#topography

98 posts
  • berries_54 23w

    Ocean Night

    The still, vast ocean
    Waves sway
    Mimicking my unstable thoughts
    Some violent,
    crashing against the bold rocks
    Some soft,
    greeting the shell covered shore

    The moon shines bright
    Full
    In all its beauty
    As it accompanies me
    through this sleepless night
    ©berries_54

  • sproutedseeds 23w

    A DREAM

    The frozen wings in Autumn
    dreamt of flying high in spring
    fluttering its wings
    in the sugar candy like clouds
    tempting and attractive
    melting in the arms of sunrays
    Wind of joy quenching the thirst
    of happiness but suddenly
    the sky became dark,
    the clouds ran hither thither
    dashing and roaring
    waking the earth with petrichor
    hugging the trees and kissing the flowers
    seeping from the window
    woke up the wings from its dream
    to reality of nature.

    The flight of wings
    flew through the seasons
    understanding the changes it brings
    in nature through the dream.

    ©sproutedseeds
    11.12.21

  • smartsam 23w

    My lovely City!

    I glimpsed the burgh
    I daily walk in!
    Not boulevard, path
    or path routinely seen!

    It happened to be the day
    of my boyhood days!
    After a time long pal
    my heart made a say!

    I climbed up nearby hill
    crossing rocks & bushes!
    On top of mountain safely
    assiduous safely feet not rushes!

    I reach the top finally
    the plateau so mystic!
    Flowers, birds & cool breeze
    in city unseen this!

    I was no doubt tired
    I layed flat on top plains!
    All around encircled me blue sky
    & so nature unobstructed!

    I walked bit more further
    by cliff made brief halt!
    Very sad a depressed but
    I felt in my heart!

    Miles few away & I saw
    my crowd cramped city!
    Millions times than megapolis
    this plains looked so pretty!

    My city was only suffocating
    in dense smoke & smog!
    That's the reason Oh! So many
    in city chest sick clogged!

    My town looked vague
    it resemble a tired old woman!
    Built, vamp & refurbished
    again & again
    her bones already broken!

    In this wide congested conurbation
    my dreams come & life new happen!
    Sad reckless bigwig, honcho nibble
    every alley, lane corruption rampant!

    Yet my city beautiful.
    In its bosom
    I played & roamed freely!
    My memories of childhood still
    with my city binded undoubtedly!

    These walls old & bench in garden
    the pavement so old foot trodden!
    My sector, my city
    Its my life memoirs album golden!

    All people know me here
    they waive hand & goodbye!
    I know special here many yet
    same place accustomed daily
    trees & also same is my sky!

    I lived here for long
    I know souls kind breathing here!
    I also am aware of liars
    & some antique seen else nowhere!

    That tree now old encircled with porch
    with my grandpa I came here daily!
    I played & jumped on it's bough
    still standing this tree & porch
    I hug it's trunk so dearly!

    My life this city happened
    I grew with friends here
    my life encrypted!
    I love my city so much
    Untill death I shall not be seperate!

    ©SmartSam

  • monikakapur 23w

    Topographical poetry

    The land of five rivers ,
    The land O! So divine .
    Where lush green crops swirl and twirl,
    Where people are benign.
    You rise up to the sound of shabad,
    So gentle and so pure,
    The Gurudwaras with open doors,
    Yes, they are god's abode.
    The fields are luscious and virile ,
    Invites you to roam around .
    The yellow flowers of mustard plant ,
    Makes the scene astound.
    The rivers so pure, flowing gently ,
    Quench the thirst of land.
    The turbaned Sikhs, with the royal gait,
    Look so handsome and so grand.
    The ladies carrying phulkari,
    The smiles that take your heart.
    The bhangra and giddha, dance forms
    Are truly world apart.
    Tje prosperous land of Punjab,
    Yes, that's where I was shaped.
    God, bless that beautiful piece of land
    Where love is gently draped
    ©monikakapur

  • abhibd 23w

    Another City !

    Floating above another one ,
    Sighed the lonely cloud ,
    This one was a bit different .
    There was a river cutting through.

