Miraquill
Your tears are often humiliated
By the number of times
You flipped the pages of the past
Only to hurt yourself again
@josephjoy
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josephjoy
18w
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Tell me, how
many times will
you bury your
soul in the soil of pain
to let the plant of sadness bloom?
@d_healer writer✍️ -
I MISS THE SPIRIT GHOSTING MY PAST
I built my walls with the bricks of fear
I heard the loud whispers telling me to leave
Silence was my weapon for survival
Yet, the shadows of the past appeared in silence
The echoes are louder
The scars are deeper
But the stars are still calling
©josephjoy -
Abandoned house
My imaginations visited the streets of the past
She found scars staring into her eyes
My walls of strength have become weak
She found her butterflies of fears
Painted on the walls of hopelessness
Her windows of pains is rusted
She misplaced the keys to the door of life
©josephjoy -
josephjoy
50w
The bride of my dreams
A bucket of difference
Filled with flames of beauty
A store of exceptionality
Knitted with uniqueness
She is storms the battlefield a warrior
She wins the war in my heart
©josephjoy -
josephjoy
54w
LoVe LeTtErS tO mInE
DEAR MINE
My folder of screenshots is filled with happiness
See the vibrant colors of your name
Painted on the wall of my camera
Listen to the constant visitors
Greeting you with audible voices through the window of images
This is the gallery of my heart,
Hosting you forever.
©josephjoy -
Lines from the corridor of a lover
I am the laughter
That strolled into the street of your heart
I am the author
who did not write a book to get the right one
I am the soldier
Who won all wars without a gun
I am the tablet
The doctor's never prescribed
I am the scissors
Decorated to inaugurate the pages of your heart
@josephjoy -
WHEN HEROES CRY
Our land have turned barren
The cloud no longer ushers in the rain
Our tears have become the rain
Our land have turned barren
The trees have stopped dancing
Even the wind is frighten
Our voices are mute
The sword at night
Bullets during the day
Our land have turned barren
Yet, we harvest the fruit of hunger
The blood of the innocent
Flows through the veins of the land
Crying for justice
The sand of the land is angry
It spits out venom,
When will the people raise?
©josephjoy -
josephjoy
56w
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Spit the flames of accusations
Pour them into words
let her self esteem gallop like zig zag lines
Her morality added to the Punctuation marks
Of questions with no full stop
She held the fragrance of constant fear
Her courage gradually tiptoed out of their words
She drowns in the blur images of words
Painted on the walls of the society
Her fingers crossed themselves
Waiting for the day, this will come to an end
@mirakeeworld @writersnetwork @poetryandpauses @writersthoughtLINES from HER CORRIDOR
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josephjoy
62w
I raise a toast to my emotions
At the round table of love
I engage the spirit of commitment
Pour me a glass full of YES I WILL
I'll gulp down every drop
When the liquor is YOU
Permit me to get DRUNK
@josephjoy
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yamini_sinha
14w
Read More#miraquill #writersnetwork #february
@writersnetwork thank you so so much ♥️February
February feels like
The first drop of fresh rains
Infusing in my being,
The fragrances of flowery primrose,
Like the full moon,
I blossom with the fiery passion
Then waning into nothingness,
Dying to live again
©yamini_sinha -
iam_ssk
18w
Read More#painter
"I Took A Rugged Piece Of
My Dying Soul To Be My Canvas.
I Broke A Cracked Part Of
My Shattering Body To Be
My Color Palette.
I Extracted The ���������� Of
The Absence Of My Light
To Be My Strength.
I Snaffled The ���������� Hues Of
Faith Of My Innocence
To Be My Safe Abode.
I Expelled The ������ Of
My Blood To Be The Fire
Of My Burning Passion.
I Stole The �������� Of
My Serene Sky To Be
The Compassion Of My Dreams.
I Grasped The ������������ Of
My Fading Sunset To Be
My Long Awaited Joy.
I Extracted The ������������ Of
My Autumn Leaves To Be
The Promise Of My Spring.
I Clasped The ���������� Of
My Parched Skin To Be
My Tender Touch Of Warmth.
I Seek The �������� Of
My Euphoria To Be
The Adoration Of My Care.
I Yearn The ���������� Of
My Perishing Hopes To Be
The Bridge Of My Surviving Growth.
I Am The ������������ Of
Royalty Of The Breathing
Poetess That Died In Mystery."
©������_������
@writersnetwork
@miraquill
@writersbay// I Struggle To Paint
The Portrait Of My Existence,
For It's Still Void Under The Covers. //
©_ -
unspokenpen1927
26w
Read More#rhyme (may be) #wod #darling_repost
@writersnetwork @miraquill
Thanks a lot @writersnetwork for the ❤
And thank you so much @writersnetwork for your kind repost❤(7)~Snowflakes~
//Snowflakes are the stars on the earth
It Melts with the summers warm breath
It is the cold heart of the winters
And darling let us stick together like those fragile snowflakes
And your touch would break me into the
Millions of diamonds//
©unspokenpen1927 -
kairos_
50w
Read MoreOnce doors that
opened willingly with a smile
now creaked alone
watching years fly by
begging me to leave
like I did before
How I wished
to smell the lost times,
whiffs of which
stayed in the wardrobe
rotten now inside out
like my worn out mind
giving up
Stepping on the floor without care
each tile yelled about
little fingers crawling
working feet rushing
aging bodies limping
I could hear them well,
without any recognition
Paints on the wall
falling off bit by bit,
commemorating the ones
that left and my return,
loved ones that stayed
questioned my loyalty
albeit in a frame
Shouldering my past,
my knees crumbled like
those old pillars,
windows welcomed me
with a caressing wind and
a stench of familiarity,
both, I once abandoned
a stranger I became which I always was,
in my broken home.
- T.S.
#abandoned
#wod
@writersnetwork Thank you for the welcome. Hoping that your team has been alright.
@mirakee Grateful to you too. Thanks for making our lives, readers and writers alike a tad bit better.Homesick.
"left to come back,
right to stay and not.
correcting times and wrongs,
forgetting right paths." -
the_frozenn_heart
55w
Read MoreFreedom is the liberation of
heart and soul from the dim sea
of blood flowing in savage race,
where peace settle on naked skin
and let gulfs shred off, to break
the chains of labelled facades.
Freedom is the belief of northern stars
twinkling sovereignty on the outskirts
of cities drifting in dust lately,
where existence choose a name
to puff veins in gloom and dark,
before the constellations of
human thoughts drown in rivalries.
Freedom is the longest flight
of acceptance, often crossed by
struggling hopes from ancient times,
where rebellions were led and
womens paid breaths for dignity,
toil'd of burning charcoal and sunshine
end was same, death was close
yet achieving freedom was the
only work of noble note.
Freedom is a panacea in sabotage
raining equality over margins
left untravelled,
where rain and rainbows give
voice to our free hearts and free foreheads,
where I seek freedom in the
eternal moment of silence,
to hoard myself rather than prisoned tales.
~Purva
#silence
@squared I came back xd
@san_wordzz an attempt
*Welcome Back Purva*.
