#simile

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  • immortalities 1w

    Our love aged like wine.
    ©immortalities

  • kingdomdelight 2w

    In the end
    Like falling leaves on a windy day
    so is the breath of God, Who makes the death alive!


    All must have ever green leafs
    Sealed with His Spirit of everlasting life
    Many thoughts not yet birth in Him ...
    Seems also like green leafs
    Thoughts ponder to birth a beautiful butterfly,
    while still a catepillar remains devouring some hearts ..
    What LIFE must be like?
    True life awaits,
    the eternal birth of lasting fruits
    To wear
    To bear
    So costly and dear
    without any fear
    God truly longs
    for all to wear
    His coat of many colours

    Written "truth"
    Let me
    Dried up in crimson red
    Holy "truth"
    Draped me
    in a white pure blanket of holy love
    The Shepheard's heart
    An eternal Shepherd's Cabin of fire 'nd Love
    The Lord's CUP mine destiny
    NO more "want"
    whats NOT mine
    ever written godly "wants"
    all we now want
    With MERCY 'nd GRACE
    we overcome this world
    Holy Spirit
    mine "own" Sherlock Holmes
    searching mine "own" heart
    The Lord's mine portion
    mine CUP runnieth OVER with
    Goodness 'nd Mercy follows me 'round
    Mine Cup warmly steams with favour and grace
    Rich warm fragments
    amazing grace vapours 'nd fragrance
    steams and vapours
    'round and 'round
    'Till grace blooms and blossom
    in every soul
    everywhere around

    All mine written days
    Brought colour to mine face
    Tears
    Joy
    Laughter
    No more hiding
    Only seeking
    the Lord's
    Holy Presence and face
    Oh how delightful "remembrance"
    plays cheerfully with all mine life's seasons 'nd lessons
    In the rain: in the mud
    I've learned to be child like
    Embrace mercy and grace
    Bake delightful mud cakes
    with joy and laughter
    while trails and tests threw hard balls,
    curve balls ...dreadful balls
    But the written Word ACE and SWALLOW them all UP in amazing grace
    Sacrifice "own will" can be hard only to give an obedient offering
    To do and obey God's will alone
    The Rewarder of ur eternal soul
    For all those who diligently seeks Him alone!

    At last
    In the end
    I'm left
    without any shame
    nakedness may look like a winter tree for some
    But love and truth root those who bear the cold truth
    deeply strong
    Bold
    In God's grace and love
    Nothing to hide
    No condemnation, for those who walk in Christ
    Our arms we can lift UP high for all to see around us clearly
    Forever
    Surrender
    We praise
    Our living God!!!
    Nothing we could do ur work for
    All by His amazing Grace
    The Sculpture of ur eternal hearts of grace, mercy and love
    Who stripped the world from ur souls
    A mind forever sound
    in Christ alone
    Because Jesus prayed for us all
    Fix eyes on Jesus,
    I'm a tree, many are
    bare, poorly naked to the world
    But full of eternal rich Grace
    Holy Holy Holy
    the solid ground of God

    ©kingdomdelight

  • kingdomdelight 2w

    Like

    GOLD comes from the long awaited night
    Born from the oven of earth
    Summer dances with warm rays of joy 'nd delight

    ©kingdomdelight

  • kingdomdelight 2w

    Like

    Surprises suddenly Blossom 'nd Buds
    Spring Season brings new flower posies
    in the heart, over night

    ©kingdomdelight

  • kingdomdelight 2w

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    withered flowers diminish smiles fade'nd fall
    winter sometimes a place of serenity 'nd silence

    ©kingdomdelight

  • kp_singh 3w

    Travelling alone in the night feels like,
    The life's story in short.
    At the end of the day and end of the life we have to travel back home alone!
    So be wise about with whom you spend initial part of your journey! -Kps©2021

    #nighttravelling #simile #kpspoetry #kpsquotes #lifepartner #journeyoflife

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    Travelling alone in the night feels like,
    The life's story in short.
    At the end of the day and end of the life we have to travel back home alone!
    So be wise about with whom you spend initial part of your journey!
    ©kp_singh

  • klangg 4w

    untitled

    Here, here not alone in the woods
    Dancing with the trees
    As the birds are chanting the hymn of
    life
    with the river and its euphonic flows
    As the wide eyes of the cerulean sky are staring
    at us
    As my soul has broken free,
    now untamed,
    lurching rhythmically along with the gentle breeze,
    stumbling into the
    the bleeding forest of
    ravenous mad
    wolves.

