195 posts
  • ira_neer 4w

    Pumpkin puzzle

    Here comes the thirty first of October
    Day for saints and departed members
    When humble pumpkin takes on a face
    And Jack-o'-lantern, at homes is placed
    It's face may be made funny or scary
    A light inside, the pumpkin does carry
    Trick-or-treat, guising and souling
    Bonfires, pranks and celebrating
    All that's fine... festive wine and dine
    Will you answer a question of mine ?
    Why only the bulbous orange pumpkin
    Is the veggie, symbolic of Halloween ?
    Oh ! I do know this festive Halloween's
    history and many stories
    But, I don't know how poor pumpkins
    ended up with the ghoulies.

    Happy Halloween ��

    ©ira_neer 31/oct/2021


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    Pumpkin puzzle

    Poem in caption ©ira_neer 31/10/2021

  • jamesdavismcallister 5w


    I am fear I am demise
    I am her future how she will die
    I am lust she can't deny
    I am death personified

    Tell me what i'm breathing for
    Roses strewn across the floor 
    Mysterious men knocking at your door
    Stranger's pants on your bedroom floor
    Vicious vices of the whore

    She's tried a thousand times
    Can't get me off her mind
    What she'd do 
    Oh what she'd do 
    For one more line

    The Feeling,the Hallow 
    Hard to breathe
    dig deep,and swallow
    Anxiety always quick to follow
    By tomorrow evening
    We will sing the sorrow

  • goardhan_ 13w


    When i say

    "IT'S OKAY"

    means ;

    You own ma Respect

  • goardhan_ 13w


    No need to be panic : Everything comes with the exact time

  • dnswords 14w

    True love

    Galli galliyo se hafte hafte bhag kar paucha हूं....

    Sirf kisike अफवा फैलाने से की तुम आ गयी हो ❤️


  • k_charchit 19w

    बादल बनके जो तुम बरसे हम पर
    हम भी बिजली बन गिर सकते थे,
    पर मोहोब्बत थी क्या करते
    वरना हम भी गरज सकते थे।।


  • sheikh_huzaifa 20w

    Likh sakhay jo na hum kalam say
    Wo likh diya humnai aapnai dil say
    Likhtay jo thay kitaabu k panay mai
    Likhtay thay, Mitta tay thay
    Koyi dekh na lay daar tha
    Ab aaisay likhtay hai ki
    Humai khud na pata hota hum kya likhtay
    Dil say niklay huway alfaaz
    Aur haatu ki taaiz raftaar
    Kaam aaisay aati hai ki
    Hum haathu say nahi dil say likh padtay hai
    Na janay kahan say aatay hai
    Dil mai aaisay alfaaz
    Kuch ka toh matlab b humai maloom na hota
    Humaray haath likh rahay hotay hai
    Par aaisa lagta hai ki khud hi likha ja raha hai
    Bina sonchay samjay likh padtay hai kuch b
    Phir ghoor say paad k khamiyu ko theek kartay hai
    Aur ho jata hai kaam
    Likh sakhay jo na hum kalam say
    Wo likh diya humnai aapnai dil say
    Likhtay jo thay kitaabu k panay mai
    Likhtay thay, Mitta tay thay.....
    #cannot #write #those #things #with #pen #on #notebook #fear #afraid #now #I #wrote #here #without #any #fear #thanks #rap #words #from #heart #pod #wod #mirakee #share

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  • unknown_girl_1802 22w

    #wrote something after long

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    There are and will be better opportunities of what you are choosing.

    Choose your-self, your decision, be with your gut feeling every time. Take suggestions ofcourse but do what feels right to you.Do not let anyone overpower you.
    Take charges for your rights and wrongs because when at the end you will have to face your deeds, u want to be proud of those and not regret,for what u could had done but did not do because u relied on what others said you to do, stop the blame game.
    Depending on yourself is the game changer
    As it will be originally by you and not a mixture of what others think and a 'plus point' every body loves 'originality', you can be the one who changes the perspective of the people out there,
    And lastly because it will be you with yourself at the end. Make it worth it.-

  • mysery 23w

    Hellcat 6


    Chapter Two - Part One

    Wilder Sanchez

    Fucking Monday mornings.

    I hate them so much.

    Especially when trying to deal with depression and physical exhaustion. I am well aware that these are the side effects if my drug use but I cannot live without my six hours of happiness.

    I remember how it all began. I was hanging with my guy friends when one offered me a joint. It was pretty awful but after a while, I decided it wasn't so shirty. Within a week, I was ready to experiment with other hard drugs.

