Miraquill
Book as my Amour
You always Warm the Cockles of my Heart.
When I hold you I feel
the toughness and warmth,
When I run through you
you create a deep sense in me,
and make me feel alive.
You always introduce me to Heartthrob characters,
The stories you tell me,
always give me mixed emotions.
your vintage scent always made me breathe hard,
I love holding you everywhere
as you become a part of my life!!
You always remain my first amour
And that's you !!!
©luvara
#vintage
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steffy2110
20w
Read More@miraquill @writersnetwork
#love #albummemories #soulmate #blackandwhitephotos #retro #vintage #nostalgia
There is an unexplainable beauty about black - n - white imagery
Even in devoid of colors, it enchants you with that depth of untold mystery
An urge to unravel the pieces
An undying need to unwrap that present
I don't know what it is
I love just how it draws me
Like a force that captivates my soul
Like its calling me by my name
To pause and gaze with affection and have deep conversations
the conversations that were never shared before
Like having that itch to reveal all my dark secrets
Only in the hopes of You and I become each other's 'Secret Diary'
- SteffyOld Soul
There is an unexplainable beauty about black - n - white imagery
Even in devoid of colors, it enchants you with that depth of untold mystery
An urge to unravel the pieces
An undying need to unwrap that present
I don't know what it is
I love just how it draws me
Like a force that captivates my soul
Like its calling me by my name
To pause and gaze with affection and have deep conversations
the conversations that were never shared before
Like having that itch to reveal all my dark secrets
Only in the hopes of You and I become each other's 'Secret Diary'
- Steffy
(03.02.2022 11:35pm)
©steffy2110Photo By Conrad Ziebland on Unsplash8 0
On a night of vintage summer
Sometime down the lane
when i was roaming like a rambler
Never did i assume I'll go through a bummer
Teared myself down and lied as i crumpled
My eyes went moist with tears, my face puckered
Little can i explain anyone, how badly i suffered
I'll tell you all about it , maybe some other time
On a night of vintage summer
©shrestha_sPhoto By Ricardo Gomez Angel on Unsplash8 0
spontaneous_flow_of_emotion
27w
Read MoreI blink back dusty tears
Muffled in bubble wrap.
There are cobwebs
In the knots of my hair,
Grime under my nails,
Soot on my eyelashes,
A sigh on my lips.
The crunched up portraits
Littering your grandma's attic
Evoking moth eaten memories
Of our shared agony.
I am your discarded muse
Amongst dolls and lace,
Camera films and cassette recorders.
#poems #poet #unrequitedlove #love #life #musings #thoughts #qotd #muse #inspire #dusty_tears #bubblewrap #cobwebs #knots #soot #sigh #desperation #lips #eyes #portraits #litter #grandma #memories #agony #pain #loneliness #dolls #lace #vintage #camerafilms #casetterecorders @spontaneous_flow_of_emotions @writersnetwork #miraquillDiscarded Muse
©spontaneous_flow_of_emotion19 0 2
Deaf Eyes
Alot of mails had come in,
Reading through the words,
All they said were beautiful,
No more did I understand,
With a leg and half broken,
Looking up to you,
Caring words oozed,
Yet never lending a hand,
I am clothed in dye,
A dye of two coat,
One of your sweet words,
Other of your actions,
Deaf were my eyes,
Your words were empathic,
Your actions, apathic,
Two things broke:
dawn and my Heart.
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monali03
48w
Read MoreI lay down,
Senseless.
With my conscious mind
Searching relentlessly
For all
Lost atomic habits.
A place where
We are covered
In shades of tangerine,
Not knowing
Each other's dreamy greys.
Devouring the scents
That come from
The room of purple mist;
-I make my mistakes blush blue.
@mirakeeworld
@writerstolli
@writersnetwork
@miraquill
#habits #happy #love #dream #aroma #aesthetic #like #repost #purple #pastel #vintage #retro #soul #blue #eye #miraquill #mirakee #writersnetwork #free #tangerine #lost #cosmosHabits
I lay down,
Senseless.
With my conscious mind
Searching relentlessly
For all
Lost atomic habits.
-Monali
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Not all poems are written to be read.
Some are meant to wither like the dust of an aimless sky.
Like the flower that's been tattooed in between books to be long forgotten.
Some poems are meant to feel and hold those heavy clouds which never pour.
They are like big hollow trees,
soothing souls of their creators.
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The Corner Seat
I stutter my way through the bustle,
as I make way to my corner seat.
They say its long journey,
And I'm all set to make it through.
Wrapping around me,
The shawl that keeps me going,
I pull the trick out of my bag,
Which never lets life get boring.
