Miraquill
Though she's halfway across the world,
the cool breeze that soothes my chest,
While listening to a love ballad
does something tip to the toe through my spine, and the chills I experience, never let me feel her being far from me,
Instead it makes me feel I her warmth.
No matter halfway across the world or
an half step aside me,
My girl always stay close to my heart.
Which makes me love her
more than yesterday
and the cycle goes on and on
Till my heart breathes.
To my dear girl.
A girl of my dreams and Hope one day.
©jaydmarvin
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Simple love personification poetry after a long time...
@snehawrites @love_whispererr @veenakathera @nitin4youalways1997 @saswatbarry19No one's there to beat her
beguiling charm,
I would say she's the queen of my world
Where the miss universe and gorgeous actress will fail on her beauty.
The moon of the skies will diminish
before her radiance,
The cupids that unite others in love
Will fall in love with her,
and would never ever give up her
to someone else.
She's a royal stone,
which is hard to be found,
But precious to everyone's sight
And more precious to my sight.
She is the queen of all the angels,
And the emperor of the kingdom
Who has the keys to all happiness and treasure of this world.
©jaydmarvin -
A right belief leads
you to a right destination.
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Down the Lonely streets,
I was longing for the desires
of my heart on a beautiful dusk
and searching for someone to save me
and travel with me.
Everywhere I walk, I kept searching
And it felt I really am losing in the quest,
Still deep down in my heart..
I longed for a love that could save me.
Eventually I found the love
that came in search of me,
The love that's deeper than the depths
of the oceans,
Which I searched around the world
Eventually found the one true Love
That travel with me, it's you oh Dear God.
Before I was searching that love
somewhere else,
Now, I found you Deep inside me,
I turned like you,
So I could feel you everyday...
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MEMORIES NEVER DIE
I really don't know why I has
this superficial memory of things
Which I wanted to forget
Is still there in my mind,
When it's come to her alone.
I remember every special occasions of her's
Though she forgets her's,
But every thing is In my mind,
Like The day I met her,
The day I befriend her,
The day I revealed my feelings
in clues and indirect activities
The day I confessed my love to her directly.
Though she didn't understand things with me
It's been two full moons till today,
I tried hard to forget by getting
Into new activities, new people,
Tried to fall in love with other than her.
Yet this memories
of this mystery girl is still
in my mind which I can't let go away.
I guess even till my last breathe,
These days and this girl
would always stay in mind forever.
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Of the 9 billions in this earth
I'm afraid to see only one's eyes
Everytime When I have a
glance at those eyes, it chills down my spine.
My heart asked to himself,
why don't you be a
Prisoner to those eyes,
when they are so captive?
Then my brain replied, no sweetheart
You are just seeing from one-dimension.
Here I See those eyes from another dimension
Which you failed to see.
It tells me that these eyes
Never wanted to capture anyone,
Instead kill every young men
through those mesmerizing eyes.
My heart replied again,-yeah
Those eyes killed me the very moment,
I saw for the first time.
But It is you bringing me back alive.
Yeah, it's my job to keep you alive;
My brain replied with a smile.-Heart replied
Yeah you are right,
but didn't you fall for those eyes.?
The brain replied,
Yeah, I did , I haven't met any eyes like those
But, I knew these eyes will make my system error.
And I am escaping from it;
And I have to admit it.
Her eyes is the most powerful of all
Those in 9 billions.
©JayDMarvin
@love_whispererr @fairytales_ @dishang8614I haven't met any eyes like those
But, I knew these eyes will make my system error.
And I am escaping from it;
And I have to admit it.
Her eyes is the most powerful of all
Those in 9 billions. -
jaydmarvin
58w
When she left me away uncared
stabbed me at my back.
I thought my life was over at that moment.
Lately I came to know,
It's not the end of my life,
Actually, it was the start of a new life.
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Chapter-3
A Rose among thorns
It was sad to hear our Paradise king rest in peace, The scriptures from the Bible states that,
" How costly is the death of the saints in the sight of the Lord "
He who works for the service God is not a saint alone, the one who establishes the kingdom of Heaven in earth is also a saint. And this death is Costly for God himself, and he will grieve, if he Is in earth , he would have made an another generation live a Kingdom's life.
Said Reverend Doctor Xavier Arulraj, who is the lead of Shiva's funeral service.
The entire province gathered, and weeping for Shiva, also the globally spreader networks.
Every where, I could see boards written like,
"We are gonna miss our Paradise king Shiva
Shiva A Rose among thorns withered like the flowers do,
The man who never wanted hunger in everyone's life is resting in peace as he did it", and many more to go
Jero and Mervyn with Riya came in front of the people and asked, better not weep dear people , My Father has completed His purpose successfully, though I am gonna miss him, I am happy that my Father did achieved what he wanted in his life, If you people really do love,
" Find the purpose of your life and make it, this is what my dad wanted you all to be, "
We don't know , Is it possible to do things perfect like our dad did.. yet we will try and you people do have to.
