#somuchc

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  • biswajitdev 11w

    *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
    -- Pinterest --

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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

  • nocturnal_enigma 11w

    * 5.11.2021; 2.53 P.M (Malaysia)

    * For: My #crush #AHBA

    "There is so much..." #somuchc

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    Not much; So much ~

    There is not much hatred of you for me.
    There is not much pain you give me.
    There is not much chance for me.
    There is not much time left for me.

    There is so much love that I give you.
    There is so much pain I feel in my heart.
    There is so much words to say. Unsaid.
    There is so much things to do together.

    © Nuruliffa Emirah
    @ nocturnal_enigma

  • _ms_mystery_ 12w

    Sweets in my hands
    Sweat in my eyes
    Smile in my lips
    Swear in my heart

    -Just another day
    ©_ms_mystery_

  • _barbie__ 12w

    Maybe,
    A strong you,
    A better you,
    A person full of life moreover
    with experiences as well
    A heart filled with emotions yet to tell,
    A soul with solace
    not desirous of being flawless
    A flower with dew
    a bird urging to flew
    Yess ofcourse
    A new you!!!!

    @_barbie__

    #you #hopenotes #somuchc @writersbay

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    There is so much yet to discover
    ©_barbie__

  • wilmaneels1 12w

    It's in this season
    The current flow of life
    Where we try and make sense of the senseless
    Try and believe the unbelievable
    Try to grasp the meaning of words uttered
    Yet
    There is so much
    That needs to be revealed
    If you are closed off
    You will loose out
    Not every good thing will be dressed up as that
    It is sometimes in the mess
    You find your message
    In the choas you find your peace
    Things aren't always labeled accurately
    ©wilmaneels1
    ©02112021

  • halcyon_sparrow 12w

    Don't be afraid of this emptiness
    There is so much
    You can fill in it
    Hopes that define your hardships
    Ambitions that absorb all trash talking
    Desires that defy all society norms
    Or
    A fiery passion that burns like million suns.
    ©sacrilegious_sparrow

  • maestral 12w

    "PAPER SWANS"

    I get lost in the details. There is so much to grasp

    The arc of the hand as she reaches ...
    the shape of a finger nail, the grace of a thumb --
    how quietly the cup meets the saucer.

    She turns and smiles and time
    empties of ticks and tocks again
    I am lost. There are facts
    cold, hard, and measurable. They
    have no place in discussions of her.
    Her truths are
    divined between her words, how
    her lips purse and she sips the air --
    as thoughts spiral,

    she reaches out
    touches my hand
    sure she has to
    get my attention
    (it was never lost.)

    The shower of details, I could
    surrender and my friends nod.
    I see them getting ready to drum fingers
    as they smile, smile and nod.

    I remember how her hair, caught
    in a breeze, ran across my face.
    Every nerve raced to receive the sensation.
    I am lost.

    May my friends forgive me.

    And may she -- in the whispers of the morning
    in the silent wing strokes of twilight --
    always shape the sound of my name
    with the beat of her heart in diamond detail.

    ©maestral

    #somuchc

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    I remember how her hair, caught
    in a breeze, ran across my face.
    Every nerve raced to receive the sensation.
    I am lost.
    ©maestral

  • sumanaa_ 12w

    For some reason, I can never get myself to tell people things, afraid that I might hurt them, although I know that I will end up hurting myself.

    #sumanascribbles #writersbay #somuchc
    @writersbay

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    I find an outlet for my sadness in writing.
    I write about all the demons I'm fighting.
    I scribble the words I want to say.
    I scream through my pen, the words I want to yell.
    I slap my thoughts onto my diary.
    I slam their judgements that tire me.
    I discard my hurt as I scrap this page.
    I tear them apart and calm my rage.
    There is so much to say but instead I write,
    Because the words once spoken, will leave many hearts broken,
    But the words I write, will remain with me till I die.
    ©sumanaa_