A book
Me and this corner seat,
Prerequisites for peace, joy and symphony.
I hear the engine start,
The signal given,
The crowd stands apart,
As I dive,
Deep,
Into this endless fantasy.
©loki_roy11 3 2
the_world_is_unknown
53w
Read MoreRetro dust over the attic
Makes the alveolies to bloom,
With the essence of sonnets
That still sing love stories.
Casettes of memories
Fold the reels of purity,
Preventing the imprints
Of dreamy love to fade.
Vintage diaries are
Cascades of childhood,
With the wrinkled pages
Of black and white world.
Radios of 90s
Work with hope,
That is hidden behind
The melodies of anaphoras.
Dusted earings make
Gray voids of emptiness,
Which craves for some
Words of poem.
Long lost childhood smiles,
From the colours of polaroids.
That is now a dream for an artist
To paint, with so many colours.
The darkest of corners
Feel home to the dust of crimson heart,
That was once wandering in the attic
With the aroma of memories.
There lies a rose of poem,
At the bottom of attic.
Making the aura pure
With the metaphors of childhood. Read
/Civilizations pass discovering colours to cover reality, but still the darkest corners of attic have the most colourful pastels of the world covered with the sheets of guiltless childhood/
©the_world_is_unknown
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#attic #wod #vintage #pod #mirakee #ceesreposts #writersnetwork #temp
@writersnetwork thank you for ❤️
@miraquill not habituated for this
@daffodilpearlzz @heartsease @squared will read you all soon...
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blossomwrites
56w
The art of poetry is like blooming daisies
It makes my olfactory senses activated in a rapid instance !23 3 3
- tnr1046 In the garden the smell has ways that leads others persona to having what led them in-tu-wish-in!!!
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unblossomedyet
57w
Read More#writersnetwork #poem #allaboutexpression #allforlove #childhoodmemories @mirakeeapp @mirakee
#happiness #ODE #growingup #kolkata #vintage #venetianblinds #wod #spectacle
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Adieu.... Venetian Blinds!!
How can I forget you ? My Louvre window!!!
When describing my vintage house,
For the high ceilings ,and the distinctive aesthetics
The Venetian blinds controlled the sun in through it,
Posing as curtains, louvers made peeping simple by the house full of energetics.
The blinders of the house have lots to unfold,
They held hidden stories,for generations untold.
The Jalousies as named, offered enough room for histories to create,
The window became the signature, remembering the glories to relate.
Months rolled into decades that changed to century
My window stood tall and elegant
Witnessing many members come and go,
Capturing moments and making them a memory.
Today there’s nothing open about you my window.
You've shut yourself in and out.
Holding the legacy of the vintage house,
You still smile quietly without a doubt.
Battered by the strong winds and chills of the air,
Fighting the perilous rain and the sun with all its glare,
A day will come when I will never see you anymore.
But you will hold a special place in my heart.
And I will always mention you in my sweet folklore.
©unblossomedyetHow can I forget you.....My Louvre Window???
A once upon a time spectacle ornate in vintage mansions.....11 2 1
unblossomedyet
57w
Adieu... Venetian Blinds!
How can I forget you ? My Louvre window!!!
When describing my vintage house,
For the high ceilings ,and the distinctive aesthetics
The Venetian blinds controlled the sun in through it,
Posing as curtains, louvers made peeping simple by the house full of energetics.
The blinders of the house have lots to unfold,
They held hidden stories,for generations untold.
The Jalousies as named, offered enough room for histories to create,
The window became the signature, remembering the glories to relate.
Months rolled into decades that changed to century
My window stood tall and elegant
Witnessing many members come and go,
Capturing moments and making them a memory.
Today there’s nothing open about you my window.
You've shut yourself in and out.
Holding the legacy of the vintage house,
You still smile quietly without a doubt.
Battered by the strong winds and chills of the air,
Fighting the perilous rain and the sun with all its glare,
A day will come when I will never see you anymore.
But you will hold a special place in my heart.
And I will always mention you in my sweet folklore.
©unblossomedyet14 8 1
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monali03
58w
Read MoreTainted.
The poetry,
Bearing the face of autumn,
Whispered,
How I disappoint myself,
Dressing my heartbeat
With an adorable blue.
Bits of glass,
And bits of sunshine
Cut maps on my moonlit planet.
The wardrobe stands
Still on May.
Edging towards a tomorrow,
Poignant déjà vu.
-Monali
Wooden spoons,
Vintage jewelry,
Memories for sure.
@writersnetwork @mirakee @mirakeeworld @writerstolli @writersbay
#wod
#wardrobe
#writersnetwork
#mirakee
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#vintage #aesthetics #aroma #love #soothe #poetry #poem #writers #day #tomorrow #present #dejavu #moon #autumn #wardrobe #challenge #wod #podWardrobe
Tainted.