Let me say few words about my spiritual dad said Mervyn,
The life of " A Rose among thorns, and The Lotus among the miry clay is difficult, yet they were the crowns. I don't have to say it, you people really know, How this Rose among thorns came to rise.
Let's think about it for a while to honour him and live like him.........
©jaydmarvin
@love_whispererr @fairytales_ @no_drama @saswatbarry19The life of " A Rose among thorns,
and The Lotus among the miry clay is difficult,
yet they were considered to be the crowns.
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Chapter - 2
The End of A Legend
Oh man what a bad day it is ? The crowds in indistinct voices
" Shiva shazhrenzi Lavelier passed away this morning "
All the major broadcasting networks arrived within an hour,
Anjana the senior reporter of TNN (Tamil News Network ) herself came to the hotspot to report the death of
" the Honourable Excellency Shiva Lavelier of TN "
Who won the elections with the majority of 98 % in every elections since 15 years.
Riya summoned Mervyn to discuss about the funeral services to happen safe and sound, and made a call to her brother.
"Jero where are you, how long it's gonna take to reach?
Jero replied in another hour I'll be taking a chopper from the port!"
The clock passed hours two, Jero arrived, with his team and Mervyn took him to the discussion room, along with the chief cabinet members and Anjana, they decided keep his corpse at the Justice House near the Santhome shrine for the public and the TNN took the rights to telecast the funeral.
As soon as the news hit the TVs and The social networks
People around various places mourn so deeply, and started tweeting,
" our Paradise has Lost the most Precious Soul that made the impossible to possible "
Alas, Now we lost our Honourable Sir and who's gonna set things right like he did ?
Is it possible for our Paradise to be the same like it was in Him ?
Well, we don't think so, the ideas that he had , that he executed perfectly without any flaws in every departments may be the superiors or the subordinates ! Since 15 years when a common young man tried that he can bring a change and which he did perfect.
" It's way too hard to hear that Our Paradise king is no more!"
To be continued...
©Jay D Marvin
@love_whispererr @fairytales_ @sumana_chakraborty @no_drama @nehahemarajChapter -2
The End Of A Legend
" It's way too hard to hear that Our Paradise king is no more!" -
jaydmarvin
60w
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©jaydmarvin
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Life
Live a life that you will not regret when you ask yourself the question what i(you) did in life.
©nitin4youalways1997 -
Those
who don't fear
drowning in pain,
sail through
life
©aafiya_21 -
Search
Don't search for love just do the right thing.
©nitin4youalways1997 -
lovenotes_from_carolyn
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Read MoreAnnouncing the passing of a longtime, cherished member...
Dear Fellow Mirakeeans,
I come bearing some very startling and unexpected news, which I learned from my dear friend's mother @imterwms (whom is also my dear friend), whereupon she asked that I convey this to all of you.
Jack (of @john_solomon), has been a writer, member, friend, mentor, encourager, and source of inspiration here for several years now. He enjoyed combining science, metaphysics, and spirituality in a poetic manner, and his admirable ability to do so was incomparable, and one that I'd not ever seen before.
Like myself, Jack enjoyed supporting and encouraging the many youngsters here onsite, and he liked to laugh and always insisted on finding something positive, in any given situation; thus it wasn't too surprising that he and I would become dear friends.
Since Jack and I spoke almost daily, his was a well known name in my home; and he knew of everyone here, including my husband (in fact, they're from the same state), my three children, and all of our cats and dogs. He made it a point to always ask about each of us, and he would rejoice with us in all of our happy moments, as well as pray for us in our times of challenge.
Jack spent the majority of his time doing for others. He was a loving son and caretaker to his mother, a cherished brother to his two younger sisters, and a friend and mentor to all. He often donated his time and assistance to those in need; and much like Christ the Savior, whom he dearly loved, Jack led a humble life devoid of unnecessary material goods, yet if something was ever needed, he'd be the first person to make sure that you had it.
Although Jack had just reached 51 years, he was a kid at heart and had a wonderful sense of humor, along with a boyish charm. He was also a self-proclaimed hippie who loved music profoundly, particularly that of the 70's and 80's. In fact, due to attending so many rock concerts, Jack had partial hearing loss in one ear, and he was rather proud that the damage had occurred at an Eric Clapton concert. ��
Around here, Jack was known as the "haiku king," due to his fondness for haiku poetry, and his penchant for penning them. He preferred the Americanized version of the traditional Japanese haiku, which is a three line, non rhyming, untitled poem on the topic of nature that has a total of 17 syllables, dispersed as 5/7/5 respectively. So it was only natural that I'd include a haiku poem for him in this tribute piece. One that has him soaring amongst his beloved stars.
In closing, I'm sure that members are shocked and have questions. All we know at this time is that Jack's death was not covid related. In fact, he seemed to be in very good health and had no known physical illness. Right now, the cause of his sudden, unexpected death on the evening of May 9th, is presumed to be a stroke, although the official coroner's report hasn't been released yet.
