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Now that you are here no more
The nights are longer than before.
lovesunflower20
This is just a simple story About sunflower loving sunshine ��
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lovesunflower20
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All the time- I am wrapped in a dazzling light, and find the truth behind everything!
I-hid the love within my heart,
And lit the laughter in my eyes,
That when we meet you may not know
My love that never dies-Memories wash over me more and more again today,
You were like the sky- in my darkest times, you’re my burning light
Over the edge- that my mind is breathing in
Heartless-Burning the bridge that keeps us
If there was a world,Where you could live forever!
I can't deny the dead
That is deep within our soul
That yearning for the better life
Where love is not a word
But something real
I know you've heard about
That world beyond the unbounded
Where you never have to die!
Nothing than a unforgettable memory
Loneliness that became a habit
Everything seems meaningless- so accept madness too?
©lovesunflower20
#madness
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lovesunflower20
2w
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Every little breath-Across the ocean
Heart holding thousand misfortunes
Petals fall like snow, Spring has turned to fall
Where are you when nights grow cold
I-am missing you!
See the sunlight shading grey sky
City lights blurring into colors don't know why
Sadness starts to rise- oh my broken heart still aches so much in these lonely summer nights
Take away the heart from me
To somewhere love don’t exist!
A million times- You can tell me lies, you can make me cry!
Tears- they are like the footprints of heart
My life begins and ends Trapped in love!
©lovesunflower20
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Things you said at(3)am
Some dreams feel good
When you don't open your eyes
But like most dreams..they live traces
Even after waking up.
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lovesunflower20
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echo of lonely summer
This afternoon- the East Wind
blew my heart, down into an empty halo
fingerprints had worn grooves into the surface
In the Cloud Recesses, a harmonious song fo lonely summer echoes,
As I miss the old days, that tipsiness lingers
Youthful memories brimming with silent warmth
In another life- I remember weepingTears fall from the sky
I have accidentally created something new that is- bookmark But imagine what else I can do!
Can't budge mountains
Can't make flowers bloom
Can't heal the wounds
What else can I do?
The rain in the treatise
In the a deep blue sky
is diving deep into my heartache
I- ignite the light in the summer night
The whole world is like a painting perfect
And the wind brushed against my old- bookmark
Summer Time, Under the Sun
The dead leaves are bitterly carried by the wind
And they flow by, just as my heart weeps.
©lovesunflower20
#bookmark ����Placing a pressed flower as a bookmark,
Like that, a bundle of sunlight is pushing its way towards me now
Someday, I'll forget about today-echo of lonely summer.
~sunflower -
lovesunflower20
2w
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Day by day
To my dear poetess,
You said-Think of me whenever the flowers bloom
Surpass infinity- as you and I swing,On our secret wings
I hope that you will never forget
That your smile is the sun- Your voice opens the curtains and makes my heart quiver,
As i strongly take a breath in the same air as you
The truth melted when I read your book!
Even the solid veil became a light
That wrapped beautifully around us as we became one connected by the words!
Chase after your emotions at low speed
Gather stories of resolve- As it is I’ll only share things with you
Flowers, birds, wind, the moon
Even the fragrant flowers will scatter
The moon fades after it is full
The plentiful scent of the changing seasons...day by day
I will love you- Forever and ever and ever
Only you can take my heart
Dear my poetess- I crossed thousand miles
You burning in my heart immortalization
If you look back you'll see me in the waves
You are the reason- I'm breathing day by day.
©lovesunflower20
#poetDear poet
Love is everything you said it was. -
After the rain
Walk slowly on the path
Softly through the grass-After the the rain,
I-thought I had forgotten,
But it all came back again
To-night with the first summer thunder,In a rush of rain.
Weather gripping the earth
And lightning scrawled on the skyline
And when the Sun comes out,
After the Rain- on a summer night
Like a rain shower that passes without an warning
I’m sure I’ll fall in love again- after the rain.
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Insanity
it all became so lovely
Those bluest skies above me,
Why?
Those funny feelings I had never felt before I met you!
Maybe I'm not alone?
Why life is too short!
The tears of a child- why no one notice
And a heart full of misery and shattered dreams ….?
In- the maze without an end...Why do we still breathe?
Why Sorrow made me「Hate myself 」
When I was a little girl- I told my mother that i saw monster under my bed but why didn't she believe me yet?
Oh earthly skies- why do i feel like i should cry?
©lovesunflower20 -
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A week of misery
The refreshing chirps of the birds
The flying purple butterflys
The cool breeze blowing over the beautiful flowers,
The week never blow away the moonlight
the blue silk turns into frost
write down a whisper Protect a heart,
On top of mountains and cloud
Sea of tree and abyss of peach
Suddenly my week turned to ashes,
Listening to the sounds of problem
Knocking against whose melancholy
The yearning feeling to take a little break - Forgetting how long the night of the weekend,
Only willing to be crazy
This unexpected dream- of haze of blossoming
In my heart- In my memories, tears soak the misery.
©lovesunflower20
#week maybe
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Grateful to my moon
Your my happiest poetry
I've written
All verses
Between the layer of lilac moon
Your purple shine with my shadowy soul
Like the song moonchild
Love is you and you are my beloved moon.
©lovesunflower20 -
Somewhere across the seven sea
Though I embrace you with arms dyed red
I offer tears illuminated yellow to the moon
It’s fine if the blueprints that flowed out of the dream I painted that time
Are a little different today
I’m sure we can meet again someday on the journey of our reconnected love.
