Miraquill
Will Newman,
Cynical and rebellious yet a virtuous artisan;
Carrying an unbearable hopeless affliction in his lungs,
Taught the world around to be "fearless & free" youngs.
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lucy08
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Read MoreThe character here is "Will Newman" from "Five Feet Apart"..... a story that I forever carry in my heart.❤
#clerihew #wod
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lucy08
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Writing....after such a longtime��
Sorry for not being able to keep up with all the beautiful writeups.��
THE CHOICE
Nothing's free in this lifespan...
Be it a lesson or a prized possession;
We desire to gain something,
Only to loose something else..
We aspire to reach our self-defined zeniths,
while losing sight of our comfort hearths..
We keep chazing our dreams' wildness,
In this stipulated time's wilderness;
I guess it's the world's so called rules.
The only thing left with us is
"The choice"
And with every decision we take,
Nothing's ever stays the same.
©lucy08
#threewords #wod @miraquill @writersnetwork #free #time #wildnessThe Choice
Nothing's free in this lifespan...
Be it a lesson or a prized possession;
We desire to gain something,
Only to loose something else..
We aspire to reach our self-defined zeniths,
while losing sight of our comfort hearths..
We keep chazing our dreams' wildness,
In this stipulated time's wilderness;
I guess it's the world's so called rules.
The only thing left with us is
"The choice"
And with every decision we take,
Nothing's ever stays the same.
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lucy08
16w
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Mere #questions but deep meanings!
#wod #freeverse
@miraquill
Thank you @writersnetwork for the ❤Questions for the Self
If we set strict boundaries for ourselves
that means we are "self-aware" of our existence
and it is the best possible way for "self-development".
But what is the point of it
when we can't even make a slight slit,
now and then,
for the ones about whom we care the most?
for the ones who have been there for us at our weak moments?
Isn't it the very meaning of life?
To be vigilant of our clauses as well as
not turning a total deaf ear to our loved ones' needs?
Isn't it too "selfish" to be too much "self-aware" and too less "empathetic"?
Are we truly evolving our-"Selves"
Or are we becoming the worst of our-"Selves"?
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A Mundane Location
"A Writer" has never been my designation
Rather physics is my forever inspiration.
My desk showcases a neat delineation
Of organized plans and utter dedication.
Here, I work on various computations,
Prove complex mathematic solutions;
Analyzing nominal stress distributions
To make some innovative edifications.
But when bored of these humongous calculations,
I prefer diving into my plain imagination;
Grabbing hold of a last page for versification,
I jot my heart out for self-satisfaction.
Though my workplace isn't my favorite location,
But its where my musings turn into beautiful creations,
And even this utterly mundane tiring occupation
makes me feel closer to my slated destination.
©lucy08
Cliched I guess?
#place #wod
Thank you @miraquill for EC (wasn't expected at all)
Thank you @writersnetwork for your ❤A Mundane Location
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19w
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Coz April is the month of thriving amongst all odds��
#wod #month
@miraquill @writersnetworkApril
She is the gentle breeze in the twilight fade
She is the lilac petals of a lovely nightshade
No matter how cruel her vincinity gets
She blooms April florets with divine silhouettes.
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Free verse
#gratitude #grateful
#lanturne #wod
@miraquill
Thank you for your repost @writersnetwork ❤Gratitude
With
hectic
schedules of
overloaded
Work,
Each
passing
day leaves her
quite exhausted
Still,
Tears
of sheer
gratitude
fills up her void
Soul,
C'oz
like her,
not all get -
Dear Crush
Is it ok if I say, you've been on my mind since a couple of days?
Is it fair if I endlessly stare at your delicate arts, so rare?
Is it sane if I ask such silly questions to your quick-witted brain?
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lucy08
21w
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��Chasing golden willows��
Why....coz they are rare��
#willows #ceesreposts
@miraquill @writersnetworkIf you ever see
a willow tree,
you'll find them as pretty greens
with softly weeping silvery wings.
But I am searching for
its exotic golden forms,
whose glorious dangling arms
embodies my passion-filled yearns.
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We try to be different but we all are indeed similar...to the core!!
#different #wod
Thank you @writersnetwork ❤
Wasn't expecting an EC on this piece
So thank you @miraquill ��Nothing New
I am just a simple girl
like many of you
with simple feels
and simple dreams;
I laugh with my loved ones,
I cry for my lost ones,
I smile for each compliment,
I sob for each rude comment,
I fight for my deepest desires,
I die for my greatest fears,
I care for the lonely souls,
I detest all those entitled folks,
I feel for the burdened hearts,
I despise the selfish braggarts,
And when it comes to love,
I love from deep within;
Once out of it,
I would only pray for your well-being
But never ever let you back in.
That's my simple self,
with defined priorities
and austere principalities;
Nothing different from the rest of you
Nothing new to look upto.
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lucy08
21w
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Light one
#cinquain #wod
Thank you @miraquill for the EC
Thank you @writersnetwork for your ❤Contrast
Somedays,
I feel Amber,
Hearty warm and jolly;
Pacing through the day with enthu-
filled head.
Others,
I feel Ash-grey,
Shadowy and gloomy;
Skipping all to-do-lists to stay
in bed.