Several of us (my husband and I, and Jack's sister) have already heard from Jack since he ascended from this world. Although no longer here on this Earth, his spirit lives on in an eternal dimension, existing outside of time and space, and he is very much at peace. So, although his loss is tremendous, he really hasn't gone very far, as he'll forever shine above us, as the heavens brightest star. Farewell, my dear friend. And no, I'm not nearly done lecturing you for leaving us so early!
Blessings,
Admin Carolyn.
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dishang8614
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#goodbye
@mirakke
@writersnetwork
Goodbyes left in the darkened sun
In search of an open door
A silver curtain slab her way
Her heart's long despair
When her day begins
Seems come as it ends
A string of hope slowly fading
Good memories start blurring
There were always goodbyes
Than more uttered hello
Though she won't say goodbye for now
But to sing the last chorus of Titan's rhyme
Where goodbye lies in songbirds
Singing melancholy up high
In auburn muddied sky
Echoing across the luscious evergreen
Tonight the last goodbye cradled and sighed
Peacefully lies in pink casket
Of her wooden unclad old canvas
Goodbyes are just words that all used to be
Or the last farewell of embrace to her last gust
Sweet is goodbye for the one who loves
That's better said than gone without trace
Left somewhere in the darkened sunGoodbyes are just words that all used to be
Or the last farewell of embrace to her last gust
Sweet is goodbye for the one who loves
That's better said than gone without trace
Left somewhere in the darkened sun
©dishang8614 -
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@mirakee @writersnetwork
This morning solitude
when sorrow cease
I finally make my way
to sail my boat with joy
on annexes of silent row
the light is shining bright
a glorious day full of grace
with all the dewdrops glint
grasses on their luxurious green
the skies leaden blue wintry
hope exists, heart's contented
so as I embrace the morning elixir
with love, kindness and forgivenessTo live life embracing the morning elixir
with love, kindness and forgiveness
©dishang8614 -
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#letter
@mirakee
@writersnetwork
Dear fellow inkers,
I know how it feels to hold a blank page in your palm
To not able to hear the words parading in rhymes
To not able to see your thoughts growing
And blooming just like a scented carmine rose
As if your metaphors are fearful to come out
In the dark den of your subconscious mind
Those verses and poems that are hard to conceive
Like knitting your golden scarf, halfway losing entangled
But it's okay, don't compel your pen to bleed
Pause for a while, learn to feel your words in the void
Who knows at your silent mode you can initiate a better version of your lost words
It's not over yet to spilled your ink
Be patient, soon the blank page will be filled
With a dazzling stardust of your finest words
For once, I was there wearing the same dull clothes
of inkless verse like yours
Somehow I didn't stop strumming my words until it find their way to carve the lost chords in me
So as my dried ink set ablaze and lit again
I hope and believe that one day your words will ignite like mine
Yours truly,
DaisyFor once, I was there wearing the same dull clothes of inkless verse like yours,
Somehow I didn't stop strumming my words until it find their way to carve the lost chords in me
So as my dried ink set ablaze and lit again
©dishang8614 -
What are you scared of darling when you got love in the lover
if not love, poetry would definitely
treat you right
if not lovers, who would have made
a tragedy admirable
if not death, what would have
saved you from living in hell
if not fate, what would you blame
for the outrageous chaos
if not pain, what would have
made you aware of yourself
if not writer, who would have taught you
the significance of heartbeat
©fairytales_ -
Even tho promises are meant to be broken it still hurts when they are forgotten
©fairytales_ -
If you choose to write writing would come back to you definitely
How I'm I supposed to write?
when I, myself is struggling
to jot down the pen
to someone who is going through the
the same phase as me
yet,
writing a letter to you would be decent
way to reap this heavy writer's block
section.
Would you write to me a letter?
mentioning every
tiny detail of anxiety
pressure, prick
how you want to inscribe
something, anything, everything
but, your pen collapse in frustration
wither just like an old letter
written by pencils, Are you trying to detect
the pink cloud at nights
paper sink in the river of desperation
blue ink-covered your whole essence
you are blurred like a forgotten lover,
hopeless like one-sided love
It's been days,
I'm afraid it might take months
or maybe a year,
would you wither
just like a fear
after massive thunderstorms
or would you rain?
after all,
to you,
to me
and
to all the writers out there,
if writing came naturally to you
just trust yourself
you'd come back with a loud bang
writing would come back to you
the way you choose to write
besides all the things
you could have done
to survive
just like a moist monsoon after
shinny summer
You'd be able to pour
your heart again,
Sometimes your own' writings
disappoints you,
you write
you delete
you repeat
you yell, you scream
You aren't sure,
You aren't confident
Let just consider
writer's block as your lover
would you stop loving?
just cause you aren't feeling good
about the way he is treating you
just cause he is doing exactly
the opposite of what he said
In the end,
we are all humans
there are consequences
for every
known and unknown
action and reaction
there are ways, different ways
if not, your genre
write about your opposite genre
you'd be surprised
or you'd make a surprise
©fairytales_
2077/12/29
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