you, you broke every longstanding rule
    You became an addiction, the hesitation in my voice
    You're the reason, I answer with a long painful silence, the reason they all think I'm weak.
    ©Ice_Adonis

  • ovais43 45w

    Theriac (Acrobic)

    ©ovais43

    Trust me you won't believe
    Houyhnhnms bifurcates
    Excerpts of rational and emotional beliefs
    Rarely we see goodness majorly burlesque
    I second the thought of being so brainy but
    A rational or emotional should keep balance
    Cryptophrasia? Yes the amalgamation of both

  • ovais43 45w

    Cerulean (Acrobic)

    ©ovais43

    Call a spade a spade. O blade!
    Edges should be sharp not briery
    Righteous act is to stand boldly
    Urge and spread awareness beside
    Learn to speak and act like wise bee
    Eagle eye should be effective bravely
    A man of words always stays bright-eyed
    Nascent courage should be hard boned

  • ovais43 45w

    A Sting (Acrobic)

    ©ovais43

    A

    Shy bee
    Terribly breed
    Injures badly
    Neglects bereavement
    Going blatantly

  • ovais43 45w

    Bold (Acrobic)

    ©ovais43

    Bizarre bazaar of vulgarity and burlesque
    Open for twenty four hours along with the benefits
    Lechery, adultery kinda venoms are named as boons
    Dare to raise voice against them? You'll be called an eerie betrayer

  • ovais43 45w

    Pain (Acrobic)

    ©ovais43

    Pettifoggery betwixt goons and bona fide beneficiaries
    Amidst chaotic and boorish burglary
    I am standing all alone, scratching my bruises to bleed
    Nigh unforgettable, what you call this pain which kept burning?