    The psychologists prescribed dekapote and xanax for my PDD and social anxiety. But my body is used to those so I added the molly and cheap beer.

    I know the drugs do shit to my body once the six hours of euphoria are over. It's almost scary how I lose control of my mind.

    But that's the feeling I want. That numbness, it's a moment where I get to take a step back and let someone else worry about the mess I am.

    I know one day I might go too far,  take a few too many pills than Im supposed to, drink a few too many beers. It's happened before. Lucas never found out about the stomach pump I had to get. He doesn't know I almost died a negligent suicide at sixteen. That thought me a lesson.

    But it wasn't enough to make me stop the drugs because truthfully I can't.

    My body feels heavy as I crawl off the floor where I fell asleep last night and make my way to the bathroom.

    The mirror above my sink is broken. I had slammed my fist into it during one of my withdrawal days.

    I like it this way. Because I don't have to remind of the mess I have become by staring at my reflection.

    I get dressed for school in ripped jeans and my customary black hoodie. The hoodie is the only thing I have that had belonged to my mother. When I wear it, it makes me feel like I'm close to her even though I can barely remember who she was.

    Thirty minutes of lazy walking later I have arrived in front of Westreet Prep, my current high school. My older brother Lucas went there and I'm pretty sure both my parents went there too. Westreet Prep is just another high school, with federal style brick buildings and a large courtyard in front.

    I used to ride a motorcycle to school. It was a Yamaha FZi. But after my arrest, many of my privileges were taken away from me.

    It's always different walking to school from the way it used to be when I had my bike. The longing is almost enough to turn to regret.

    Walking into the school, I head to the cafeteria. Repeatedly hitting the rundown snacks vending machine earns me a glare from the lunch ladies and honey nut granola bar which I rightfully paid for, thank you very much.

    I find a table in the corner and set up my stuff there. My history report was supposed to be on the American Civil War.

    After borrowing several books from the library and paying for old reports on similar topics from the school's black market, I have only now decided to begin my report, fifteen minutes before it's due.

    I interchange between nibbling on the end of my pencil and munching my breakfast bar while composing my essay. It's concise, with a little less than four hundred words.

    The teacher is an impatient oaf called Mr Beier so I think he will appreciate my concise and accurate essay, not at all like the verbose theses my classmates will no doubt submit.

    An alarm on my phone alerts me that it is time for class to begin so I pack up my stuff, through my trash in the bin by the exit doors and head to Mr Beier's World History class. I take my sweet time doing all this, I couldn't give a flying fuck if I was late.

    Why am I taking a history class? I have asked myself the exact same question over a dozen times. I am not sure who I want to be in the future but I am pretty sure it's not a history buff.

    The tardy bell goes off the same time I walk into the class.

  • mysery 23w

    Hellcat 5


    Chapter One - Part 5

    Abraham Bennett

    I have never met a girl like Eli. 

    She's not beautiful, not in the aristocratic blonde hair, blue eyes way. 

    No, she's interesting. That's the most fitting word to describe her. 

    She has long red hair and the deepest brown eyes I've ever seen. She never smiled during our interaction, and I can tell it's nothing personal. She does not strike me as the happy obedient kind. 

    There's something wild about her. 

    Wild Wilder, it's actually funny when I think about it. I think I've been thinking about it too much. That's why I have to ask my father to repeat his statement. 

    He does, unhappily. "I asked how was your day, Abraham."

    My father is the only person in the world who can get away with addressing me by my full name.

    "It was fine, " I play with my food. My mother is a good chef and I don't want to offend her but the truth is that I am not really hungry. 

    "You gonna eat that?" Josh asks, pointing a silver fork at an untouched piece of shallow fried chicken on my plate. Josh is my little brother. He's younger only by a few months.

    We are both seniors at Westreet Prep. I have an older sister and an older brother as well. Tim is married and Esther is going through medical school. 

    "Nope," I slide the plate over to him. 

    He cheers. 

    Dad frowns discouraging at me. "Eat your own food, boy." 

    If I got a penny for every time my dad addresses us as 'boy', not 'son' I'd be a millionaire. 

    Josh pouts, returning my plate to me.

    I sigh. There's no escaping my father. 

    "How was the community garden, honey?" Mom asks, smiling brightly. 

    "Considering the fact that I was ordered to work there I'll say it wasn't too bad." It's hard to keep the bitterness out of my voice.

    My father glares at me. "Do not speak to your mother like that."

