Miraquill
An aptitude for
Patience
inspires -
Persistence & Dedication
in the human mind...
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A single book might not change the world,
Or change a person's life
But a good book is bound to be read
By everyone...
So that, little by little,
It will warm people's hearts
And help them to change...
©ishubhamrathod -
I may be not Perfect,
But I'm Complete....
©ishubhamrathod -
Horizon
Reality is the knowledge with error and
Imagination is the lie with perfection..
Just like that.!
©ishubhamrathod -
#humanly thought
Greatest love one can show to other
is the sacrifice for them.
But that sacrifice doesn't make
the person great. -
Life is full of imperfect people;
choosing imperfect things.
Just to be the one, who
chooses perfect in all imperfect beings.
©ishubhamrathod -
How to...
How to listen something,
without hearing anything..
(It's language of eyes)
can tell everything,
only to those who are in everything..
From fightings for little things,
to supporting in big things...
We have all learned good things..
This is how we miss our things..
Without hearing anything....
©ishubhamrathod -
Just Imagine
Our imagination flies-
beyond the limitations of our mind;
and descent like an eagle
to perceive the goal of our life..
©ishubhamrathod -
Blossom
'Words'
are nothing but
the arrangements of alphabets
caramelised with sweetness of emotions..
©ishubhamrathod -
Blindfold
People see the world
through a veil of
ingrained beliefs and assumptions,
and not the way it is...
©ishubhamrathod
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nyctophiliacnivs
14w
You know what's painful
To be a hidden character
When all of me only
Prays for you
Or may be prayers
Are supposedly silent
And hence I am that quietness
Trying to heal you
As I write this
I do feel my words
And I have goosebumps
Letting me know how enormous
Feelings and prayers are
I wish you felt it
Yet the pain to not able to
Shout out to the world
Proclaiming my love to you
Hurts!!!
©nyctophiliacnivs -
shadesofblue_
14w
Read MoreHope this is understandable *_*
Ps: this is about my rabbit that I lost last year; and yes it isn't and will never be in past tense��
#pet @miraquill @writersnetwork
Thankyou for the read @writersnetwork��Sinking souls stealing sunshine
from scintillating soulful eyes
and springing squeaks in the entire house.
©shadesofblue_ -
elusive_me
20w
Read MoreIf I say don't go
Outside it's falling snow.
Will you accept my words and stay?
I will feel happy this way.
I love you deep from my heart.
I feel the affection in my every part.
If possible I can look in your eyes all the time.
Tell me can you hear my heartbeats
as they make the noise like the wind chimes.
You say moon looks so beautiful and new.
To tell you, i have written poetries on it for you.
I have penned my emotions, pure and divine.
That's how the moon looks so bright
when it shine.
Your beauty gives me the peace that I need.
Your presence is so serene, indeed.
There have been girls many.
But you are written in my destiny.
And for that I am sure
cos now no other girl allure.
Now my heart understands
It gets happy when i hold your hands.
My soul seeks your warm presence.
Without you my life now makes no sense.
#love #feelings #poetry #ceesreposts #miraquill #writersnetwork @miraquill @writersnetworkAt some point
Love finds you.
Just like that
Out of the blue.
Then you realise
Your heart
has a surprise.
You thought it only
beats for you to live .
But it also beats for
you to love.
©elusive_me -
sheena
23w
Read More"Don't you feel guilty?"
I asked the cruel month as my
algid feet and hands were in a
trial to make them feel the warmth from the
burning wood,
The month smiled, took a cold inhale
and puffed out vapour
"Why though? Some adore me, they told me how
they love seeing the albescent shades wrap the
monotonous greens and brown"
It smirked, the cold gaze staying rooted over me,
I had my own reasons too;
I told December about how I detested it,
the cold sheets as they welcome me each night I
try dozing off, the layers of clothes which are futile
to keep that frigorific weather away,
The way everything about it is too cold and
lacks apricity
"Well, I live for thirty days while I saw people
who own me in their hearts even if I'm not around
how can you blame me for that?"
The answer was however the end to our talk,
the cold December smiled the brightest as if the
smile would make those snow melt down into nothingness,
While we stopped, devoid of an answer, a fact being
slapped right across my face
©Sheena
#pod #wod #december #decemberblues #decemberc @writersnetwork
@miraquill @writersbayDecember Blues
"Don't you feel guilty?"