©lucy08
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I am a night that blooms on the clavicles of a poet
as poetry births amidst stillness neath stars
sometimes sheer mirth that races through his veins
and sometimes his despair soaking sheets of papyrus
I am a veil neath which he hibernates
and brings back to life his broken spine
as poetry slides through his fingers
lifting his decrepit spirit
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ak_anjali_daydreamzz
4w
Read MoreAll Rights Reserved
25 April 2022 9.25 am
#poet #ak_wn_repost
Thank you so much for Repost @writersnetwork ⁽⁽ଘ( ˊᵕˋ )ଓ⁾⁾��.��.��.��
At the pandiculation of naufragous notions and
horripulation of haunting saudade
I slumbered within the chrysalis of a chatoyant cosmos,
to wake up as a scripturient of sockdolager songs
At the inglenook where poetic flames passionately tryst,
I too, wore the cloak of a poet
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You're
A feather
Wedged between pages
Drenched in sweet tears
FEATHER
The
Barail Hills
That wear necklaces
Made of hazy fog
BEAUTY
Kiss
Me like
A little child
On its mothers breast
FREEDOM
©ckfilvan -
unspokenpen1927
2w
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.
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NEVER GIVE UP
A caterpillar breaks open
FREE from the struggle
ready to fly with WILDNESS
who had waited patiently
with TIME
for its wings to flutter
with beauty as butterfly.
©sproutedseeds
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milliondreamsarekeepingmeawake
1w
Read More#threewords
I am the descendant of
December disowned by
Summer.Waves abandoned
me at the shoreline of
September.I a lovesick
maiden tried to hide
behind the lappet of love.
Not noticing the bluebells
of betrayal inked on the
skin of compassion.
I unknowingly built the castle
of pledges in the realm
of autumn.Bricks of vows
morphed itself into the
smuts of dust. With each
hit on heartstring with
the hammer of distrust
Wildness of severance
keep growing in the
cranny of care
savouring sorrows.
Witch of woes cast the
spell to free halcyon
from pages of past .
Quicksand of plight
swallowed the layman
of longing. Souls split
their path ,changed their
destination with time ,
Slaughtering forever ,
being deaf to the
Pleas of heart.
~jennie.
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love_whispererr
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Read MoreThat is the way a summer rain can take hold in you- like a new heart, beating in time with another's.
_Muriel Barbery
#Threewords
Thank you so much @writersnetwork ��A pluviophile & summer rain
Darling !
it's raining here
well, it's weird but
i like this summer rain
on a dreich day ;
the petrichor,
those wet cows
under the mango tree,
tired mynahs sitting
on my windowpanes,
and tiny swallows
looking for free water,
dangling raindrops and
hot veggie fritters on my tray
with tomato ketchup
and a spicy Thursday time
in my cupboard ;
Newspaper says
it'll pour hard
for four to five days
and since yesterday
we had no current here
still my pen is working
and my diary is not wet too
I don't want to write
about you today
i just want to sit near you
wearing a smile
on my face
I just want to see you
through the raindrops
but you're not here
you were not here too
when it rained
in last August
it's May now
and still you are
not here this time also ;
I'm not waiting
for you this time
I'm busy with the
cloudburst, rainfalls,
downpour, petrichor,
a dancing kid and
some gossipping women
from my neighborhood,
a smiling old man,
some crying toddlers,
darkness in my room,
lightning and many
croaking toads,
abandoned pumpkin pie,
craving tastebuds
for bhutta and a cutting chai,
mynahs and metaphors ;
but I'm missing
those unsettled rainbows.
Wildness of my syllables
on the pasturelands of
summer rain is
syllabifying the
crunchy leaves of my heart
and I'm still waiting for the
another tray of fritters
and calling my mother.
~of summers, rains and petrichor || bidya -
laus_deo
24w
Read MoreStrawberry milkshakes scooped in rose wines,
Dawning dilemmas crossing the threshold
of morality,
When the the stakes were too high and
alternatives two scarce,
All when you were for laughing on
kind of lame but kind of funny jokes.
The wisdom of the sages and the majesty
of the Dravadian temples are revered like
the way my medieval bones stay skeptical
about a thousand babybud events.
Failure of conundrum on the foreign shores
has chained welcoming gates
and wearied flights elsewhere.
Breathlessness of the light is attuned
to my anxiety,
Under the ceiling, on the bed every day
when I have something to overthink and glare.
The cackling of fire- smitten sky threatens my entrenched music- flooded ears.
I discard my earphones and witness
the benevolent chaos dangling from the clouds,
a calming rage, an ecstatic highway.
Night dampening into a dark tunnel,
One of too many days when the night feels different.
©laus_deo
OMG THANK YOU @writersnetwork ��
YOU ARE TOO KINDALLOYED
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����-����-��������I'm a stranger seeking home in your lines, an unsold art in delicate chime
O' Yamuna, Do the sacred currents of thy soul feel shy to receive my summer kisses?
Are there any camphor buds left to burn my poems in the moonlight as a guide for identical swans in your still water mirrors?
It's raining unpainted pebbles of day and nights to soak inside the epidermis of these nightingale isles
But for all the hearts that drift into emptiness as they prepare to bleed the color of love,
The palanquin of sea churns new beginnings from an old dying sun
If a kiss is kept to give back the raindrops in the voluminous clouds of goodbyes,
You can search the depths of my love with a smile..
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& dear pain, in the grand opulence of your black dead sea, I wear a stellar dress & call upon all the darkness the lofty form of moonlight.
ohh liebling death embrace me as your dream lover
©beleza_
