#tempest

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  • shimmery_vibe 18w

    Misery

    'Misery makes a man put up with strange companions.'
    And strange is what the beginning of forever looks like to an un-noticed soul.
    ©shimmery_vibe

  • sonu99 24w

    Learn to sail in life's journey rather to fear the tempest.
    ©sonu99
    11/01/2022

  • captainfatimahabiba 35w

    #similie

    One of my hot favorite scenes ever includes the drowning of #Titanic_movie when everything is upside down except that #orchestra band that kept on doing what it has been, making themselves true #Virtuoso .

    (A journey from golden rules in literature to No rules)

    》Middle ages rusted classical Gracio-Romans
    》Renaissance invaded darkness of the middle ages
    》Puritans hanged the Renaissance humanism
    》Neo-classics revitalized pseudo classicism
    》Romantics rebelled rules by making no rule, a rule
    (Reminded me of a character #Gonzalo in Shakespeare's #Tempest when he says "When/If I shall be the king.........there would be no king;) .)
    》Victorians made art matxist
    》Moderns violated ancestors
    》Blank verse gradually n finally got into #Free_verse!



    Clamour of rules is to writer,
    what glamour of Titanic,
    was to orchestra.
    It stood,
    while it sank.
    It stayed,
    while all escaped.
    It played,
    while all groaned.

    ©captainfatimahabiba

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    Rules to writing are something
    like stereotypes are to rebels,
    not worthy until they are broken.

    ©captainfatimahabiba

  • heartofbabel 46w

    #Tempest

    [ Tempest ]

    I hold my daughters as they weep
    Stricken with emotions
    Their foundation crumbled
    Their fears as vast as oceans
    The depth of this sorrow
    Sinking in remorse
    For the ship no longer sailing
    That will never meet its course

    So I hold my girls tight
    So they know that they are safe
    And the decisions made for them
    Have only sought to take
    The things they knew and cherished
    Now lost like many others
    To form a vast of disconnection
    That now draws them to a shudder

    And I see the weight of fear
    Hesitant to pull the anchor
    As they try to cling to past
    That is now only a stranger
    Longing for a reunion
    Yet seeing only death
    As the vessel swallowed, sunken
    To the perilous of depth

    So I speak of a great love
    That they may find a strength
    To rise above the heartbreak
    And not fall, sinking into hate
    For although there’s pain and sorrow
    The sun will rise each day
    And the light that casts the shadows
    Is a light that they’ll portray

    These vessels, young in master
    Though readied at the helm
    To be skippered on this voyage
    So that they will never drown
    Forced to face the obstacles
    The storms that rage through life
    Weathered yet withstanding
    As they face it in their might

    These are children here before me
    Who should have never known this loss
    Who deserved to have their world
    Without struggle and exhaust
    But instead, like many others
    Have been tossed amongst the seas
    And must now learn how to survive
    Lest they be overcome by grief

    For there are thieves in these waters
    And all the ships below
    Tell of other pains and sorrows
    And travesties to soul
    Tales we should be mindful
    So that we may never sail
    The same course once plot before us
    Where the murky waters ail

    For now I hold them in my arms
    In the hopes of bringing comfort
    And I speak truth to their hearts
    So they may heal from what they suffer
    And as the waves and tides collide
    They will not cower, feeling menaced
    But will rise, in strength resounding
    All set to steer them through the tempest

    © HeartOfBabel

    #HeartOfBabel #Babel #GaratheDen

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    [ Tempest ]

  • our_fallacy 49w

    Anger

    When the trees cast their leaves into wind
    Their branches crash and collides
    Untill they could wave them bye
    They blow into the petrichor
    And got engulfed by the tempest

    The winds argue with sophism
    Contemplating to not blow with zephr
    Only filled with blasphemy
    As they spew colours of vignette

    Purple hyacinths bows in silence
    For the halcyon they lose in the blustery
    And can only look on helplessly
    For they got caught in the argument
    Between the trees and the wind

    They cannot escape it nor run
    For i am like the purple halcyon
    That got caught in their controversy

    A.N

  • poesybird 57w

    It's alright not to be okay sometimes ��
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    #tempest#smile#whisper#she#her@mirakee@mirakee_assistant
    @writersnetwork thank you!!♥️

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    "Are you alright?", She whispered with a small smile "yes"
    Little did anybody know what tempest was in motion within her
    ©poesybird

  • heavenly_broadcast 62w

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    REVIVED

    The gust of wind
    Pervaded her life
    Like a hurricane
    Without a gauge
    Troubled and wearied
    From the tempest past
    She tearfully dreaded
    The morning after.

