#yuri_n_poems

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  • sayuriii 29w

    Long time no see!��


    Set A- Wild nights- Wild nights!
    Set B- Bright.
    #combination
    #yuri_n_poems

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    Of wild nights

    Burgundy hair, with chamomile wisps,
    raspberry magic on her plastic lips.
    Oh! The sun shines through her eyes,
    moon the other side, of her demure disguise.

    Sleep, a demon of paranoia,
    wraps him up in claustrophobia.
    Oh! She'll embrace him tight,
    ecstasy, her utmost might.

    Hush, hush, let the night rush,
    out into willows, telling stories of us.
    Love stories, wrapped in insomnia,
    jingle sounds of euphoria.

    3 a.m, melodies drift away,
    in wild nights- wild nights! they stay.
    Mistletoes bloom, in her womb's embrace,
    as a bright morning flaunts her grace.
    ©sayuriii_

  • sayuriii 32w

    #yuri_n_poems
    #attic

    �� �� ��

    ��︎intage love, creaking cassettes,
    Beaches and hammocks,
    polaroids and blurred kisses.
    Smitten high schoolers,
    soft spoken girlfriends,
    adamant boyfriends.
    Evening affection,
    sunsets hold fond memories,
    innocent romance,
    vile consequences,
    lavender perfume,
    stars on her hair,
    her scent he carried,
    on his collar.

    ��︎istory books, withered roses,
    red wine stains,
    fallen friendships.
    Georges and Harrys,
    buddies no more,
    Sarahs and Emilys,
    sisters no more.
    Coruscating lights,
    drunk behind boulevards,
    dancing to 'another night',
    hangovers linger near,
    wrinkled teenage memories.
    Roses bleed beautiful,
    red wine tragedies.

    ��︎candalous outfits, bleached denims,
    pretty prints on her collarbones,
    drunk eyes prey on them.
    3000 I love yous,
    wrapped in daisy handkerchiefs,
    hands entwined,
    in budding ecstasy.
    Honey baked skin,
    sins behind solitude,
    tempest love,
    hurricanes inside brains.
    Vcr movies,
    'put your head on my shoulder',
    lies lost in euphoria.
    Crescent moon night,
    city bright alight,
    love, at first sight.

    //Centuries of love,
    play like music,
    from a scratchy record,
    stored since eons,
    inside that vhs
    in the attic.//
    ©sayuriii_

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    "Saudade é o amor que fica
    de quem não pode ficar."
    ~anonymous

  • sayuriii 32w

    Pride and prejudice

    Streetlights dimmed,
    cafes shut down before eve,
    cars slowed down on pavements,
    busy town went to sleep.

    Another new day,
    fleeting like the morning sunrays,
    cobwebs of anxiety on fake grass lawns,
    T.V sounds seem louder
    than heartbeats.

    Posters on walls,
    teared up in the trash,
    cobblers mending a
    billionaire's sole,
    skylines melting into,
    an ocean of prejudice.

    Suspicion lingering,
    as she walks alone,
    from an office of partriarchy,
    into a hungry mens' town,
    with a strand of loose hair,
    inviting fake consent.

    Bus rides are chaotic,
    a 90 year old stands up,
    as children with airpods,
    acquire seats on either side.
    Sighs escape from nowhere,
    welcoming grave eye rolls.

    Pondering over untaught education,
    a child clings to his daddy's legs,
    Oh! Poor kid gets suffocated,
    with lies at home and cries at school.
    Who'll tell him,
    It's a dark world full of secrets?
    ©sayuriii_
    #yuri_n_poems
    #rings_of_saturn
    #repost

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    This world doesn't make sense so why should I paint pictures that do?
    ~ Picasso

  • sayuriii 33w

    #smk_avaap_ch (prompt no. ~ 6)
    #list ?¿
    #yuri_n_poems
    I wish I could write better :*
    Thank you for EC
    And WN repost ��
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    Of chasms that welcomed feelings~