©lovesunflower20
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heartsease
1w
Read MoreI'm not asking why -
Poets are the remnants of catastrophes
because I've witnessed the same,
tragedies of lost love and broken friend-
-ships, of 3am macabre(s) and obsolete
memories.
I'm not asking either to
understand their pain or to hear echoes of
their past histories because when poets
are hurt they don't bleed red, they carry sun-
flowers in their blood, it leaks yellow, they
reek of hope and paint words in oceanic
hues for their miseries to drown and elope.
I'm not asking to believe in a poet
when they say I'm alive because they often
forget to mention "I'm alive in words
and exist to be dead in the grave of poetries".
Their poems speak of love and forevers
but their heart pants to hear its beauty,
they walk through the boulevards of
lexicons and gets trapped in the home of agony.
I'm asking to never rely on a poet
because they don't own anything but
live on everything borrowed,
borrowed from the hidden casket of
Nature. Their metaphors and adjectives,
the smell of their love and their world
that often times look imaginative.
~Purva
#heart #poet
@writersnetwork you've my heart already ♡.
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unspokenpen1927
1w
Read More#poet #darling_ec
Thank u so much @miraquill for the back to back EC! Much grateful❤POET
She is an intoxicated poet,
Who gulps the melancholic
metaphors,wilting spring
and sonnetic summer
She is an intoxicated poet,
Made up of cosmic stardust,
Crushed stars and the crippled
Pink skies
She is an intoxicated poet,
Who paints her broken
heart with the blue hues
And aching acrostic
And darling
She is an intoxicated poet
Cursed by the l o v e &
Embraced by the v e r s e s.
©unspokenpen1927 -
"A poet is the one who
forms reality even more
than the living man."
______Sometimes through
the magical phrase
that catches the breath
sometimes through
the immortal spirit
that creates out of skylit
A L T A F -
Poet ?
I know not, what being a poet means
Just group words, as my mind please
Dishing out fictional and semi-fictional stories
Or combining rhyme, rhythm and raw imageries
Painting this world with alphabets
Coloring parts that I love or reject
With hues pastel, bright or murky
Depicting emotions quite earthly
Sometimes, I love writing in an active voice
I - This nominative pronoun is used by choice
I believe that "I" provides much more impact
Making stories appear as a reality or a fact
Readers think that the stories I tell are my live's truth
A writer in me wins when my work is thus misconstrued
Life isn't all gung-ho and fair to me
It serves me too the bitter black tea
But, my pen can bleed the sweetness as per my whims
Giving respite, from the life's unsavory gloomy happenings
Whatever doesn't happen as a fact
Shouldn't I enjoy li'l, inking just that ?
After all why do I have words and pen as my friends ?
To prod painful reality or employ them for happy ends
I know not, what being a poet means
Just group words, as my mind please
Dishing out fictional and semi-fictional stories
Or combining rhyme, rhythm and raw imageries.
©ira_neer ✍️ May 10, 2022 -
Sunflower
The Summer sun shines
Sunflower stems sway and dance
Blooming season's here
Colossal flowers
Court the scorching beams, donning
robes yellow and brown
Droop forlorn at dusk
Joyous heads lift up to light
Circadian rhythm
©ira_neer ✍️ May 10, 2022 -
sproutedseeds
1w
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@writersnetwork thank you for the repost ❤️POET(ess)
She wraps around her, the nature
in the colourful spring
Inhales the joy
Exhales in words.... being a poetess.
Sometimes when her thoughts
get frozen with the winter breeze
she shivers and words wither like
falling leaves...being a poetess.
She brings life to many dead thoughts
in a calm, serene manner with
rhythmic instruments playing
soothing musical notes of assurance,
the breath of hope
is pumped...being a poetess.
She speaks to everything around her
sometimes vent out her emotions
poignantly, sometimes in just one line
and many a time recites a story on
the rhyming track with a hidden message
to hunt....being a poetess.
She is a normal human with wider
perspectives of the world seen through the
telescope of life.
©sproutedseeds
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love_whispererr
1w
Read MoreLovers, Lunatics and poets are made of same stuff.
_Bhagat singh
#poet
Thank you so much @writersnetwork ��About a poet
...
a poet she is
gulps cities, skies, seas
stars, sounds, smells & sights
as her metaphors and syllabifies
summers, soapworts & strawberries
while brewing iced mocha with scars.
a poet she is
springing on the sycamore of
naivety, nights & night jasmines
while embroidering the corsage of
snowflakes with her solitude,
smiles, similes and serendipity.
~of paradigm, paradox and poets || bidya -
You cannot rekindle the Ash
I'm not a phoenix, but an Albatross.
©gj_elev -
Sometimes you feel like the sky,
who starts painting the canvas of life
with colours of the rising Sun
and folding the carpet of hope
with the setting Sun
Your thoughts float in your mind,
changing their shapes like clouds
move in the Sky
Each and every night you stud your eyes
with the stars of dreams and
your heart shines and
smiles like the Moon
You feel like
you have become
a mere spectator like the Sky
who has been witnessing
all these magical things
without reacting
©thoughtsprocess -
Sometimes you feel like
a writer, bereft of words
metaphors lost in your verses
and musings detached,
with quilling inks stop
dripping halfway through
misting insights and imageries.
-Niv