  • pallavi4 12w

    Garden of Hope

    I have been growing hope in your back garden
    Potting posies of high aspirations
    Watering them with showers of love
    Beseeching them to match my expectations
    I try and smile like those abandoned flowers
    That we’d tried growing for our relation
    Deserted they’ve wilted and dried alone -
    Become devoid of any emotion
    When the tired sunflowers fall off my eyes
    I hope I don’t find a desperation, a stagnation
    There is so much life yet to be lived
    I hope this garden becomes so much more than my imagination

    @pallavi4

    2nd of November, 2021

    Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner - “Sun Seekers” by Chiara Magni (Chim Fine Art)

    #wod #start #somuchc #garden #hope #love_poems #love #writersbay @writersbay @writersnetwork #miraquill #writersnetwork #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @miraquill

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  • _firefly 12w

    I have been growing hope in your backyard,
    in secret, lining it silently behind
    the white petals of petunias and lilies
    you smell everyday before the sunrays
    kiss the feet of your grass filled garden.
    There is so much beauty and serenity
    dripping down your hazel brown eyes,
    which cry every night for all the untold
    myriad losses your bones have braved.
    You smile like those abandoned flowers,
    your mother left to wither, after your
    father's cremation, for they reminded
    her of his gentle words and kind heart.
    And the courage in your crimson cheeks
    expands as you see the sun, rise every
    morning, tirelessly, blazing all alike.
    You carry those petals to decorate your
    hair and your heart, scenting your presence
    with the golden hope, my hands weaved for you.

    _firefly

    #start #wod #somuchc @writersnetwork thank you❤ #fireflywn

    PS. For a friend. ��

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  • _firefly 12w

    When sunflowers fall off my eyes
    and the sky gets covered in
    obscurity of the greyish pastel clouds,
    hiding the silver flaking stars who
    once guided me on my way home,
    I knock the door of a library,
    filled with the scent of muses
    of various poets and writers,
    who once got lost just like me.
    My heart gets filled with serenity,
    decorated with the presence of
    enormous lifetimes written inside
    those worn pages, longing to be read.
    There is so much feeling and pain
    hidden behind the black fonts, embedded
    in the wilted walls of these books,
    which I can relate to, for I am left alone,
    in the dark streets of unhinged emotions,
    where only these books keep me sane.

    _firefly // Books are a man's best friend.



    #start #somuchc #wod @writersnetwork ❤ reverting love back!

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  • love_whispererr 12w

    Of orchids and oarlock

    "I have been
    growing hope
    in your backyard"
    I whispered for
    those new orchids
    of the town.


    Because
    again,
    It was winter
    halloween and
    hunter's moon
    and they were blooming again ;
    yellow and red,
    a swarm of butterflies
    wandering ;
    blue and white,
    those arbours were greening
    striding towards
    the vale of heaven
    celestial, they were
    my poetries slumbered
    in their laps
    unknowingly ;
    And some bagpipes
    were triumphing
    quietly.


    Another
    fine afternoon
    someone came
    and
    cut all those orchids
    to cascade them down
    on a coffin and
    to make wreaths
    for condolence ;
    I ran towards the
    churchyard
    those orchids were writhing
    and vomitting some
    melancholic
    metaphors.


    I was standing
    near the apse
    and
    looking at the
    afterglow
    of the afternoon ;
    the sun was fading away
    those orchids were withering ;
    there were no butterflies
    there were no arbours
    only there was a
    sentinel
    and
    that was
    me.


    The winter was murdered again
    by some white-faced snowflakes.


    "There is so much to see"
    I muttered.


    Yuck !
    I lost my favourite oarlock again.


    ~bidya

  • nemesis_here 12w

    When was the last time
    you did something
    for the very first time

    When was it that you said
    what was really in your mind

    When was the last time
    you were truly happy
    and not just pretending

    When was it that you did
    what you always wanted to do

    When was the last time you
    actually invested in yourself
    put yourself before others

    When was it that you last
    wanted to fly high

    When was the last time you
    did something spontaneously
    without any planning

    When was it that you ate
    for taste, not for hunger

    When was the last time
    you talked about yourself
    were vulnerable

    It's still not late yet
    And one thing that you need to know,

    despite everything, is that
    There is so much
    still left to life.