    I am

    alive

    for

    once

  • iqujiger 5w

    //And ~Darling my heart is
    Like the ~flower growing
    On the ~grave of our ~love
    It will continue to ~smell
    Of ~grief
    Untill ~you comeback //
    ©iqujiger

  • sonalbhatiarandhawa 5w

    Some mistakes are never forgotten.They leave reminders like the frayed edges of a page torn from a book.
    ©sonalbhatiarandhawa

  • basobdatta 5w

    October

    Cerulean blue skies falling for
    Brown leaves
    Each rustle and swish
    Is a tickling whisper
    Of fallen dreams, fallen hopes
    And fallen times
    I have fallen too
    Fallen out of love
    My lips are chapped
    My kisses like the leaves--
    Dry.
    ©basobdatta

  • _ofwords 5w

    Bukowski: "Writing. often it is the only
    thing
    between you and
    impossibility.
    no drink,
    no woman's love,
    no wealth
    can
    match it."

    #poem
    #poetry
    #simile
    #charlesbukowski
    #words
    #writing
    #writersnetwork

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    so you want to be a writer?

    If it doesn't come bursting out of you
    in spite of everything,
    don't do it.
    unless it comes unasked out of your
    heart and your mind and your mouth
    and your gut,
    don't do it.
    if you have to sit for hours
    staring at your computer screen
    or hunched over your
    typewriter
    searching for words,
    don't do it.
    if you're doing it for money or
    fame,
    don't do it.
    if you're doing it because you want
    women in your bed,
    don't do it.
    if you have to sit there and
    rewrite it again and again,
    don't do it.
    if it's hard work just thinking about doing it,
    don't do it.
    if you're trying to write like somebody
    else,
    forget about it.

    if you have to wait for it to roar out of
    you,
    then wait patiently.
    if it never does roar out of you,
    do something else.

    if you first have to read it to your wife
    or your girlfriend or your boyfriend
    or your parents or to anybody at all,
    you're not ready.

    don't be like so many writers,
    don't be like so many thousands of
    people who call themselves writers,
    don't be dull and boring and
    pretentious, don't be consumed with self-
    love.
    the libraries of the world have
    yawned themselves to
    sleep
    over your kind.
    don't add to that.
    don't do it.
    unless it comes out of
    your soul like a rocket,
    unless being still would
    drive you to madness or
    suicide or murder,
    don't do it.
    unless the sun inside you is
    burning your gut,
    don't do it.

    when it is truly time,
    and if you have been chosen,
    it will do it by
    itself and it will keep on doing it
    until you die or it dies in you.

    there is no other way.

    and there never was.

    - Charles Bukowski

  • _ofwords 5w

    "my father always said, “early to bed and
    early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy
    and wise.”

    it was lights out at 8 p.m. in our house
    and we were up at dawn to the smell of
    coffee, frying bacon and scrambled
    eggs.

    my father followed this general routine
    for a lifetime and died young, broke,
    and, I think, not too
    wise.

    taking note, I rejected his advice and it
    became, for me, late to bed and late
    to rise.

    now, I’m not saying that I’ve conquered
    the world but I’ve avoided
    numberless early traffic jams, bypassed some
    common pitfalls
    and have met some strange, wonderful
    people"

    one of whom
    was
    myself—someone my father
    never
    knew."

    #charlesbukowski
    #simile
    #poetry
    #poem

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    a smile to remember

    we had goldfish and they circled around and
    around
    in the bowl on the table near the heavy
    drapes
    covering the picture window and
    my mother, always smiling , wanting us all
    to be happy, told me , ‘be happy Henry!’
    and she was right: it was better to be happy if
    you
    can
    but my father continued to beat her and me
    several times a week while
    raging inside his 6-foot-two frame because
    he couldn’t
    understand what was attacking him from within .

    my mother poor fish
    wanting to be happy,beaten two or three
    times a
    week,telling me to be happy:’Henry , smile!
    why don’t you ever smile?!

    and then she would smile, to show me how,
    and it was the
    saddest smile I ever saw

    one day the goldfish died , all five of them,
    they floated on the water, on their sides, their
    eyes still open,
    and when my father got home he threw them
    to the cat
    there on the kitchen floor
    and we watched as my mother
    smiled.

    - Charles Bukowski

  • _astitva_ 5w

    Dear winter,

    I rambled in blustery breese under the autumnal aurora high on hope envisaging entwined expectations to unwind like relinquishing tints of reminiscing rainbows till the dusk whispered wails of silenced screams in the wrapped frozen hearts of living deads.

    A frosted flower down the cloudlike carpet suffocating to shrinkage still fragranting flaked feelings beyond its forte but faded when night of negligence nibbled all parched petals like hungry herbivores trampled the terrain of timothy.

    I embraced hailstorms of hardships in a burned blanket of benevolence sipping sentimental sorghums to keep kinship kindered till the whip of wait written verses of vaporized vehemences on the cracked capillaries of compassion.

    Ragged reveries in deadly dusks draping the amorous aspirations in sanguine syllables bled on papyrus parchments when tipsy tears painted pansies like smoky sky scribbles its solitude betwixt homesick horizon and oikophobic Earth.