"Why though? Some adore me, they told me how they love seeing the albescent shades wrap those monotonous greens and browns"
"I live for thirty days, while I saw people who own me in their hearts even when I'm not around how can you blame me for that"
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©sheena -
winter_moon
61w
Read MoreYou are not a poet, and that is why
You could never find innocence
In his wet socks.
You are not a mother, and that is why
You could never find struggles
In his torn socks.
You are not a daughter, and that is why
Maybe you could never find hard work
From the burnt aroma of his socks.
Tired, dripping sweat off the chin,
His feet steady, his shoes tightened,
The blisters underneath the sole,
The socks torn at his toe,
Circling roughly, and painfully, the skin,
He could smell his own struggle
For the day,
Like a chef’s favourite flavour’s aroma,
He let the filthy aroma be felt,
Feeling the money from his hardwork
In his olive coloured pockets.
Winter_moon
#clothing #pod #wod #mirakee #writersnetwork
@mirakee @rameez @tasneem53 @countablyinfinite @asmakhan @accionpoetica @thoughtfull_writer @falak_k @fahidhameed @twinkling_girl @iam_rose @poetrynowar @writersnetwork @_aasia @mirakee_reposter @zubair_ @fazilahfayaz @mirzajasia @tabsp_ @aleesa @sheikhaehsann @mashoodrather @amsterdam @i_repostYou are not a mother, and that is why
You could never find struggles
In his torn socks.
Winter_moon -
twographites
68w
The girl with black umbrella
I was standing under the shed of a tree
The air looked thick, like a grey fog bed
It was dark, but I couldn't care less.
It was a strange feeling I held inside
Something new but not unknown
Somewhat different, somewhat alike.
The place was lonely, no soul could be seen
Probably due to the bad weather it could have been
I decided to walk home, through the grey fog
But paused my feet, when I felt a drop.
It rolled down my cheek and broke at the edge of the chin
My heart skipped a heartbeat, like another sin.
In no time, the angry dark clouds began their roar
The rain drenched heavily, and it looked like
The wind worked against me in the obscure.
With no umbrella, i wished I see a living
For some help or shelter, but
There were none, I was alone.
Just as I was aging with the rain
She passed me, caressing my hair like cold wind
With that black umbrella she held in her hand
She ran, not looking behind once.
I hoped she would turn around, that girl
So that I could see her face at once.
Not knowing why, I decided to call her out
But she merged into the grey, that unknown face.
~av. -
stephanos_ps_m
74w
Trust is a necessity
But it cannot be perfectly receiprocated
Love is beauty itself
Yet cannot be forced back
Live free and treasure the moment
Hope for the best yet,
Work with what comes.
use the scars inflicted on you
as a point of reference
For life itself
is not a bed of roses.
s_ps_m
©stephanos_ps_m -
awfully_quiet
74w
A Crisis of Abundance
While the rage inside is arguably reasonable, I don't feel that there is a proper value for the reasons that we provide.
The rage thus stays consistent.
As soon as I say it out loud, all my feelings and emotions that make me who I am, suddenly has names. Labels. Classifications. Verdicts.
And not one solution.
There is an abundance in the interpretation of our lives. "How deadly and drowning it becomes."
And the abundance of judgement and the artificial societial risks causes a crisis of solution.
A simple situation that I could explain in detail in just about 10 words or less then becomes worthless.
Meaningless.
©awfully_quiet -
nakupenda
74w
...🖤🖤🖤...
how can I begin to
even explain my pain?
especially to someone
that's never felt the same
pain that is that buried
deep within my soul
who understands that it
comes and goes?
one day I am perfectly fine
smiles and everything
I defeat my fears with
sharp swords of truth
and wisdom
then boom out of nowhere
it hits me like a brick wall
It shatters my will with
repetitive anxious lies
people wall say it's all in
imagination in my head
but will they still think that
when I am dead?
or will they finally begin
to understand
that invisible pain is
as real as the wounds
that we see bleed
© mokrani
...🖤🖤🖤... -
roxana91
74w
To get out of my life
"Not everyone you lose is a loss",
I keep that in mind,
When someone wants
To get out of my life.
I cover myself with poems,
They can protect my heart.
When words are not useful
For whom I write.
Not every "goodbye" means an end,
Sometimes it can hide a better life.
I waited for them to change,
Until changing myself was the only solution.
When I started treating them
The way they treated me,
They started to get upset.
Ha, ha, ha! Strange situation!
Not every loss is a loss",
I keep that in mind,
When someone wants
To get out of my life.
Even the lightning can illuminate my life!
©roxana91