    In shambles of mistakes
    Her life seemed to dissipate
    Tormoils of war, ravaging her mind
    But deep in the peak, of her misery
    Came light from the skies
    From the Lord Most High
    Trailing words, of Redemption
    Words of Truth, bearing light to her soul
    Healing scars, upon her wounded soul
    Her being Revived, by the Light of Christ.
    ©heavenly_broadcast

  • pallavi4 64w

    Paradox

    She was as gentle as a tumultuous hurricane
    Raging in the middle of the night
    As predictable as the weather
    And as challenging as the winds' might

    Her tame hair billowed in the gale
    The curls as tight as a drum
    Her temperament was like the furor of hot coals
    Pugnacious, impetuous and never numb

    She was the wild tempest herself
    Awakening an unruly, untamed passion
    Causing a pandemonium and anarchy
    Waving aside any display of compassion

    Like a bird flying free above the ocean
    She was lush and savage inside
    As feral as a cat in the forest
    She was chaos personified

    @pallavi4

    2nd of April, 2021

    Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner

    #wod #paradox #chaos #feral #wild #tempest @writersnetwork #writerstolli #writersnetwork #mirakee #mirakeeworld #readwriteunite #thepoetrycommunity #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @mirakee

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  • biswajitdev 65w

    Dear Redolent Souls,
    Will you honour me by giving a kind glance on this piece? Any suggestions are heartiest welcome.
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    ** Raging tempest, evanescent embers
    In the core of darkness, Will resplendent rainbow replenish colour ?
    Desert of heart craves for your cherubic smile, O' Asphodel Flower
    Loneliness to devour & redolence of Love rises to shower.

    Would you be the nepenthe of love to cure my heart of loneliness? **

    * GLOSSARY :-
    Raging - Violent, Tempest - Uproaring storm or Strong wind, Evanescent - Fading, Embers - Feelings, Emotions, Resplendent - Attractive & Colourful, Replenish - Fill once again, Crave - Strongly desire, Cherubic - Winsome or Lovely, Asphodel - Everlasting, Devour - Wipe out or Destroy, Redolence - Fragrance, Nepenthe - Drug to forget sorrow or suffering *

    ©biswajitdev
    27.03.2021
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    @Writersbay @Writersnetwork @mirakee @writerstolli @mirakeeworld

    #nepenthec #writersbay #writersnetwork #writerstolli #mirakee #mirakeeworld #ceesreposts #readwriteunite #Loneliness #Nepenthe #Raging #Tempest #Evanescent #Embers #Darkness #Resplendent #Rainbow #Replenish #Colour #Desert #Heart #Crave #Cherubic #Smile #Asphodel #Flower #Devour #Redolence #Alliteration

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    Raging tempest, evanescent embers
    In the core of darkness, Will resplendent rainbow replenish colour ?
    Desert of heart craves for your cherubic smile, O' Asphodel Flower
    Loneliness to devour & redolence of Love rises to shower.

    Would you be the nepenthe of love to cure my heart of loneliness?

    ©biswajitdev
    27.03.2021

  • roel_gonz 68w

    Sometimes she's the
    tender rain fondle in my skin
    Sometimes she's the tempest
    erotically touches my innermost desires
    ©roel_gonz

  • ray_madhusmita 87w

    l never recite the story..
    my tempest..
    before God..
    recite his name only..
    in front of tempest..
    ©ray_madhusmita

  • davinci 91w

    Our wild wild passions run free
    Our strange strange love runs deep
    And that rich rich lust;
    It just runs riot,
    It evokes havoc.
    Such is the nature of our emotions
    Creating tempest out of gentle winds
    Causing wildfires from tiny wicks
    ©davinci

  • snow_musings 91w

    The monster within you has been strangulating those around you. You can either kill the monster and fall defenceless yourself or relieve the ones you love and who love you and release them from your fetters.
    ©snow_musings

  • anunknownwriter 97w

    I held you like the breezes

    You are always on the move

    See you down the road

    If her winds come blowing through

    I will no long chase storms

    Like those days of my youth

    Thank you for the smiles

    And the love inside of you

    ©nothingbutrash

  • snow_musings 98w

    Turmoil

    The night isn't young.
    It is old and concentrated.
    Filled with guilts and regrets,
    and loneliness to share it with.
    With truth being the language everyone speaks,
    monuments have crumbled and excavations resulted.
    Blown in this tempest is the foundation of love
    and everything big and small has uprooted from the ground.
    Blaming it on the year, calling it cursed,
    but even power requires potential that grows with time.
    The rotten aspirations devastated it all,
    and you and I are nowhere to be found.
    ©snow_musings

  • smitanand 104w

    She Braids Shadows in Her Mane

    She braids shadows in her mane,
    wreathing them with
    tinsel of stars and planets,
    an opal moon clipped to her tresses
    as talisman against despair,
    blooming hursingar
    fills redolence in her hair floating
    in flirtatious breeze,
    but the sunflower sits forlorn
    weeping for the sun's demise
    while whimsical comets
    frisbee through her unseen depths
    seeking to delve into
    ambiguous mysteries cloaking her
    and the crickets
    sing a quixotic strain
    using syllables withered
    from rustling foliage,
    ~ she's the night.


