Miraquill
The emptiness is darkest to the smothered hearts, and loudest to the forlorn souls.
©girl_in_white | Vaishnavi
girl_in_white
Lost are my pieces, in this darkness that harbours them.�� ||19||
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A smile painstakingly stretching her cheeks,
leaving a trace of bliss in it's wake,
she starts her day,
with a facade nobody could break.
Soft laughter and whispers leave her lips,
the twinkle in her eyes catching the sun,
while her shadows lounge in the evening shade,
on the horizon watching the last rays run.
The darkness embraces the roof,
faint pleas reach the walls,
with a crease in her brows
and a tremor through her limbs,
into a wakeful slumber she falls.
Darker than a moonless night a silhouette hovers over her,
with a deafening cackle it whispers in her dreams,
the regretful days and guilty nights,
grinning as they turn to screams.
The early birds chirp at the first light,
the breeze softly dances through her hair,
she gets on with her everyday jaunt,
wearing a veil so dense nothing could tear.
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She catches sight of the vibrant aura the girl walked around with,
but her bruised eyes hoax her with grays.
She watches her glide along the doors,
her crude fingers grazing the knobs,
each opening into a blissful day.
She feels her mind fluttering with hope
as she watches the girl reach the other side of the door.
Her feet hover over the threshold,
to follow the girl beckoning her.
Gray hues fill the corners of her sight,
the howl of the wind piercing her ears,
as she closes her eyes, painting the girl she once recognized.
Plunged into the void again,
looking around for a sliver of movement,
she catches sight of something striking,
but hoaxed are her eyes by the grays.
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Ebony clouds hover high above, embracing the evening.
Drifting below the ocean's face, a spectator I am,
onlooking the spectacle, as the storm takes its first breath.
The soft whispers of the daunting abyss underneath me,
the deafening roars of the beasts riding the storm above me,
striking the surface ceaselessly,
yet I remain unscathed, submerged, for I am but a spectator.
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A crown of white lilies adorned her head,
with valour marking her every breath
and a buoyant skip in her stead,
off she went to her date with death.
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In the bellowing storm they sat, side by side
their shadows embracing the dark,
their soft breaths caressing the strident wind,
their souls tending to each other's wounds,
their woes silencing the roaring tempest,
with their fingertips grazing the rain,
and the raging night easing their pain.
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In the tender arms of the lilies,
her tears slumbered during summer,
dreaming of the dreary clouds of memories,
swaying in the balmy breeze.
The grey sky emerged as the warmth receded,
hanging clouds yearning to rejuvenate.
Amidst the roar of the sky, cried the lilies,
letting her tears bask in the chaos,
as the tales of her heart harmonized
endlessly throughout the night.
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The serene smile that graced her lips shined through the stars,
the deafening whispers of her dreams echoed in the wilderness around her,
the alluring moonflowers sang the desires of the juvenile heart,
and in the splendour of the night, her soul thrived.
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A blithe sunflower
that survives a vicious storm,
marks faith.
A shuddering fire
that burns through the windy night,
marks perseverance.
A frail breath
that fights the toxic terror,
marks strength.
A vanquished soul
that rises amidst the wreck,
marks triumph.
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Thunderous yet meek,
chaos resides in every soul.
Only the conquerer sees her beauty,
with poise and control.
©girl_in_white | Vaishnavi
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Read MoreImagine yourself visiting a fair and buying a lot of items. Now list these items in the form of a poetry and you will be done writing a list poem. List poems usually have a list of ideas in the middle, plus a few lines at the beginning and a few lines at the end.
--Get creative and write a list poem.--
Tag with #list and share.
#wodList poetry
Things I bought from a fair:
A slice of a forgotten childhood,
A packet of unbound joy,
Four artificial red roses and
a muse for my next poem! -
fromwitchpen
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Read More#autumn
#spellsw
@writersnetwork Thank you so much ❤️ I'm honored *_*
Much love everyone �� ��Autumn morph fallen
arms of spring into poems
with scattering words.
©fromwitchpen -
plundering metaphors
from
your clavicle
and
scattering syllables
on your corsage,
I taste poetries.
bidya -
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Read MoreWriting this was a major struggle. Please bear with me.
Thankyou @writersnetwork for the repost ��Sometimes, on a clumsy night
when you glance at the mirror of relatability
in hopes of likeability
and reflect a nothing,
you carve out dawns,
etch patterns of lucid abyss
hovering on your mind periphery
like an afterthought.
The struggle's too real
as the only audience you have,
is highly empirical
and won't look beyond
the native perceptions
where the twilight
merges with a morning.
Aspirants who try to decipher,
fall for the inexplicable you
and further render into
subjective stereotypes,
your abstractness,
while you're in definite denial
of every possible mold
they try to fit you in.
Subsequently,
you no longer paint your thoughts
on open canvases.
Instead, you confide
in the blank lines of a journal
where your pellucid ruminations
fall head-on like beams fluorescent
versing on pallid parchment.
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aqstar
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Read MorePehli baar WB ka prompt try kiya ��
Sorry, I can't write,... (╥﹏╥)
@childauthor_345 aap pr likha hai ��
#youarec #unfoldc
op xd... My 60th post...!
28/may/2021You are the poet
who unfold the
folded poetries
and drift them up
the sky,
which then gather
and fall on people
as a ray
of hope.
-Aqsa -
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I planted seeds of sunshine
In the caverns of solitude,
Years later they bloomed to be the entire sky -
Not arrows of love,
but swords of deception...
you plunged into my heart.
I bled.
And called it color of love.
I failed to see,
it was tainted with shades of betrayal.
©whitewings
