Miraquill
Cowboy
I fell in love with a country boy, he shattered my heart and it was the sweetest pain Ive ever felt.
©kmt_poetry
kmt_poetry
A soul feels what it feels.
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kmt_poetry
16w
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And she wrapped her sparkling soul
Around my heart.
With time to spare.
Oh!
Her soul was soft
And warm
A bright light amid
Terrible darkness
Outshining
The darkest of the Universe.
Her eyes.
Oh her colorful eyes!
Twinkled on every occassion
Sadness didnt deter those beautiful
Green irises.
Oh!
How they Sparkled.
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kmt_poetry
36w
My vices keep calling my name.
But I dont want to be filled with shame again.
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kmt_poetry
37w
I think a part of Love is finding the most compatable of vices and melding them together to make memories.
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kmt_poetry
45w
Im a soul
Stuck in a human body
Limited to earthly beliefs
Where time creeps
Spirit inside me
I ride the life
Guided to me
With a soul
That has experienced
Much more
Than the fateless bore
Of human limitation.
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kmt_poetry
46w
I'd love to adhere to the standards of society
But my mind wont rest
Til my soul is not a lie to me
Anymore.
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kmt_poetry
49w
The ones who take the pain in silence are the ones you should be afraid of.
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kmt_poetry
49w
Happy, healthy, and melting into you.
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kmt_poetry
49w
Rebuild
Rebuild after rebuild. I will always stand tall after a fall. Ive come to know that all that is on the other side of pain is strength. You just have to push through. You do that enough times you begin to rely upon that strength. Look forward to it. Know that it will always be there.
Some people are terrified to fall and rebuild. They think its just better to keep going, even though they are not happy.
I refuse. I will not put up with unhappiness just because. I am not required to. I will fall and rebuild as many times as it takes for me to be where I want to be.
I look forward to the day I dont have to rebuild. But for now, I will continue to grow.
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kmt_poetry
50w
So you know the saying curiosity killed the cat?
Well curiosity teamed up with anxiety and took all my nine lives.
And I still have no answers.
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whitewings
21w
There's a strange peace in destroying yourself. In damaging the person who couldn't stand up for themselves, who couldn't speak and reiterate their boundaries. A strange comfort in punishing yourself for the mistakes of others as well as your own self. To know that there's one person who'll always be available to bear the brunt of all the guilt and anger, for the hardships and abuse suffered by you. Doesn't matter if that person too, is you.
©whitewings -
almamalvada
41w
Don't tell the serenity,
About the abyss of sore.
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penkin
37w
Stacking dreams in heart,
I'm enlarging my dossier.
Hope is my curator,
For the intangible inventories.
Right moments are the wick,
That lights up the stacked dreams.
Life comes to vicinity,
Transforming dreams into reality
©penkin -
Poetry is the holocaust of damned souls.
~fame~
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meghaa_
56w
Read MoreI'm a carrier of a gypsy heart. I belong to a land of satin town draped in starry laces far from the garden suburbs. I've seen more than cotton candy clouds and silky skies from love songs. I'm breathing in rose-tinted aesthetics with each passing sunset. My smiles are the happiest shade of pink under the napalm skies . I belong to an era of forgotten folktales and and blue poetries. I've written us promises on seashells for more than a sea breeze's time. As May stops to caress my heart with nostalgia, I run past old autumns to embrace cheap fernwehs. I'm more than artistic bohemian among pandemic-scented lanes, I'm a july jamboree in the run. I was born among the fading constellations and I etch your name on the same. I'm a beatnik lover. I've painted wooden fences in hues of rainbow yet I don't long to live in my old sunburnt cottage . I'm seeking you in strangest of places. I'm falling in love under the blue sky. We're finding home in each others cherry-stained heartbreaks and cliché summer poems. I believe in loving you for another forever, in a different realm.
~M e g h a | To gypsy lovers
#to_lovers #meg_wn.
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wisteria_
66w
Read MoreWould you have waited for me,
If I promised to come soon?
Maybe I'm in the wrong life,
But did you see me before?
Was I too late?
Wasn't I?
Late.
Will you remember that minute for me?
I almost felt something.He had a leaf in his hand, it appeared to me, he had held a whole autumn in that hand. He never smiled that much, for smiles are for those, who either hide their pain, or live without realising theirs. He was a normal being, someone who worked fairly well, someone who closed his eyes, when something in his earphones reminded him of something that never was, or something that never could be.