    Today,
    I have packed
    a couple of happy pies
    and a few blue scarfs,
    in my cardiac basket,
    that seems too overwhelmed
    at times.
    The sky has bursted,
    into galaxies anew,
    and I've sat brooding,
    for eons now.
    I've been hunting beneath oceans,
    for the one lost token,
    to fill my void of feelings,
    and free the prisoners of bleak hope.
    You ask me,
    where do I scatter these away?
    Oh there's a distant,
    distant world out there,
    full of glinting chasms,
    and invisible stars.
    I've packed my eyes,
    with rainbow streaks,
    and I've tied the keys,
    of optimism to my hair,
    as I often lose them,
    into oblivion.
    I wish to gift,
    these sacred alms,
    to the ones devoid,
    of sunshine dreams.
    And then when you see,
    the horizon dressed in sangrine hues,
    you'll know the voids,
    have been replaced for feelings.
    But there's still a single page,
    empty and drained,
    waiting to be filled,
    with that one rare emotion,
    even the heavens couldn't name.
    //And then,
    the stars were witness,
    of how infant feelings,
    were etched into the hearts,
    of the ones on the other
    side of the horizon..//
    ©sayuriii_

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  • sayuriii 34w

    #cees_bts_chall
    @luvnotes_challenge_host Thank you so much ma'am for this wonderful opportunity, your challenges are an inspiration ����

    And Oh my gosh y'all armys are too sweet ������
    Thank you so much for the beautiful comments, you guys are lovely people, love y'all, borahae!!����
    #yuri_n_poems
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    Song ~ "������������������" by ��︎��︎��︎


    //Don't let go off my hand, like yesterday.//
    The sky is a scrapbook of broken constellations,
    each searching for another lost star,
    tis' a dark, dark night
    full of ugly blues,
    will you take my hand
    and guide?
    I've been to the mere,
    edges of hell
    and I wish to visit
    the heaven gates,
    but oh! this darkness,
    this utter gloom
    has made my path forbidden.

    //I feel you're a heartbeat away//
    Do you listen,
    to the melody in your ears,
    that plays like a refrain,
    in sync with my heartbeat?
    Whenever I look,
    at the mirror in front of me,
    I find your eyes,
    gazing back at me.
    I believe one day,
    we'll meet under the stars,
    and join our verses,
    of this incomplete song.

    //Now I need no space, I got Youniverse.//
    And now,
    the light has travelled
    to my heart's core,
    and my soul has breathed,
    with the same rhythm as yours.
    Love, has bloomed,
    betwixt our galaxies,
    there's no more,
    no more of fantasies.
    And now that destinies,
    have smiled upon us,
    the sky shall protect,
    our entwined stars.
    ©sayuriii_

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    The "//" lines are taken from the song.
    Not sure if this qualifies as an interpretation ^^"
    Also, I'm extremely sorry for exceeding the line limit.

    This is one song that I've listened to on repeat during long nights when studies exhausted me and also on lazy weekends. It sounds like the echo of the universe. There is a specific reason why I chose this song for the challenge, it is that I want people to believe in good happenings. In these times of despair and darkness we all need some light in our lives and BTS has undoubtedly given that. "Heartbeat" was originally the OST for the "BTS World" game but it has a special place in the hearts of armys. The underlying meaning of this song is how all the 7 members have been entwined by destiny and how they're always meant to be together. I know many people don't believe in destiny or luck, but we all need to believe that there's at least one star in this large universe that follows us and only us, and it lights up our dark days. Struggle and hardwork go hand in hand with success but if you don't believe, you cannot achieve. So, this song gives me hope and makes me believe in the universe and it inspires me to be optimistic even in the darkest times :)

    And about loving BTS, even if they would've never shown their faces or never really went in front of the camera, I would've still fallen in love with them, their voices, their music and their souls a million times. Thank you BTS, you make me a better person ��

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  • sayuriii 34w

    #writers
    #wod
    #yuri_n_poems
    We can all still do great things :)
    @squared thanks for the bg ❤️
    @mirakee thanks for EC :)❤️
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    //Fire has built
    ember castles,
    on my mantel
    and they hold
    the lost essence
    of unwritten stories and
    cascading ink.
    I'm drenched in hiraeth,
    but I'd rather stay back
    and weep,
    slowly, silently,
    on this dead poets' lake.
    I once felt like,
    I could do great things,
    but realization comes hard on us,
    and I know,
    I am mere and helpless,
    I am just, a scribbling recluse//

    I can just write,
    about burning rainforests,
    and dead butterflies,
    I can't promise,
    to make it alright.
    I can just write,
    about insurgence instead of war,
    I can't promise,
    to make it alright.
    I can just rant,
    about clean democracies
    and green lands,
    I can't promise,
    to make it alright.
    I can just write,
    about dry rain and humid winter,
    I can't promise,
    to make it alright.
    I can fill pages,
    with essays about fatal air,
    I can't promise,
    to make it alright.
    Rivers can flow,
    from heaven in my poems,
    but in the real world it's just,
    mere hellfire.
    I can ease pain,
    and build metaphorical cities,
    but I can't promise,
    they'll last forever.
    And as twilight calls,
    for me to depart,
    will you read what's lifeless,
    and lend it life?
    ©sayuriii_