    "It's fine, Henry." Mom sighs, raising a hand to silence him. 

    The way my mother always defends me against my father makes me feel guilty. That is why I answer her question. "We were made to work in pairs."

    "Who was your partner?" Josh asks through a mouthful of chicken. 

    "Chew your food, boy," dad instructs. 

    Josh rolls his eyes. My father's eyes narrow. I avert the near clash with an answer to his question. 

    "This girl called Wilder Sanchez."

    "Red hair, blue hoodie?" Josh asks. 

    How does one accurately one's outfit just from their name?

    "Yes," my voice mirrors the surprise I feel. How does Josh know Eli? 

    "She's in my art class." Is he a mind reader now?

    "That's nice," mom adds, her kind features smiling at me.

    "I don't think now is the time to be thinking about girls, " dad cuts in. "You should be focusing on your education. On your future. You'll need a clean mind and heart to join the Navy."

    "I already told you, dad. I'm not joining the army." My voice is tired. 

    My father was an army chaplain. He seems to think joining the Army is the only way I will learn how to truly become a man. He was disappointed when neither Tim nor Esther enlisted.

     He has set his hopes on my following in his footsteps. He does not say it directly but I'm pretty sure he will disown me when he finally realises I will not be joining the army. 

    Dad's eyebrows furrowed in determination. "You'll change your mind."

    "No, I won't."

    "The army is what shaped me into the man I am today. And it is what is going to shape you into the great man I know you are going to be-"

    "I going to my room, " I sigh, pushing my chair backwards and standing up. 

    "Don't you dare walk out that door Abraham. I am not finished talking to you."

    "But I'm done listening, " with that final statement dropped, I walked out of the dining roof and climbed up the stairs to my room. 

    My father has always been strict. But I know he loves me. I just don't get why he can't accept that I'm not joining the army. 

    I'm still seething when there's a knock at the door. 

    "Go away, " I mumble.

    "Open the damn door, Abe. I'm not your mommy."

    "What do you want Josh?" I ask while standing up and walking towards the door. 

    It swings open in my face, nearly hitting my nose. 

    Josh walks in. "You forgot your dessert."

    "Did mom send you here to talk to me?"

    "No one sent me, Abe. You know how dad behaves pisses me off too. The difference, is I don't go tagging with my friends because he upsets me."

    "Was that supposed to make me feel better?" I ask, going to sit next to Josh on the couch. He offers me the plate if brownies, I try one.

    "No, it wasn't." I'm not sure whether to appreciate his honesty. "What's up with you and Eli?" He asks. 

    The question surprises me. "Bro, we just met."

    "I know. I mean, what do you think of her?"

    "I think she's lonely."

    "Aren't we all?"

    "Come on, Josh. Let's play." I get up from the couch and move to the television set. After a minute of reconnecting wires and adjusting the settings, I grab my gamepad and go and sit next to Josh on the couch. 

    "What are we playing?" He asks through a mouthful of brownies. 

    I wrinkle my nose, chuckling nonetheless. "Chew your food, man."

    The TV screen lights up with the logo for Sony, then Nintendo. Playing Mario Kart with my little brother Josh is easily the best kind of therapy for me. Especially since I'm undefeated. Josh says it is because we always use my game console but I believe its because I truly am an expert. 

    "Three, " Josh starts the count down to match the numbers on the screen. 

    "Two." We exchange a look. My heart rate has spiked. I can already feel the adrenalin from the race. 

    We chorus the final number. "One."

    Let the games begin.

  • mysery 23w

    Hellcat 4

    Chapter One - Part IV

    Two hours later, the man dismisses us. I have finished three of my two hundred hours of community service. 

    I slip on my hoodie even though it's the middle of the day and stuff my earbuds into my ears. The loud music ricochets within my ear canals and creates an ache in my head I have grown to live with. I'm listening to Coldplay as I walk to my home. 

    A quick stop at MacDonald's for a sack of greasy food and a pack of beer, then I begin the journey home. 

    One year ago, I lived with my older brother Lucas. I was raised by Lucas when my father went to prison for killing my mom. Lucas witnessed the murder, he was nineteen at the time. I was only two years old, so I don't remember much of it. Dad went to prison and Lucas adopted me. He raised me like a father. I've visited my biological father once while he has been in prison. That was on my sixteenth birthday. It's one of the memories I'll rather forget. 

    If Lucas is such a great older brother, why am I now living alone? The answer is simple. Two years ago, he started dating this leech called Vanessa or Vincentia or something along those lines. I thought their relationship was not serious. I hoped it was not serious. 

