Miraquill
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As you undress the layers
Under moonlight
Playing through thorns
Plucking, tearing apart
Until it's bare and vulnerable
What a sight for sore eyes
My dead rose
Has never been more alive
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There lies my poem
On the edge of this day
Slipping away, into tomorrow
A different tomorrow
Binding memories, threads of joy and guilt
Hope and miseries, love and tranquility
A new beginning, ripe and fine
Wishing yall a very happy new year
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Satin and threads
Lazing around , hideaway to her frivolous anticipation
Of the dawn
Awaiting a warmth
An Amour , illicit love
Her lover , he's such a thrill
A literary atraction
moulded , loved, Manifested into
A Cresent moon
A better half of him
Smiling against the sky
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49w
Read More#prose #wod #writersnetwork #mirakee#sky #change
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Certainly not the best｡.｡
I borrowed a handful of blue sky from my last lover
And it morphed into a dream
A clap of thunder , cascading light
Every inch of blue,Shedding itself stealthily,
Overheard gossips, an old oak tree and wind
Alas ! Why is our little blue sky changing
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He
Faintly fine, void and blue
A peck of virtues
Gentle and pure
The day he met me beside sunlit waters
And dissipated into the dark
like the weather
Temporary, vulnerable and beautiful
He was a melancholy, I sung myself to sleep when
I once fell in love with a shadow
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50w
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To
The moon and galaxies
Blazing fire and spellbinding ashes
Swaths of ice pluming around
And dirt
addicted me to life
Also he, a juvenile pablum
Thank you
Cheers to poetry
Cheers to him
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51w
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Smeared the stygian midnight
With ink of red rimmed eyes
Fabricated through threads of blue, entrust in you
Stiched by raw verses ,as innocent tales amalgamated green
Until my ink coalesced into black
And Camouflaged this dark night
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The last feeble leaf
fluttering intractaby against brushing breeze
Tumbles down, Tallying sunset orange antiquated carpet
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51w
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#start #wod #mirakee #writersnetwork
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Tysm for the like @writersnetwork❤️✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
Evenings are high on love
You left Unfinished
Under this sunlit landscape
Illusive sunrises,Unsettled whispers
Haunt me, heal me
now that you're gone..
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51w
Dusked skies and
Midnight brew
Flickering moonlight
Falling asleep
Dripping dawn and
Nascent hue
Every renaissance
Reminds me of you
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I was ashamed to think of myself as a victim,
Ashamed that I had been abandoned, misled, misused for so long,
I thought if I took the blame for everyone's leaving,
It'd give me a sense of control over my own fate,
Though all it did was turn me into a wound,
Always raw, always bleeding,
Festering under the smile I wore,
So now I'm pulling off the scabs of those unhealed scars,
And unlearning everything I was taught by the people who didn't know any better,
I'm learning to honor myself as a human,
And that there's no greater self love than compassion.
-Kkomal Siingh
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reignhalo 18w
The Tales Of The Tainted
HERMIT
I'm hopeless and tainted
A broken nightmare
Isolated into my tainted virtue
My jailer laughs at my screams of agony
I was once capable of love
Bewitched by a woman who once balanced the dark abyss in my soul
Entranced and captivated by her beauty
A woman who sought to bring me peace
She was my peace
My heart guarded with angry shields of pain
Broken and wounded
I'm lost and tamed by fear
My demons run wild without a leash
I'm faceless
A silent whisperer without a soul
Bounded to a world of hopelessness
~Reignhalo -
taekook_maknae
45w
Read More#wod #pun not at all a pun xD
#temp attempt
Ps : i don't actually know what is Pun ,this is just what i understand xD
RIP =
Resting In Prison , (prison can be the cages that resist one to be independent, can be some words of of someone or be caged in ourown thoughts etc..)
Resting In Peace ,
Rest In Poetry ,
Reeped Imprisoned Parables
@writersnetworkR I P
Resting In Prison
Without Resting In Peace
I wish to Rest In Poetry
So i Reeped Imprisoned Parables
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The End?
I see no way forward, I'm suffering from 'lack of better words'.
I stumble upon the flow of my thoughts,
I just sit and stare at the blank page in front of me.
I search for a point to start somewhere,
I 'will' myself to write something, nothing, anything.
Every turn I take, I bump into a wall.
A hurricane of words churning in my mind as I look upon the night sky but still unable to construct a proper meaningful heart touching sentence.
This feels like the end of the world to me.