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    ~Insurgence of a reclused wordsmith~

  • sayuriii 35w

    Of things that shouldn't be secrets but somehow are :")
    #secrets #wod
    #rings_of_saturn
    #yuri_n_poems

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    Cold showers
    hide the secrets
    of open scars
    rusty, bloodshot eyes,
    bleeding charcoal tears,
    when both city lights,
    and the dancing demons
    of thanatophobia,
    suffocate us the same.
    Colour blind eyes,
    see the monochrome
    painting of pain,
    amidst which hide a thousand,
    a thousand shades of grey.
    Dilapidated veins,
    bursting arteries,
    paint ceramic walls,
    with crimson hues.
    Hiding behind,
    shrill sirens and
    mild cries,
    are the corpses of guilt,
    building empires.
    But,
    we're friends with fear,
    and we're the children of catastrophes,
    so what may stop,
    the blood rushing out of our heart?
    And as long as,
    morphine murders our brains,
    and morning erases all pains,
    it'll all be a secret,
    it'll all, be a lie.
    ©sayuriii_

  • sayuriii 35w

    #yuri_n_poems
    #heritage #wod
    Thank you for EC ����

    Picture credits~ Pinterest
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    The poet- Autumn's child trapped in spring~

    I've inherited rainbows,
    from the stars and,
    planted them on sunshine corners.
    And I've cried purple tears,
    between mauve clouds,
    which maybe,
    the zephyr will take away.
    I can feel memories
    of autumn fires,
    and spring blossoms,
    bursting in my mind's labyrinth,
    and I can inhale the aroma,
    of the poignant petrichor,
    of untimely spring showers.
    My skin twitches,
    like the pages of the
    open book near the window,
    and my heart mimics,
    thunder and earthquake.
    I look at myself,
    smiling to the mirror,
    and I also look,
    at the smile fading away,
    like sorrow,
    in my poetries.
    I collect unrealistic imageries,
    from my evergreen lawn,
    and I sew them together,
    to form your smile.
    I hide metaphors,
    betwixt the paradoxes of grief,
    and you find them on your lap,
    sleeping blissfully.
    But sometimes the sky,
    is nothing but black,
    and what is a poet?,
    without stars at her back.

    ☘︎☘︎☘︎☘︎☘︎☘︎☘︎☘︎☘︎☘︎☘︎☘︎☘︎

    The writer- I don't belong here~

    Mist has settled,
    on my eyelids,
    and they look like,
    beautiful tears.
    I've sealed my heart,
    with incomplete stories,
    written on crumpled paper,
    and I sit reclined,
    on my creeping chair.
    The words that fall down,
    from the corners of my hair,
    slip through my pen,
    and into the drains.
    I walk out into,
    seashores and watch sunsets,
    and I write about,
    the desert and the moon.
    Catalogues of covers,
    for my best selling novel,
    have piled up like homeless,
    children on my desk.
    They want to look at,
    the galaxies inside my brain,
    but I seldom acknowledge,
    their magic inside me.
    Nights are long,
    like my pathetic stories,
    and so I hate them the same,
    as I hate my glories.
    Tommorow, they say,
    will be a beautiful day,
    but I never seem to move,
    on from my fallen phase.
    And as you await,
    my best selling novel,
    tell me, what have I inherited,
    from timeless rants,
    that today I sit here,
    with my soul emptied?
    And what do I do,
    when I see destinies,
    shattering betwixt,
    four leaf clovers?
    ©sayuriii_

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  • sayuriii 35w

    #imagery #wod
    #yuri_n_poems

    Thank you writersnetwork :)♡
    Thank you for EC ♡
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    Summer smells like,
    a green bakery,
    of sunflower pancakes
    and daisy pastries.
    The baker is a tiny,
    plump old gnome,
    with an even tiny beanie,
    made of hay grass.
    The windows are azure,
    with cotton cloud curtains,
    and the lights are yellow,
    the air, warm and mellow.
    Can you smell,
    dandelion tea,
    wafting leisurely zephyrs,
    into the busy town?
    The ladybugs tread slowly,
    under magnolia trees,
    inhaling the scents,
    of sweet honeybees.
    Look up and see,
    how the blazing blanket of the sun,
    has dawned upon earth,
    so early this morning!
    Sit back and inhale,
    oh dear passerby!,
    the scents of summer,
    before they bid goodbye.
    ©sayuriii_

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    ~a thousand scents of summer~

  • sayuriii 36w

    #cg_city_chall
    #tale #wod
    #yuri_n_poems
    #rings_of_saturn
    Thankssssss wn��❤️

    So many cities,
    and so many palaces,
    hide the untold stories,
    of countless women.