    All the others had a pond or two,
    Where people usually crowded ,
    But this was not the case here,
    From above you could see ,
    Couples sitting and enjoying,
    Children playing in the park ,
    Elders keeping watch over them ,
    At the same time discussing topics,
    From politics to household matters,
    One could hear everything.

    And then there was him ,
    A lonely cloud wandering,
    In the tangerine sky ,
    Basking in the dusk ,
    Going with wind ,
    Hoping to fulfill it's purpose,
    Over one of these destined city.
    ©abhibd

  • saif5alam 23w

    मेरे महबूब को ना अदा आती है ना नज़ाकत आती है
    है मुझे शौक इल्म का और उसको उर्दू आती है
    ©saif5alam

  • juanogando 23w

    #topography @writersnetwork @miraquill #miraquill #soulraabta #writersnetwork #ceesreposts #wod #pod.
    La Llorona -"The Weeping Woman" or "The Wailer" is a ghost who roams waterfront areas mourning her children whom she drowned.

    Toms River is the river in Toms River township - -Ocean County, New Jersey, United States.- my home.

    The River Lady is a 150 passenger, authentic reproduction of a paddle wheel riverboat which splendidly captures the ambiance of a 19th century Mississippi paddleboat. She is the only stern-wheeler in the state of New Jersey. - I used my poetic license to transform her into La Llorona.

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    La Llorona

    The Toms River carries
    The River Lady
    To sea. The current pushes
    Her between shore front
    Homes - lit constellations
    In twinkling mimicry
    Forming a row of lights
    As a runway for her grief.
    Silhouettes centered
    In portrait windows
    Witness the wails of remorse.
    Tears and sea salt mingling
    Without the potency to heal.
    Her children submerged
    Drowned and taken from her by her
    Very hands. Rage towards
    The infidelity of their father, her husband,
    She felt instant regret.
    Submerging and sucking in water
    In sobs but as relentless as she is
    Her head bobs up above the writhing
    Waves. She remains afloat in hell,
    Coughing water miserably
    As her children play with sea urchins
    Oblivious to her. She desires
    To expose her nursing bosom
    But she is dry, withering in the surf
    Kindling for her horror. Gnarled driftwood,
    A pathetic spectacle of a specter mourns.

    ©juanogando

  • pallavi4 23w

    Topography

    In the midst of thick green jungles
    In a city surrounded by waterfalls
    Where the fresh mountain air is dominant
    Not galvanised skyscrapers and buildings tall

    Where lush greens wave in the fields
    And the summer rains cool the earth
    Where the rainfall lasts several months
    And nightingales are not in dearth

    Infested by local terrorists is this paradise
    Who take advantage of the dense wilderness
    And create a nuisance for the general public
    Jolting all out of a slumberous tenderness

    Depicted as a country stricken by poverty
    One of snake charmers and rogue cattle
    I hail from a land rich in tradition and heritage
    That leave outsiders completely baffled

    A nation that boasts of diverse cultures
    Coexisting, living and thriving as one
    Where the language changes every few kilometres
    Modernity breathes life into the humdrum

    Known for its incredible architecture
    And hardworking, brilliant minds
    Spice and tea gardens that flourish
    Where one is welcomed with a warm namaste and a smile

    Delectable food and colourful festivals
    That celebrate life and spirituality everyday
    I hail from a place where generations live
    Together as a unit that does not fray

    Plagued by pollution caused by a massive populace
    Who make it difficult for the infrastructure to keep pace
    India is my where my beautiful home is
    In the whole world- my favourite place

    @pallavi4

    9th of December, 2021

    Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner- “Follow Me” series by Murad Osmann

    #wod #topography #india #ode #country @writersnetwork #miraquill #writersnetwork #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @miraquill

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  • iqujiger 23w

    And ~Darling
    I don't need anymore
    ~Roses
    Your ~Love is enough
    to ~beautify
    The ~Valley of my
    ~heart *forever
    ©iqujiger

  • sumana_chakraborty 23w

    Amidst picturesque undulating dale
    dwelling mine wanderlust mind
    Where canopies of pine
    Ensnaring welkins height
    Zephyr so gentle
    like mother's touch
    Playing tunes at night
    To bring slumber in orbs
    Quest of what I know not
    blowing incessant
    Over hedges and blades
    of Savannah grasslands
    With naive wisdom
    Amidst puissant nature
    I sit beside thee
    To rediscover my worth
    Assembling garlands of imagination
    In fathomless waves of life's sea
    Sailing hard against the hurdles of melancholy.
    ©sumana_chakraborty