    But then Lucas started blowing me off to hang out with her. When she got pregnant and he proposed to her I knew that was the end of my relationship with my older brother. I packed up my stuff and left. For the first two days, I slept on the street. One day Lucas intercepted me and gave me an offer.

    That was when I started living at my current place. Lucas pays all the bills and gives me monthly allowances. In exchange, I go to school and try my best to keep my grades above average. 

    But after I got arrested, Lucas found out I've been using drugs and he reduced my allowance so I can only afford what I need. It's become much harder for me to pay my dealer, who also happens to be a former high school classmate of mine. 

    Jake dropped out in freshman year. We met at a bar and he introduced me to the world of dope. I've taken LSD, meth, Mary Jane and dope. But the substance I am truly hooked to is Ecstasy. 

    I call Jake and we meet in the back alley of my dilapidated apartment building. In the safety of my apartment, I swallow four pills and wash it down with booze. 

    I finish off my cheeseburger and take two more pills of Xanax with some more cheap beer. The combination of booze and pills leaves me lightheaded and blissful. 

    Despite what most people think about drug addicts, I actually know what the pills are doing to me. The Xanax is a prescription drug for my panic attacks. It helps calm me down. I started taking the ecstasy to go with when I realised I was becoming immune to the anxiety pills.

     The MDMA increases levels of serotonin and dopamine. It alters my mood and makes me feel... What's the word? Joyous. I feel alive after taking my daily pills. It certainly helps me to focus on my sculpting which I do in the living room.

    My apartment building is simple enough. There is a bedroom, bathroom, living room and kitchen. I have a bed, wardrobe and desk in my bedroom. The living room is decorated with my sculpture equipment and a set of plastic folding table and chairs. There's a fridge and a stove in the kitchen. But I don't cook and my fridge is almost always empty. 

    The faucet doesn't drip, the painting isn't chipped inside and the door has a lock. Not a bad place for an unemployed seventeen-year-old.

    With a bottle in hand, I go to my room. There are homework books scattered on my bed, I contemplate finishing the history project I have due tomorrow. The thought makes me laugh out loud. I finish the bottle an light a joint, grabbing a hoodie and stepping out of the building. At first, I never locked my door. I didn't think there was anything worth stealing inside. 

    Until someone stole my sofa while I was at school. I didn't get a new one, but I had learned my lesson.

    The roof of the building provides excellent views of the starless sky overhead and the slum I live in beneath. New Jersey is a beautiful city, but the southeast is crap. A rat scurries past me, and I laugh as I watch it hide under a pizza box. 

    "This is my life!!" I scream into the darkness of the night. This is who I am. This is who I have become. I'm not sure whether I like it. 

    In spite of the hoodie, the weather feels too chilly, and I decide to retire for the night. I'm pretty sure I turned off the music but there's a loud thumping in my eardrums as I begin to stagger back into the building. I don't know how I make it to my apartment in one piece. 

    Stumbling over clothes and school books lazily strewn over the surface of my bedroom, I topple on the bed in a heap of tired bones.

    The last thought that crosses my mind as my head hits the pillow and I drift into the sweet nothing of unconsciousness could have a jarring effect on my mind if I were sober.  

    Is this who I want to be?

  • shayarhoon 23w

    " बेवफाई बेहतर हैं "

    " ज़िंदगी की बेरहम यादों से "


  • kjumai 41w

    Thank you so much @writersnetwork for the like����

    'Take me beyond mights of men.
    Those unruly behaviours of the so called powerful humankind.
    Put me in place amongst wealth never have the eyes seen.
    And also humble me in the midst of the poorest ones.
    What is that my loyal advisor?
    What will make me strong and yet weak?
    What would symbolize that I am for and of the people of all kinds?
    What will represent my might and power and yet bring me to the grass roots?'
    'It is hirple and curple '
    'What?' the king looking with a cryptic aphasia.
    'Purple. That is what lie between royalty and poverty. Hirple, a midword of walking and crawling.
    And Curple, a hindquarter of a horse but I would describe it as exposed shame. What a best form to describe humility!'

    Image credit to rightful owner����

    #kjumai #myqoute #2020 #2021 #amethyst #purple #obsolete #wod #king #mirakee @mirakee #writersnetwork @writersnetwork #hirple #curple #midword #wrote #writersofig #wordporn #mirakeans #poetry #poery #writings #writingcommunitu #writersclub #penned

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  • jadeivy 44w

    Stand Firm. Be Tall.