    ••••••••••••••••••••••
    Of fairytale cities and a flower in my womb~

    I can see melting sceneries,
    bereft of life,
    as countless memories
    of love and war
    flash behind my eye lens
    like the fireworks,
    of a forgotten festival.
    The throne is empty,
    and so are our hearts.
    All that is left,
    are ruins of a palace
    and unclear memories
    of hearsay folklores
    about a king and a woman,
    together in love,
    together in grave.
    //The king never compromised,
    to relish in hunger,
    the remains of her soul,
    with his mighty sword//
    ~we are still entwined by the same old khadi thread that plucks the last of sequins on my dress.

    The copper vessels
    and brass treasuries,
    hold burnt manuscripts.
    And as I hold them,
    close to my eyes,
    I can feel the embers,
    smearing my palms,
    and their glint,
    painting rage,
    in my eyes.
    What lies behind,
    the washed inkings,
    of a forced harlot,
    dressed in red?
    //And she never meant,
    to be a runaway,
    but the palace doors,
    seldom let her out on her own.//
    ~ we are still in love, as I hold on to the minuscule bits of fancy fabric, melting on my collarbones.

    And I can hear my cries,
    of yesternight,
    echoing in the halls,
    and vanishing like the butterfly,
    that sat on my lap,
    and flew away,
    at the sound of his sword.
    The city outside,
    gazes awestruck,
    as I hold in grace,
    the end of my drape,
    with my shivering hands.
    Should I let go,
    all of my disgrace,
    and twirl and dance,
    in this forlorn festival?
    //Oh he wants me to dance,
    to the rhythm of his footsteps,
    but do my limbs,
    hold strength anymore?//
    ~we are still, innocent lovers, beautiful and loyal, but all in hindsight.

    The city I dreamt,
    of love and festivals,
    has transformed into something,
    of a retrospective fairytale,
    and I wish I had never,
    slept in the ecstasy of dreams.
    Love has never,
    weeped so hard,
    on the laps of a mother,
    and a fateful lover.
    //The child in my womb,
    is a pretty little lady,
    but I wish she's strong enough,
    to witness the countless homicides
    that await her in womanhood.//
    ~I still love and I still draw crooked skylines of the city (love) that (I) we never were (got.).
    ©sayuriii_

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    ~I still draw crooked skylines,
    on the horizons of the
    city that we never were~

  • sayuriii 36w

    To Sangria,

    Do you know?
    I've been counting days,
    backwards on my calendar,
    with a bleak hope,
    lingering in the murmurs I make.
    Hope, of making things right,
    on miserable Mondays,
    that lament nostalgic grief,
    of vintage Saturdays,
    and laid back Sundays.

    Do you know?
    I pull out the weeds,
    of woeful Thursdays,
    on my pavement,
    scatter seeds of assurance,
    on the dry soil,
    water them with my tears,
    and watch,
    as felicity blooms on Friday nights,
    and leaves behind her essence,
    till Wednesday sundowns.

    Do you know?
    I tear your pages,
    on Tuesday mornings,
    and burn them down,
    on that same pavement,
    with a nonchalant smile,
    plastered on my face,
    maybe because I watch,
    sorrow crumbling,
    under the sangria sky,
    on your hollow lap.
    ©sayuriii_

    Imagine not having a journal :")
    The days are jumbled xD
    #journal #wod
    #yuri_n_poems
    @writersnetwork

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  • sayuriii 36w

    It was a garden,
    full of colossal joys
    blanketing the days,
    and mystic showers
    of moonlit wonders
    adoring the nights.
    Nights, you were scared,
    of dark nights,
    and you etched
    closer to me
    every nightfall.
    I used to stare,
    at your yellow heart,
    brimming with
    melifluous melodies
    of leaves, sunkissed.
    Clouds burst
    and poured down,
    sapphire pellucid drip-drops,
    your love,
    penetrated into the bubbles of rain,
    and they evaporated into
    pastel skies.
    High up,
    tracing distant ethers,
    your essence touched,
    every star and brought back
    fulfilled wishes.
    And then "one days"
    left behind "last nights",
    it was dark,
    melting vile comets
    on our frail bodies,
    burning our petals.
    And I heard you,
    stuttering behind the embers,
    "This was my biggest nightmare."
    //It's a lonely garth now,
    friend.
    I search for wildflowers and I
    wonder if I too could transform into one,
    just to hold your ashes,
    that float in the air.//
    ©sayuriii_