    ©_astitva_। A forgotten fall

    @lovethatneverfades Your inspiration made me to do it. Now bear with it. Thank you so much ��

    Still stucked in my exams! ��

    #wod #simile #metaphor #oxymoron #end @writersnetwork @miraquill

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    Boozing brew of broken bones and bossoms,
    Strolling in shadowy streets of solicitous solitude
    Betwixt hurricanes of heart and monsoons of mind
    Weaving wounds with warp of words eventually
    everyone becomes a poet.

    ©_astitva_

  • cutie_hedgehog 5w

    Your smile is like a sunrise
    In the spring morning
    Melting my frozen heart.

    ~ami

  • bi_nspired 5w

    #simile
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    Selfless, in the most Selfish Manner

    I knew you from the beginning
    But I trusted who connected us
    I still do
    But how could you?
    How could you?
    You destroyed what meant a lot to us
    Right from the beginning
    You took to the street of aggression
    You lodged at the house of pride
    You got soaked in pettiness
    I cannot just imagine


    You have painted a picture all in mirage
    People see the beauty of what does not exist
    How could you be so perfectly fake?
    How have you mastered your hypocrisy?
    That you are this good at your pretense
    How is it that you are this unstable in you dealings
    But to you it's perfect
    The level of your self defense in wrong doing
    I cannot just imagine

    As long as it has personal gains to you
    Then you're in for it
    If it doesn't produce immidiate gratification
    Then it is useless
    If it is not credited to you for success
    Then it has to be trashed
    Everything seemed to be competition
    Why would others have it
    Just because you can't have it
    Your level of self entitlement is what
    I cannot just imagine

    You're not all bad
    But everyone is bad by your definition
    And if they don't support your ideology
    You wish they fail
    If they don't, you are bothered
    If they fail
    You show forth sense of fulfillment
    Forgetting that anyone can fail at any attempt
    It's so ridiculous that
    I cannot just imagine

    To you
    You're as perfect as refined gold
    But to many, you're just in your own world
    I hope you realize this sooner
    Before I move too far away
    Because if I do
    What happens next is what
    I cannot just imagine

    ©bi_nspired

  • bellemoon99 5w

    #simile #wod

    I'm trembling like an abandoned animal outside a storm
    My soul is a dead leaf swirling inside a tornado
    Should I give up? Should I pledge my existence to eternal sleep?
    Or maybe I should torture my heart with eternal uncertainty

    Raindrops hit the earth as my tears fly up to the sky
    The freezing grasp of loneliness is far colder than today's weeping clouds
    At other times their lament would turn into a lullaby, yet today it joins in a somber chorus with my internal wailing

    The warmth of his smile is gone, and today it won't come back again
    Everyone who believed in me has given up
    The safety of their presence a mirage of the past
    A dream so distant it feels like a nightmare

    I won't beg for forgiveness, my knees are done scrapping the ground
    This is the destiny I built with my actions
    The castle I constructed with every stone I threw
    I'll die here, alone, and gelid. Just like I deserve for never being angelic.

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    Never

    ©bellemoon99

  • aryaa_anand 5w

    @miraquill @writersnetwork @inked_selenophile @fromwitchpen

    #simile #wod #ceesreposts

    // love me like those metaphors loving my poetry to let its heart bleed imageries of the vehemently passionate Venus //

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    listen to me like the walls hear the silence of the souls in the room
    feel me like the leaves feel the wet dewdrops falling onto them
    touch me like the soft breeze caresses the curls of the flowing hair
    see me like the selenophile gazes at the moon
    nevertheless
    love me like Shakespeare loved his sonnets-
    immortally pure and truly inimitable.

    ©aryaa_anand

  • sunseeker 5w

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    #wod #pod #simile #writersnetwork #miraquill #wordsporn #wordsplash #writersofmirakee #mirakeeworld #ceesrepost @writersnetwork @miraquill @iamaselenophile @soulfulstirrings @pearlpoetry @unspokenpen1927 @readwriteunite @muskaanbhatt_ @shadowofthoughts_ @dark_ink_01

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    Whisper and Shine

    Whisper your heart
    as the conch of the brine;
    and strut some shine
    like the sun of the sky

    ©sunseeker

  • artemiswrites 5w

    This joy is like Childhood,
    Transient as a Rainbow,
    but it leaves behind memories that,
    like Art,
    don't die.
    ©artemiswrites

  • aryaa_anand 5w

    @miraquill @writersnetwork

    #simile #wod

    simple yet dear to me :)

    thank you for the ♥(26) @writersnetwork :)

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    she cares like a mom, loves like a soulmate, teases like a sister, nurtures like a friend, she's nothing but a combination of different roles packed in one soul.

    ©aryaa_anand