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umorok
47w
Read MoreWeird + the storm and thunder stirring inside your heart
#combination
Weird indeedWeird art
Let's paint a picture of words.
It will be one weird art
for it will echo all
the storm and thunder
stirring inside your heart.
I might stutter and smudge the piece
But it is either you or forever none.
I won't promise you stars and moon
But we'll find the eye of the storm.
So,will you let me be your only one?
©_reehaze -
taekook_maknae
48w
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Maybe temp
I know i always fail in Expressing my feelings
I'm sorry
This is about , Vismaya V Nair, a 22-year-old woman, found dead on Monday morning at the house of her husband's family.Her death came two days after she sent messages to her cousin telling him that her husband had brutally beaten her many times over a car that was given as part of her dowry. Vismaya told her cousin that she has faced severe assault. She wrote about how after assaulting her, her husband allegedly pulled back her hair and stamped on her face. She says in the message that she has not told anyone about the assault. The photos she shared with her cousin show injuries on her face, shoulder and hands.
#writersnetwork #lame #dowry #writersnetwork #miraquill @writersnetwork @miraquillDOWRY or WOMEN weighs more!?
Preserved , till sold out in the
Hands of Fake romance
Lust for money, he
Termited her Life wholly and
stamped on the Anguish pages
Gashes blushed her cheeks
As Blood stains reddened lips and
Body imprinted Footmarks holistic
Scars adorned ,head to toes
Sported cloak to veil the woes
Stowed a satchel of traumas
Stilly through pellucid tears
Pangs whispered to beseech for help
She ran out at the witching hours
And adjured for help ,They said
Hold on , just Adjust those situations
You will be fine one day!
Ahh!
Once again pangs Whispered,
You will be in eternal peace ,
(by Pointing to the hanging strings)
She uttered tacitly before hanging on death strings...,
"No more women should Die of Dowry
If it won't, i don't wanna be a women like this once again!"
Not a suicide , undoubtedly a Murder!
Does a Life Or Dowry weighs more!?
Are women only for Dowry!?
No Women are for sold out!
Please don't mensurate A Woman with Money again!
©taekook_maknae -
Blue sky
I borrowed a handful of blue sky from my last lover and pierced them with rays of sunlight just to bend rainbows over fields of glistening teardrops.
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Swan song remained unwoven.
Broken legged ballerina
tortured the ballet shoes
in a bitter adios of broken heart
shedding tears of broken passion.
Ink kissed the sky as it
slowly evaporated and dried
in the ink pot forsaken by that
lost soul of a poet in abyssmal pit.
Betrayal stabbed in industry;
the nightingale stopped singing
the melodies of blissful symphony
that stays deep in tacenda of voiceless pain.
Painter took a step back
from the white canvas when
he lost the track of rainbow under
the never ending pitch black night.
A blooming artist digged
a grave for all the artistry
while he was pushed towards
the unturned pages of academia.
Their fervent flame slowly
died in their deoxygenated room
of long lost pursuit.
They were crushed by the
crashing waves of cruel fate.
Their swan song remained unwoven.
-adamantquill -
Beguiling Metaphors
In the sky of my mind
once I flew,free of bondage
without a care for
what's down the line
when suddenly you struck.
Yes,you,inspiring me
to adorn you with words
inthe bright of my days
and enchanting dreams
of my endless nights,
I drowned like a drunk.
Lyrics,prose and poems
cascaded over my entirety
driving me sweet crazy
for you and over your thoughts.
Such zeal over someone,
I didn't know I had it in me
to burn in longing like a phoenix
just to rise from your pithy ashes,
in alacrity of your cloying knots.
After all these time,abandoned
I simply refuse to meet the eyes
With those pages which bear
the remnants of you and your name.
Now,
beguiling metaphors and adjectives
fossilize ignored on pungent papers.
Cobwebs of hollowed indifference
Settles like mists of nightmare
Snuggly in that embittered corner.
©_reehaze -
umorok
49w
Mine to keep
Living without you wasn't
my choice to make
but a choice you made for me
and though it did make me sad
it was inevitable from your end
as you're ambitious and I'm bare.
Living without you,but,
isn't half as difficult
as coming to terms with
those parts of me
which you made me feel
ugly and unlovable.
Living without you,I learnt
that all my scars & imperfections
are all mine to keep and love
and it's no shame in being imperfect,
they're not for you to judge or dissect
nor do they deserve your scalding views.
©_reehaze