    She braids shadows in her mane
    her tresses the kohl of thunderclouds~
    the angst of a sky
    gravid with hurling emotions,
    that paints silhouettes on sun's smile
    tarnishing it,
    She accessorizes her hair
    in lightening flashes,
    her mane fluttering in monsoon wind
    while trees dance like frenzied giants
    and thunder's drumbeat echoes
    soon she adorns her self
    in a rainbow tiara made from
    the prismatic raindrops.
    ~ she's the tempest.
    ©smitanand

  • alxita 108w

    -- Shatter --

    Twelve midnight strikes, a full moon of luminosity
    Windows palliating for what's a sublime lividity
    Of the storm with its flashes of radiance booming
    Across the fabrics of space, loudness oscillating

    For a hypnagogia to worry of, the windows lull you
    For its shield still protects the room from the doom
    Platitudes they'll chant so you will stay calm
    But unknowingly veils them from caliginous times

    Now, the tempest blasts its hurricane of synchronicity
    Foreshadowing a conclusion to deal with pragmatically
    A glass of innocence shatters, into a million fragments
    In which it will reside down the floor by their statements

    Fragments are not the jigsaw puzzles to solve
    Dress it with glamour, the whole structure stays devolved
    A night and a tempest will tell you a realistic lesson
    As the winds blow by, glass will not be in unison



    #poetry #glass #fragments #night #tempest #storm #rainshowers #lesson #learn #truth #reality #sleep #destroy #hope #shatter #tale #mirakee #life #alxita_june_twenty #cessreposts

    Poem no. 106
    Jun. 3, 2020, 11:16 AM (GMT+8)

    A post dedicated to a Mirakee prompt of writing about #fragments

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    Shatter

    Fragments are not the jigsaw puzzles to solve
    Dress it with glamour, the whole structure stays devolved
    A night and a tempest will tell you a realistic lesson
    As the winds blow by, glass will not be in unison
    ©___alxita

  • enakshmi_1324 110w

    Let the rhythm of the scary divine dance deaden the dreadful disease,
    Let the undying petrichor ward off Death farther away.
    Is this the parable that Nature invokes?
    Wish it's denouement means hope against hope!
    ©enakshmi

  • voices_as_thoughts 128w

    Tempest

    What is so sad about life?;
    Today,up and yellow-bright like the NewYork's Monday sun,
    and at latter, feels undeserved of the joy causing an abnormal turn to dullness;
    preposterous, bizarre, wierd or eerie?? so many words can't term this condition enough.
    And the nights when I love to make love to my lover, she's only at the bed waiting, till sleep supersedes her endurance.
    ©voices_as_thoughts

  • judedenzel 136w

    Zeus hurls bolts through steely overhangs,
    Of impregnated moisture a-swell with the giving of life,
    Reality trembles as concusive rapture rains readily,
    A-thunder, a-thunder they echo and call,
    A-string, a-string they tug and brawl,
    Upon a bed of cords within fleshy cages,
    I call it heart as taciturn tempest terrors truly,
    To scorch pathways where pulsing life-blood surge,
    And turn to poison good intentions heard,
    Strike at the breast conniving with such,
    Passions at play relayed thus too much,
    With palm and hand I would gather the sky,
    And rent asunder the rage and wonder,
    Till all is naught and nothing no more,
    Lord over inconsequence at peace with it all,
    However the reverie,
    Of chaotic therapy,
    Lie beyond a carcass of dreams,
    Hurtling through space in debt to lord Cronos,
    Starved on failure weaned of hope,
    As cooling drops collide with enflamed skin,
    The breeze in the trees tastes sweet as sin,
    Mantles cling, as howling winds sing,
    What is truth but perceived belief conspiring,
    A guarded silence speaks, listen,
    As drumming rain drops on panes a-glisten,
    The electric cold coursing through cataclysm,
    Nature rules man, embrace the candid fatalism.

    #mirakee #writersnetwork #judedenzel #tempest @nostalgic_silence @harshalb @mirakee_words @arzoo_1811 @lucy64

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    Tempest

    Zeus hurls bolts through steely overhangs,
    Of impregnated moisture a-swell with the giving of life,
    Reality trembles as concusive rapture rains readily,
    A-thunder, a-thunder they echo and call,
    A-string, a-string they tug and brawl,
    Upon a bed of cords within fleshy cages,
    I call it heart as taciturn tempest terrors truly,
    To scorch pathways where pulsing life-blood surge,
    And turn to poison good intentions heard,
    Strike at the breast conniving with such,
    Passions at play relayed thus too much,
    With palm and hand I would gather the sky,
    And rent asunder the rage and wonder,
    Till all is naught and nothing no more,
    Lord over inconsequence at peace with it all,
    However the reverie,
    Of chaotic therapy,
    Lie beyond a carcass of dreams,
    Hurtling through space in debt to lord Cronos,
    Starved on failure weaned of hope,
    As cooling drops collide with enflamed skin,
    The breeze in the trees tastes sweet as sin,
    Mantles cling, as howling winds sing,
    What is truth but perceived belief conspiring,
    A guarded silence speaks, listen,
    As drumming rain drops on panes a-glisten,
    The electric cold coursing through cataclysm,
    Nature rules man, embrace the candid fatalism.
    ©judedenzel