Miraquill
THomAs SaYs
When we get closer, you indite so elaborately,
Regarded as means of expression,
Worth more than love in reality,
A combination of visible and meaningful impressions
Deep down ThomAs calls me shades of inkings,
As I rule in the land of my words
With time I seems to forget about ThomAs
Not knowing how I become a titular of my own kingdom (words)
The words come alive in human form to acts
Alphabets, words, rhymes acts like a queen;
Wanting to be the king......but ThomAs fought in the stead of it's maker
Saying howbeit........wait for me master
Thomas kept lingering and running to the direction where I thought
Where I was being imprisoned by rhymes and words
ThomAs always acting like a knight all about, SaYs
My inkings comes from you master
And ThomAs said, Master, I became a Bishop
Just for me to say......you're still my shades of inkings
Then I woke up just to see ThomAs smiling at me
And He SaYs much love to you Master
©loptar
loptar
God first better days ahead even the good bad and ugly side it will still get better keep going keep striving to be you
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To all the poet who experience writers block, ThomAs SaYs
You're my shades of inkings -
An adrenaline tingling joy
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A RIGHT we all know
Which brings tingling colours -
let me be your shooting star, to skyrocket your light
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#first_time#
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This was how my first ever hearing seems as.
Having been shamed of my voice, since when I was a kid.
I couldn't have the effrontery to sing out loud again
So I prefer singing alone to my hearing
Until I found solace in the strings of organs
Not until I took the #first_step# to my very first hearing
And ever since then, it has always been amazing
*We shouldn't let anyone shame us of our talent, but we should work on ourselves and give them a better version of who we are and what we are about to do*
#proudly_singer#.STRINGS OF ORGANS
Even with the calmest string of cords, just being indifferent was just a metamorphic feeling
The bravest of all is also down with the biggest fear of all
Each stage sounded like a mystic wave of silent stream
I had thought sounds and effect, vibes like a chords of strings
Like a pool of words,was what I thought lyrics should flow
With a synced optimistic evaluated déjà vu squash, I thought the strings were to be my solace place
Each motions of flattering white and black keys, brought a tingling feeling of hope
Yes, it made it sound, hope
A glint of the orchestrated jungle organ, rejuvenate the other me
To the beautiful world of lyrics and words, I found a solace to rest on.
©loptar -
In a dignified moment, a still cries whilst for hope
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Next life, is being an imaginary sculptured life mortals do imagine.
Reviews are so much opened under the comment section ������
Thank you guys����������NEXT LIFE
Sojourner is my name
Buzzling, stitching and ready to take up the momentous challenge is what I do
Lost to make a vivid imagination reality is a territorial implement that makes me a sojourner
I found a new exciting set up mission
Like a stream of a peaceful wave rolling by, I dive into the heart of the vision
Being so cold and determinant, I found a toxic feeling which keeps pulling me
Like a sojourner, I walked into it without fears
I made a step into, only for me to find out, why I was a mediocre in the first place
With just a whilstful dream of being a sojourner, I took in my pledge to the very last minute of my breathe -
A ruckus battle
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jumping the old cuticled hanged burden
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It's been a long way, without miraquill already������
Hope am welcomed back to the street of words back again������
I just had to drop it, I miss you guys
A worse ailment that drains and kill like a pint gradually
It runs faster and sting down to create a chaos
Leaving a cruel and mundane memory
Rocking of like a lullbay just as a cold shrill voice accompanys it
A long last freedom is what they waited for, does it really exist
As I made way back to the cuddle the syndrome of my fear.
#wod
#free_verse
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#podSIGH!
OH SIGH!!
MY LOST FREEDOM AGAIN
For one moment, I squash like a bird
For the second juggler, the wave should be a companion
As I lie towards the heaven, for a third session, will I ever be me.
©loptar
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Read MoreTHIRTEEN SEASONS OF MY METAPHORS : TERMS AND CONDITIONS MAY APPLY
4.MONONOAWARE
Sometimes you feel like a clear sky where the virgin clouds meander gently while tasting the concord grapes of nature and naivety. But i, a caged bird, far away from the lapland and liaison with a bowl of safflower seeds and dead mealworms but crave to kiss your lips on a summer day.
Sometimes you feel like a home where humans are always being welcomed by the curtains, doormats, flower vases, room lamps, mirrors and armchairs with a bouquet of chrysanthemums and mayflowers. But i, a rotten corpse, from the graveyard of your megalopolis, can't be greeted to the home.
Sometimes you feel like a Shakespearean sonnet where the three quatrains festoon the bare body of autumn and the couplet is adorned as an anklet. But i, a blank verse with the taste of sour tangerines, embraced by the autumn, but covered with the crunchy leaves of September without waving its hands to the syllables.
Sometimes you feel like a cornbread made up of flour, butter, milk, eggs and sugar ; served on a richly decorated tray with a fork and knife. But i, a tablespoon, dangling from the spoon holder of someone's kitchen, neither needed by you nor abutted by your fingers.
Sometimes you feel like a lovestory of Mark Antony and Cleopatra, scribbled by an English playwright William Shakespeare, praiseworthy and pulchritudinous. But i, a mannequin from a department store, covered by a wig on my head to hide my baldness and a electric blue floral embroidered gown on my body. You and i, two lines of same universe, neither parallel nor intersected, far away from each other, different, divergent and like chalk & cheese.
//I'm not asking to be your cloud, neither i want to be your syllable nor i want to be the Cleopatra of your play, but let's meet someday ; i want to steal metaphors for my next poetries, they're becoming untenanted now-a-days//
©Bidya B.