    ©nemesis_here

  • diamond49 12w

    There is so much in the life
    You've never seen
    There are so many places
    You've never been
    So vast is the sky
    You've never touched
    So vast is my love
    That you never considered.

    ©diamond49

  • antarraal 12w

    Smile like those abandoned flowers
    who grow tall and wide,
    without waiting for admirers to paint them,
    without waiting for poets to pen ode for them,
    without waiting for lasses to dress up their tresses with them.
    They dance with the wind, shine under the Sun,
    laugh with the rains, meditate under the moon,
    for they know life is precious and time is short,
    why waste on trivials,
    there is so much to do, there is so much to 'joy
    that even abandoned hearts
    become cherished someday, for someone.


    ©antarraal

  • penelope_ 12w

    Yes there is so much I can be
    But restrained
    by the constant chaos,
    by the constant hate,
    by the constant jealousy,
    Almighty please help me to deal with them
    I am tired and frustrated now.

  • woodsorrels 12w

    Sunless Borders

    I have been growing hope
    In your backyard even when the
    Showers of your town didn't crack up
    Rainbows in your skies and the soil
    You dusted your feet with every noon,
    Withdrew to breed the bumps of
    Wood-sorrels and shamrocks
    My arms spread large like an early bird
    To wave the first chaplet of godsends
    And chisel a summer of happiness
    On your spine only to see you smile like those
    Abandoned flowers of a spent spring
    That were cooked half under the sun
    And half under clogged lakes of January
    Whacked by the wind one congested
    Winter night, yet they never forgot to smile
    From the lines of the torso to
    The roots of their gut, they invariably
    Worshipped "a last leaf of life"
    And when sunflowers fell off my
    Face one dawning, I understood it was you
    The sunlight in your orbs and the conviction
    Your petals held up cued me of a bud sunflower
    I once took out from sunless borders
    To the yellow, now that, there is so much
    Sunshine slumping off your shoulders
    I wish you advance this to another
    Flower who is under the cloud

    woodsorrels_

  • shadowofthoughts_ 12w

    winter me,
    wither me.


    I have been growing hope in your backyard
    I wanted to stay and bloom your heart
    Turning springs, winters froze me.

    Did the autumn fall the leaves for me?
    Oh, city of hope
    there's so much I want to say.

    Did the autumn fall the leaves for me,
    We're under the blue sky.
    there's so much I want to be.

    Looking inside your heart,
    I'm a paper soul,
    made of paper planes, and nothing whole.
    You shine so brightly.

    Smiling like hope has bloomed in your backyard
    I wanted to stay and bloom your heart
    Turning springs, winters froze me.
    Did the autumn fall the leaves for me?
    Oh, city of hope
    there's so much I want to be.

    Tell me did the autumn fall all the leaves for me?
    Did the autumn abandon you for me.
    I'm a cryonic sea, made of paper bees.

    Autumn faded and winters are at the bay.
    Tell me did the autumn fall all the leaves for me?
    I wanted to grow hope,
    I wanted to row sunflowers, is it too late?
    how much do you know?
    there's so much I can't be.

    Gazing at the sun,
    clouds will hinder me.
    Even if flowers will refuse to wither,
    I'll be there to vernalize the whole picture.

    I can never bloom thee,
    Winters are everything I've around me.

    ©shadowofthoughts_

  • zeba_gulsum 12w

    All in a haste
    My soul has a taste
    Of the storm you brewed
    Behind my back

    There was so much going on
    But wanting more of that shit
    My soul was hooked on tearing you apart
    Slowly, piece by piece
    So that you know how it feels
    To be betrayed by our own

    ©zeba_gulsum

  • writersbay 12w

    Use the phrase “there is so much” in your write-up.

    Tag and share with #somuchc

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    Open your heart
    and look at the stars
    to find the message
    that only the soul can see:
    in this world
    there is nothing you can own,
    but there is so much
    you can be.

    – Leonardo S.