    The tree so beautiful and elegant.
    Standing firm and strong.
    No matter how the wind pushes,
    How cold and direct the wind presses up against the tree,
    The tree will be firm.

    Storms will wash through,
    Battering and weakening the tree,
    But it will not fall.

    Thunder will clap by its ears,
    Lightening will flash dangerously close.
    The branches and limbs may bend or snap, but its core, its body stands tall.

    The roots of the tree go deep.
    They dive down into the Earth,
    Twisting and turning all around.
    The roots spreading through the ground like fires of a forest.

    Roots that hold on tight when the wind comes around.
    Roots that will not let the tree fall down.
    The tree is nothing without the roots,
    The tree could not stand without the roots.

    Fruit of the tree would not grow without roots of the ground.

  • redserendipity11 51w

    Fountains are dry

    Fountains are dry, no water to drip
    How long will it takes for me to blink
    Before i'll realize, this what my life is
    Alone in the dark waiting for someone to love me
    It's been along time since I was free
    Freedom is great,
    But i wanna be a prisoner of your love
    Please send one from up above
    I will wait for you to touch my heart.

    -R.E.D. ⭐

  • pal_lavi 59w


    Ofcourse he was infectious,
    Ain't all bad things are?

  • theghostwriter__ 62w

    And darling you were that POEM
    I wrote and the world recited.


  • _soul_talk_ 65w


    I was watching her with guilt turning into tears in my eyes, I saw that. I saw that she was sad, holding back the tears forming in her throat. I wondered who could hurt her more than I did? Who could ever be stupid as I am?
    "Hey man? Do u mind if I sit?" A guy asked me. I don't know him and I didn't want to be rude.
    "Yeah sure". I replied. He sat beside me and asked. " So I see you are checking that pretty girl out there. Who is she?".

    Really? This stranger wants me to open up about the dumbest thing I ever did? I thought. But what came in my mouth was

    "she was mine once, she was crazy about me and she would have died for me. You know what? That's when you think you don't give a shit to what you mean to a girl. I cheated on her, she forgave me. I called her slut when I was angry, I ignored her when she needed me the most, I didn't care for her. Maybe I did, but not enough to make her think she was important. The truth is she wasn't, or I didn't realise she was until she left. I hurt her, I broke her, I humiliated her, but she never stopped loving me."

    A fresh drop of tear fell down my cheek. But I continued

    "she took care of me, and I couldn't give her anything back. Not even the love she deserved. I was so fucking dumb to let her go. I was an asshole to let her cry, I was mean and self-centred. And all I have now is regret and guilt. I wish I could go there and wipe off her tears. Hold her. Say sorry. I know it's not enough, but I wanna hug her and keep her close. Close enough for her to hear my heart beating for her, so that I could, once in my life make her feel safe, let her know that am here. For her. And I would never let her go".

    A sob escaped my mouth, my jaw clenched, balled my fists so that I have control over my emotions. The guy beside me was silent. I spoke again

    " I don't know why she's crying now. All I know is, she doesn't deserve to cry, not again. She deserves to be happy. And anyone who makes her cry and let her go will be so stupid and they will end up like me. Sitting over here, with regrets."

    I closed my eyes as tears dropped down.
    "Who are you? Why are you asking me about her?" I asked trembling from the confession I just made to a total stranger.
    He said, "I am her boyfriend." He chuckled and turned his face away from mine not to have eye contact. I knew for some reason he was sad. " thank you, for letting her go". He said and left.

  • triptighosh 66w

    Ajo keo bojhena ma tomay chara!
    Ajo keo mukh tule chaynei,
    Ajo keo amr likha kobita ta porenei ma,
    Ajo keo amr gan ta shonenei ma,

    Ajo keo bojhena ma tomay chara!
    Ajo keo rag korenei,
    Ajo keo agle dhore amr koshto ta nijer kache neini ma,
    Ajo keo joriye dhore mam deinei ma,

    Ajo keo bojhena ma tomay chara!
    Ajo keo chul ta bedhe deini,
    Ajo keo sharir kuchi ta dhore deini ma,
    Ajo keo berhowar shomoy "dugga dugga" bolenei ma,

  • bipasha_9163 72w

    jindagee ka matalab hamane kuch is kadar jaana hai,

    Iss jindagee ka matalab hamane kuch is kadar jaana

    ab to hamen dard mein bhee maja aane laga hai,,,,,,,,