(MONONOAWARE- the awareness of the impermanence of things)
#13metaphorsbybidya #sometimes #heart.
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Sometimes
I’m a poet
Sometimes
I’m a daydreamer
Sometimes
I’m both
Words dancing magically through my soul
When I’m quiet they softly nudge me
Words chasing words holding hands we go
Daydreams are vivid travels in my mind
They take me to beautiful places unknown
Their world is all mine
For sometimes I’m a poet
-Tamara Dowell -
miraquill
1w
Read MoreI am not asking how many items are on your to-do list, nor asking how many items are in your inbox. I want to know how your heart is doing, at this very moment. Tell me. Tell me your heart is joyous, tell me your heart is aching, tell me your heart is sad, tell me your heart craves a human touch. Examine your own heart, explore your soul, and then tell me something about your heart and your soul.
– Omid Safi
--Today, write a poem or prose starting with the phrase "I am not asking"--
Tag with #heart and share.
#wodHeart
Have you had a heart- to- heart talk with someone you love lately?
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miraquill
22w
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The Collom lune is a tercet (three-line poem) and has 3 words in the first line, 5 in the second, and 3 in the third. There are no other rules.
--Today, write a Collom lune poetry, using one of the following words as one of your keywords:--
Butterfly
Autumn
Poem
Tag with #collomlune and share.
#wodCollom lune poetry
Fireflies weave light
threads through corn, bean fields.
Sparkling tapestry rises.
—Willy -
miraquill
23w
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No one can make you feel
inferior without your consent.
– Roosevelt
An epigram is a short , concise statement often humorous, witty and satirical in nature. It is mostly written about a commonplace thought adding a clever twist at the end.
--Today , write a creative and uplifting epigram.--
Tag with #epigram and share.
#wodEpigram
Let's tap into our witty sides.
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inkandfable670
23w
Read More#epigram
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Many thanks to you for the read and kind repost.
A big thanks for liking my four write ups back to back.
You made my day....I'm elated and honoured ������Sometimes
Sometimes, it's good to
stand amidst storm
to find how many dead
leaves fall on ground.
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blackshadezs
23w
Read More~First love always alive and lives all the time in your heart. How much you try to forget it never goes away from your heart. It's always something special~
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@miraquill @writersnetwork #firsttime #ceesreposts #wod #podMy first love
We met first time
On the internet
3 days before Christmas
I was in mango city (salem)
Escaping High school
Dropping out
Popping pills
Living hard
You were in banglore
Land of gardens and IT hub
Everything you said to me
Was like a love story
It's stuck a chord
My phone became
My lifeline
My phones became you,
Laying behind empty field
Behind minyards at midnight
A lifetime ago
Drinking coffee
From the flask
With warm chips
Leaving 100+ voice mails
Of me talking nonsense
I found you saved them
Did you know you saved me ?
I spent my first savings
On plane ticket to see you
A few hours together
After a year of long distance
Soul connection
Hand written letter in the mailbox
Every day without fail
Excessive to some
But I had never know love,
Sleeping next to you for the first time
Was the highlight of my life
I didn't imagine you,
Even once told me it was
Too good to be true,
You were real
I had never heard you voice,
But I understood,
You just as sacred as me
To open up and be rejected is,
The most terrifying thing,
We promised that would never happen
Was started as an Idea,
Become my entire future,
All that I really live for
Running away from familiarity
And into your laps indefinitely
Was the best decision I made.
Day passed year changed
You moved out for someother person.
After 6years you came back
Messaged me "I got married,how are you?"
My eyes filled with tears
My mouth went little up smile
Thanks for giving bittter sweet tears
And beautiful memories.
©blackshadezs -
writersbay
23w
Read MoreGood Afternoon! 🌼
Today, write about the beginning of something. Start your write-up with the phrase “It begins with” and let your imagination flow.
Tag and share with #itbeginscThe corruption begins with the mouth
the tongue, the wanting.
The first poem in the world
is I want to eat.
– Where it begins, Erica Jong -
crogers180
24w
Read MorePerhaps, forgiveness is a spiritual way in which we care for ourselves. It protects us from
the pain of bitterness, disdain, and apathy...
We are made to love, and when something blocks that flow of love, we are usually the ones
who suffer the most.
@writersbay #forgivenesscI wear the coat
of forgiveness
to keep my heart
from getting cold.
©crogers180 -
thoughtsprocess
24w
Read More#audience #wod
@writersnetwork Thank you so much for the kind repost ��Dear readers,
A writer doesn't belong
to any other planet
He lives with you
He breathes the same air
He writes about his own experiences
And he does express
what he observes around him
Sometimes he tells his own story
Sometimes he narrates
someone else's life
We are sailing in the same boat
A writer does have his
fears and insecurities
He has his dreams too, just like you
He deals with them through his creations
When he pours out his heart on paper,
he tries to get rid of all the negativity
he bears within
He wants to fill the voids of his heart
with positivity and hope
He wants to make himself free from
the bondages of his own misbelief
He unties the tangling threads
of his emotions while weaving verses
He solves puzzles of his life
while portraying characters of his story
Everyone is fighting a battle
Everyone finds different ways
to face difficulties
Everyone invents a new weapon
to tackle the adversities
We all need shoulders to lean upon
and cry loudly
We all need someone who hears us
without judging
We all crave for someone who loves
us unconditionally
We all try to hide what we are going through
Yet we want someone who can read
our eyes and see the pain
hidden behind the smile
We are members of one family
who shares the secrets and
cares for one another
who prays for one another
silently
©thoughtsprocess