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    There's this lil animation film called "Flower story 2016", about a dandelion and a rose, it's adorable ❤️
    The bg is a screenshot from there.
    #nightmare #wod
    #yuri_n_poems
    @writersnetwork

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    ~Now I lay weeping alone in this hell of a garth~

  • sayuriii 36w

    ~Unwilted poems~

    Watch, how spectacular,
    are unwilted poems,
    poems that smell like
    a beautiful morrow,
    the sunrise rhyming,
    with a song bird's echo.
    They sit on the branches,
    of wet Gulmohar trees,
    and smile blissfully,
    behind fuschia petals.
    Kissing the metaphors,
    of an empyrean so pink,
    they melt with the mist,
    on a butterfly's wing.
    And all this while,
    they glance now and then,
    at her intriguing silhouette,
    lingering beside the window ajar.
    And then?
    Oh! They snuggle shyly,
    inside her mahogany hair,
    and bleed into the empty,
    cardiac pages.
    ©sayuriii_

  • sayuriii 36w

    Do you still see,
    the lilacs blooming,
    shyly, silently,
    on the edges,
    of my heart?
    Or do you,
    look away,
    shedding a hundred tears,
    watching me fall down,
    like the withered blooms
    of post spring?

    Do you still fear,
    letting go off my hand,
    because you feel I'd drift,
    with the orange sea?
    Or do you pretend to not see,
    my lonely limbs,
    waiting for yours,
    to pierce through my paper skin?

    Does your heart still tingle,
    from my butterfly kisses,
    that rest betwixt your hair,
    smelling of sweet honey?
    Or does your breath hitch,
    smelling the rotten roses I exhale,
    from my bleeding heart,
    into your creases?

    Do you still write,
    long love letters for me,
    all while keeping,
    your million dollar smile?
    Or do you just weep,
    holding onto them,
    as the ink washes away,
    erasing another year from my lifespan?

    //Will you still love, withered lilacs, like you love,
    my tired soul?
    Or will you let go, thinking of it all as a bittersweet dream,
    burying my bare self, inside you heart?//
    ©sayuriii_

    #lilacc #writersbay
    #yuri_n_poems
    @mirakee @writersnetwork

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  • sayuriii 37w

    Summer sky stars,
    shower seraphic sonnets,
    draped damp with dew,
    they dance delightedly,
    dropping cliche metaphors,
    and sugarcoated rhymes,
    on the daises dressing her diary,
    and she looks up in awe,
    through the tiny window,
    on her tombstone,
    surreal smiles shine,
    on the tips of her faded lips,
    as she breathes in,
    the vapours of daybreak,
    listening to low lullabies,
    harmonising with dawn's
    aureate aubade.
    Sparrows sing,
    as sunrise brings,
    an end to her show,
    butterflies whisper "beautiful, beautiful"
    and her audience sits,
    waiting for morrow.
    ©sayuriii_

    #audience #wod
    #yuri_n_poems
    @writersnetwork ����

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  • sayuriii 37w

    I keep tugging,
    at her vintage tinted cardigan,
    her cedar hair,
    flowing languidly,
    on her hunched shoulders.
    Her feet, smell like cinnamon,
    and her eyes,
    drown me in their mocha ocean.
    She pulls out a leaf,
    from the ivy embroidery on my window,
    and places it on my bare hands.
    and it turns into a blanket,
    of russet maple leaves.
    She kisses the air,
    with her desert dry lips,
    and her cheeks keep glowing,
    a tawny shade of blush.
    Oh look! How she leaves me,
    falling in love,
    like the fallen leaves she hides,
    inside her hickory glove.
    ©sayuriii_

  • sayuriii 38w

    Yesterday,
    I was hungry,
    I tread past the city lights
    and stepped on many a pavement,
    no pity, no empathy, in the eyes of passersby,
    I stared at my reflection on the glass windows,
    I saw more of a smeared skeleton,
    waiting to be fed so desperately,
    I ran back again,
    into this dark, dark place,
    in these warm summer sands,
    I seeked solace.