The poetry,
Bearing the face of autumn,
Whispered,
How I disappoint myself,
Dressing my heartbeat
With an adorable blue.
Bits of glass,
And bits of sunshine-
Cut maps on my moonlit planet.
The wardrobe stands
Still on May.
Edging towards a tomorrow,
Poignant déjà vu.
-Monali
©monali0328 7 6
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heyoka_warrior
59w
Read More#writersnetwork #mirakee #readwriteunite #harvest #seed #darkness #abyss #leaves #flowers #sun #tree #roots #vintage #green #ashes #beauty #light #healed #revived #awakening #expanding #ascending #vines #heights #wings #free #chains #bondage #comatosed #state #true #destiny #forgotten #witchcraft #black #veils #sin #curse #door #opened #rainbow #smiling #flying #soul #God #face #forever #blazing #fires #hell #spirit #rhythm #heart #song #notes #music #dancing #air #sight #Savior #lover #fruits #ripe #linen #smooth #white #wait #time #little #feast #bountiful #reap #angels #babes #home #Abba #sound #alarm #trumpets #revival #whole #house #ready
The Harvest
A seed sown in darkness of the abyss
Grew, sprouted its leaves and blossomed;
Flowers facing the sun—
Who would've thought I'd turn into a tree?
Roots deeply buried, I'm a vintage green;
From ashes to beauty,
From darkness to light;
I am healed, I am revived!
Awakening, expanding, ascending...
My vines are reaching the heights;
Wings breaking free from chains of bondage,
Waking up from a comatosed state;
My true destiny forgotten in witchcraft,
Covered in the black veils of sin and curse;
Door opened, light has broken in;
Rainbow smiling upon me.
I am flying, flying away!
My soul sees God's face one more time
And I shall see forever and ever;
Survived the blazing fires of hell,
My spirit's rising to the rhythm of my heart's song;
The notes of music are dancing in the air
At the sight of my Savior lover.
The fruits are ripe, the linen smooth and white;
Lie in wait and look up, time is little;
The feast is bountiful, reap the harvest,
O angels of God, strong and mighty;
Sound the alarm, blow the trumpets!
Your babes are coming home, Abba,
Your babes are coming home;
Revival to your whole house;
The harvest is here,
The harvest is ready!
©heyoka_warrior11 0 1
sejal__dutta
64w
❄
She is a sunflower soul
And,
Every night she dream off his sunlight.
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monali03
68w
Read MoreThey say,
The world didn't
Burn yet.
It just went stale.
When you drew me
In your notebook,
I said,
I'd sing to you,
Underwater.
The colour from your wing,
Stained my fingers,
The grass cut my hand.
When did I bleed blue?
When did my sky wake up?
So long,
So late.
I still don't see any more of me.
I still don't see your face.
I can't believe,
How petty life has been with me.
Just like your blue bird,
I call my music,
Eternal.
I watch my music grow,
And I watch it again.
As you bury me in your beliefs.
I don't feel easy.
@writersnetwork @mirakeeworld @mirakee
#mirakee #me #world #music #fly #face #notanymore #love #life #exist #believe #vintage #lookingback #loseI picked it up.
.
When you drew me
In your notebook,
I said,
I'd sing to you,
Underwater.
-Monali
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fromwitchpen
I'm such simplicity you poured out such empyreal words
Excellent - monali03 @fromwitchpen you're a beautiful soul. Thank you so much for you kind words. ♥
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- monali03 @alizawade thank you so much!! ♥♥
" I know they both are "
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tinkekasahara
75w
The Typewriter
a-s-d-f; l-k-j-h" and the thumbs forever resting on the space bar.
The clank of keys went from solo to symphony.
©imeandmyself10 0
VINTAGE
VINTAGE
ON CHRISTMAS DAY, WHEN FIRES WERE LIT
WHEN THE BRUNCH WAS DONE
WE SAT DOWN ON THE FLOOR AND SPREAD OUR TOYS,
PLAYED THERE FOR LONG UNDER THE SUN.
THE LOVELY SMELL OF CHRISTMAS TREE,
UNDER WHERE I SAT
AND THE TEACHER WATCHED HER CHILDREN,
BUT THEY ALL WERE PAINTED ON WOOD.
BUT THEN THE JINGLE OF THE BELLS WERE HEARD
AND THERE WAS NOBODY KNOWN AS A NERD
AND IT WAS ALL BEAUTIFUL DAY
AND EVERYONE CAN PLAY.
~AGAM
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