  • words_flake 23w

    Slowly stepping towards top of mountain
    I can see mountain tops rest are cover with clouds
    Fresh atmosphere
    Cold breeze
    Freezing me
    Different sounds from nature were surprise gifts for me
    A experience that each and every one should experience in wish
    -nehabhavsar_quotes



    #miraquill #wod #nehabhavsar_quotes #topography #writersnetwork

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    Slowly stepping towards top of mountain
    I can see mountain tops rest are covered with clouds
    Fresh atmosphere
    Cold breeze
    Freezing me
    Different sounds from nature
    Were surprise gifts for me
    A experience that each and every one should experience i wish...
    ©nehabhavsar_quotes

  • iraperiyavallur_indiravmd 23w

    Nostalgic Neonage

    The continuous honking of cars,
    The frequent rumbling of trains,
    The occasional sirens
    The flashing beacons
    In my memory
    They all remain.
    ©iraperiyavallur_indiravmd

  • soft_zephyr 23w

    SPRING IS HERE AGAIN WITH GIFTS PRECIOUS

    CARRYING THE BREATHE OF INEFFABLE YEARNING

    AND FLAUNTING DELIGHTFUL FRAGRANCES

    FILLED WITH LIFE’S JOYFUL ENTHUSIASM



    IT AMAZES ME HOW FAINT SMELL

    OF BROWN WRINKLED SEEDS

    KNOCKS AT THE ARRIVAL OF

    A SWEET BLOOMING SEASON



    FOR THE TIME SHADOWS ARE LOST

    OF THE CHILLED WINTRY NIGHTS

    SLOWLY GIVING WAYS OF REFLECTION

    TO THE FEEBLE SEASON OF SURVIVE



    ADORNMENT TO EARTH IT SHOWERS

    WITH GREEN EMERALD DIMENSIONS

    ENHANCING THE BOUNDLESS ELEMENTS

    OF THE VITAL CREATIVE ENDEAVOURS



    TELL THE BUTTERFLIES UNDER WILLOW TREES’

    FLOATING, BALANCING AND DANCING

    LIVE FULLY TO THEIR FEW DAY PARTIES

    AS SPRING COMES LATE AND PASSES QUICKLY………
    #wod #topography @miraquill @writersnetwork @writerstolli @poetrydelivery @poetrynowar

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    TELL THE BUTTERFLIES UNDER WILLOW TREES’

    FLOATING, BALANCING AND DANCING

    LIVE FULLY TO THEIR FEW DAY PARTIES

    AS SPRING COMES LATE AND PASSES QUICKLY………
    ©soft_zephyr

  • ersheeen 23w

    Topography

    My dreams were sky kissing mountains,
    where i was a loo..
    very rare over the years.
    My hobbies were rainbows,
    never ending circle of love.
    My eyes were deep pacific ocean,
    deepest and largest
    My friends were years old,
    oak tree......
    ©ersheeen

  • adorable_girl 23w

    Serenity Springs

    Morning blooms over the horizon,
    By seeing the dawn from window,
    Welcoming the sun shines to glad,
    And glitters my mein to make everyday freshly,
    The conifer breaths take me high,
    So, automatically I listened the birds songs,
    Inhaling air, downs my hallucination,
    So, I landed on landscape due to gravity,
    As my legs couldn't stop, so they stepped in submarine,
    The water floral roots jamming,
    Pearls gossiping about beauty,
    Am enjoying the scenario, feeling like a mermaid,
    Started swimming to reach my palace,
    Time passed, Said bye to sun,
    Sitting in moonlight, vibes springs serin,
    For all, my mind needs some rest,
    But my heart wants a venture.
    ©adorable_girl

  • thefakesheikh_ 23w

    Over the Hills

    The birds fly over,
    the vast expanse of the sky.
    Unreservedly,
    From one place to another.
    The river flows and gushes,
    Without any barriers
    From one bank to another.
    The wind blows and bellows,
    Unchallenged,
    In any and every direction.
    No passports, no visas, no customs.
    No demarcation of yours and mine.