    I'm hungry again,
    I don't know if I'm rather tired,
    the city lights look dimmed today,
    the passersby, more ignorant.
    I didn't step on pavements,
    I strolled through the trashcan lane,
    nibbled on some rotten fish,
    and retired back to the warm sands.
    Oh! My eyes are teary,
    my mother taught me not to weep,
    there's still sympathy,
    lying in some heart's core deep.

    Today is another day,
    on these warm summer sands,
    the warmth a little uncanny,
    to the cold embracing my bones.
    The city is darker than ever today,
    the passersby are staying home,
    it's another human sunday,
    I may return empty stomached again.
    My heart is slow,
    I can feel it halting.
    I can see a beautiful sunset,
    and I can see my soul melting.
    ©sayuriii_

    Image credits- Pinterest
    #iconography #wod
    #yuri_n_poems
    #rings_of_saturn
    #writersnetwork
    #pod_s
    08/05/2021
    @mirakee @writersnetwork I- THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR MY FIRST POD!!!��❤️

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  • sayuriii 38w

    It's supposed to be a four leaf clover?��
    And I'm late '_'
    #concretepoetry #wod
    #writersnetwork
    #yuri_n_poems
    @mirakee
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    Do you believe
    in luck or do you,
    think it's another human
    fantasy that sits on both
    ends of a cupid heart and
    ties the threads of two love birds?
    A little child who grows up,
    believing in shooting stars and
    fallen eyelashes, would you
    say his innocence is false,
    or is he too unrealistic?
    Let me tell you,
    oh dear reader!
    Luck isn't a mere daydream,
    the universe holds witness
    from time and again,
    luck favours naive hearts
    and heals pain.
    Don't keep forcing your practical
    laws on the juvenile fairies
    that erase flaws in
    our destinies and
    bring pure smiles
    on the frowned face
    of a four year old.
    Now you might say,
    you silly writer,
    how foolish of you to
    run after destiny.
    No,oh no! I believe
    in you! Waiting for luck
    isn't what you do!
    I carry a heart brimming
    with hope and sweat
    till I feel like I've
    given it my all.
    I write poems about optimism
    and read them aloud to
    distressed souls who seek
    solace in believing they are
    nothing but broken pieces
    of an incomplete destiny.
    Why, oh why? Would
    I sit still and not run
    all day long to sharpen my skill?
    I too believe in hardwork and pray
    it all pays off
    after all one day.
    But oh dear reader!
    How long will you go,
    unless you believe,
    the universe favours you?
    But I won't force you,
    to believe in luck after all,
    since you are someone
    who is worthy enough
    for the world, without luck
    having to favour you.
    ©sayuriii_

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  • sayuriii 39w

    The ocean rose and fell
    in front of my chafed eyes,
    I could see the moon
    painting quaint patterns
    on the twilight tinted canvas.
    The waves lashing towards me,
    lamented all the chaos
    inside my heart.
    I felt like the sky
    was oozing out
    the last wisp of breathe in my lungs.
    The shore was empty,
    the wet sand hung to my feet,
    the stars formed bewitching constellations.
    I looked up one last time,
    closed my eyes
    held my chest
    as the night seized my soul.
    It was a moment of utter silence,
    as I lay there,
    on my deathbed.
    ©sayuriii_

    #silence #wod
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  • sayuriii 40w

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    #slowly #wod
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    Slowly, like the summer breeze,
    someday we too,
    will fly away,
    like the fallen leaves of
    one forgotten russet autumn.
    We will fly away,
    with nothing but,
    the warm essence of the earth,
    in our chilled cold hands. 
    We wouldn't wait and breathe,
    but just fly away.
    We will see their tears,
    but they,
    would just see the ashes.
    We will fly away,
    leaving the colours below,
    and maybe we will be
    one of those passerines.
    We will fly above,
    the heights of the ether
    and beyond the expanse of clouds
    into the stars...
    but,
    then the stars would collapse....
    We will look down,
    because from up above,
    the earth will look brighter than ever.
    And then we might perceive,
    "Stars fall down to the earth"
    And we will see them cry,
    but we wouldn't reciprocate
    because we would be nothing,
    but stardust entities then.
    We will see them,
    their tears will dry up
    and they would start living once again when,
    grief will retire,
    from their hearts
    and rest on our empty graves.
    We will feel empty,
    we will feel so dark,
    even amongst the mass of stars,
    we will feel so dark.....
    But nevertheless,
    we would fly away,
    without regrets,
    to be in a better place
    but only those who flew away know
    no place in the fantasies,
    of this universe,
    has a warmer embrace,
    than that of the brown earth.
    ©sayuriii_

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