He never met my eyes, I never made myself visible. He passed beside me, like wind. I knew him all too well for a moment, and that moment always flew away too soon. I didn't dare utter a word to him. Would he look at me with his eyes that probably held back uncountable tears, would those tears stare into my bleakness and make me feel weak. You see, I'm a normal being too. A straight gaze will reveal too much is veiled.
Some pleasant day, winds tricked the sky to rain. I cried. He just looked up, with his eyes closed. He looked like a puddle formed after too many rains. I didn't tell anyone, I clicked a picture that day. Funny, and sad, how pictures never age, as much as the person does. How pictures remind you the same, even if the person grows more stranger than before.
There are stars in the sky, usually when I look for a face that could have looked like a feeling. Did I tell you, I run low on feelings? I stare at him, and think, if he could have smiled? Maybe, smiled at me? And before my mind drags me back to the labyrinth of wistfulness, I look back at stars, and then those eyes. Maybe that'll be enough for one life? A picture to stare at. A picture, which looks like a feeling I'll never own. A picture, he'll never know about. -
ridhiiii
60w
Read MorePOV of an earthquake.
Okay this is lame, I know.
Was highly temp.
#disaster
@writersnetwork, you a cutie, thankss(11)��❤️.
They say I'm a destruction,
They forbid my cries for help,
They call me a catastrophe
A taker of lives and a giver of pain.
Millions of years ago, I too was whole,
Love bloomed across the edges of my soul,
I was the entire world, the flowers, my heart,
The animals, my happiness.
There was a time, when I used to smile,
Until the massacre happened,
And divided me into 7 parts, my faith,
Told me, to wait patiently,
But now I, try to move, little by little,
Drowning the numbness within, but
When I move ahead, I hear the human cries,
Lives lost and buildings destroyed and,
The sparkle I own, shatters, inch by inch,
Cursing me and my beloved.
They call me a disaster, a wreckage,
But they don't understand my pain,
My love is on the other side of the oceans,
Waiting to cuddle me close,
Until we're one again.
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artemiswrites
59w
Read More@writersnetwork #writersnetwork @mirakee #mirakee #pod #beauty #wod
@writersnetwork Thank you so much for the repost!������
This poem is really close to my heart :")If you ask me to describe Beauty,
I'll not tell you that she looks like
solitaire diamonds and perfectly shaped crystals,
I'll tell you that she looks like
pebbles smoothened, lovingly by an old meandering river into shapeless marvels instead.
If you ask me to tell you where Beauty lives,
I'll not tell you that she lives in the folds of
exquisite gold silk robes and expensive wool,
I'll tell you that she lives in the coarse
fabric of the sweater that your aunt knit for you,
painstakingly with fibres of love.
If you ask me if I've ever seen Beauty,
I'll not tell you that I've seen her in young, supple, spotless skin,
I'll tell you that I've seen her
in the noble wrinkles of the old
and hardworking
instead.
If you ask me if I've ever heard Beauty's voice,
I'll not tell you that I've heard her sing in
lofty ceilinged auditoriums, that demand
coin in exchange for music,
I'll tell you that I've heard her in the free song
of the Nightingale and the wild call of the
Whistling Thrush.
When you ask me what Beauty means to me,
I'll sing to you about the dim glow of fireflies,
I'll celebrate them more than starry skies,
I'll write about the caress of my grandmother's
linen handkerchiefs and the embrace of my
mother's smile,
I'll talk about the ones whose first instinct is to
be kind...
I'll glorify the simple things in life, for they are often the most
beautiful.
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mbwrites
71w
Priorities will change someday or the other. When people meet or find something better, or when they start getting bored, they'll find reasons to let you go.
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cutiecute
71w
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#MYSELF
Myself
I heal myself
Because nobody heals it for u.
I consult myself
Because no-one will understand.
I get cure myself
Because I don't believe in precautions.
I make strong myself
Because nobody cares about it.
I ruined myself
Because my heart fails to get the truth.
I make sure myself
Because there's no one around.
I make happy myself
Because nobody does it for me.
Yes I still exists
Because each and every human
Can't be considered
As coward.
I still exists
And iam proud of it.©cutiecute