    ©thefakesheikh_

  • poetrycity 23w

    Sun get drenched by the dry droplets of sabaism,
    cool and laughing,
    young, dazzling rays peeping through the soul of dawn
    healing flightless birds and crawling hearts.
    Winds(captivating) freezing my swallowed breathes,
    blowing and blinking,
    stealing a bit of me.

    ~The night I met you in my imaginary world.
    ©poetrycity

  • inkandfable670 23w

    Grave A Better Place To Live

    No sun of fakenes could pass
    through its divine darkness
    No sounds,no tumults neither
    wordly chaos
    Only serenity of singing crickets
    Soft,moist soil wouldn't bother
    when you lie down
    Can sleep there till the very last dawn
    O grave you are a better place to live
    Where I'll get punished only for
    those crime that I had commit:
    Unlike this earth.
    ©inkandfable670

  • _farhat_iqbal_ 23w

    The Pari Mahal or Palace of Fairies, located in Srinagar, Kashmir, was built as a library and residence for the Mughal prince Dara Shikoh in the mid-1600s.


    Written in 2008 when I was a child fantasizing nature and the places which amazed me.....



    Pari Mahal
    (The lost Fairy Land)


    Majestic mountains surrounding you
    From your eyes world seen through
    Every stone having a history
    Greeny pond with a mystery
    Muddy walls faint in colour
    Fringing Bush's making a blur

    Sullen flowers shrinked in spring
    For the lost fairy land always lamenting
    Grasses searching for friends there
    Chinars shedding leaves early with fear
    Iron gate looking as a magic wand
    Leading steps towards the lost fairy land

    Here comes a fairy tale untold
    Unseen- yet by me thought
    Inward eye of mine saw this pari Mahal with care
    So many fairies dancing there
    But through the Iron gate
    A pigeon's I saw a shade

    Locked in cages with fetters
    Something from throat it muttered
    saw it with a broken leg
    Its white woolen neck rounded by a peg
    Feeling pity on it
    Released pigeon in a bit

    Bandaged it outside the cage
    It vanished in a sudden rage
    Searching it here and there
    I saw it nowhere
    After sometime stones fell from walls
    Running quite I heard strange calls

    A fairy in front of me sat
    With the pigeon on its back
    For saving the pigeon gave me award
    And for searching the lost fairy land
    Chinars, Grasses, flowers,stones and all
    Gave whole Pari Mahal to me a reward.

    ©_farhat_iqbal_

    #topography @miraquill @writersnetwork

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    Pari Mahal
    (The lost Fairy Land)


    Majestic mountains surrounding you
    From your eyes world seen through
    Every stone having a history
    Greeny pond with a mystery
    Muddy walls faint in colour
    Fringing Bush's making a blur
    Sullen flowers shrinked in spring
    For the lost fairy land always lamenting
    Grasses searching for friends there
    Chinars shedding leaves early with fear
    Iron gate looking as a magic wand
    Leading steps towards the lost fairy land
    Here comes a fairy tale untold
    Unseen- yet by me thought
    Inward eye of mine saw this pari Mahal with care
    So many fairies dancing there
    But through the Iron gate
    A pigeon's I saw a shade
    Locked in cages with fetters
    Something from throat it muttered
    saw it with a broken leg
    Its white woolen neck rounded by a peg
    Feeling pity on it
    Released pigeon in a bit
    Bandaged it outside the cage
    It vanished in a sudden rage
    Searching it here and there
    I saw it nowhere
    After sometime stones fell from walls
    Running quite I heard strange calls
    A fairy in front of me sat
    With the pigeon on its back
    For saving the pigeon gave me award
    And for searching the lost fairy land
    Chinars, Grasses, flowers,stones and all
    Gave whole Pari Mahal to me a reward.
    ©_farhat_iqbal_

  • thorvi_mule 27w

    Sit by the seashore,
    on the shoreline,
    where the silent sun shines,
    and listen to the unnoticed stillness,
    till the still life shines by the moonlight!
    ©thorvi_mule