Miraquill
What are endings
If not new beginnings
But have we ever thought
The aftermath of the innings
It takes forever
To let go
Of the past
That held us so
The joy and the pain
Were partners in crime
We were the victim
Of their together time
The past has ended
The present at the door
The future worried
That we may never let go
Pave way for beginning
Time for ending
But humans we are
We will never stop regretting
©maverickaish
maverickaish
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In the eye of the storm
She stood strong
In the never ending road
She held all along
Travelling in the rough sea
With no end in sight
Came the north star
And led the light
An other wise blue sea
Felt dark that day
Sadness crept in
Like a snake up the alley
The faintest of light
Was the hope she needed
To live again
Amidst the sadness that receded
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maverickaish
26w
BTS's Butterfly Prologue
The first beat of the melody
Clenches the heart
The lyrics
Tear me apart
The pain of an affection
The love surreal
Fear of loss
Is definitely real
As beautiful as the butterfly
Is the melody and the song
The lyrics magical
You sway all along
It takes you on a trip
Of memories, fond
One listen is enough
For the song to bond
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Smiling she stood
Greeting one and all
A quiet storm brewing
In the heart of it all
Her body agile
Swaying in the wind
No one realised
It was shaking in fear
People thought she was cold
Due to chill in the breeze
Only she knew
It was the pain from the sleeve
She had just battled life
And life won
She wondered if the night
Could fade the sun
The tides are low
And water receded
But tides turn
And fate decided
All she has to do
Is stay quiet
For the noise in the head
Is the loudest tonight
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What makes you unique
a USP that defines you
a question asked
at times confound you
Never has an answer
given its way
is there really an answer
that could sway
is it a special talent
or a curious feature
that separates you
and makes you the CREATURE
after pondering
over and over
I found myself
On a word that I hover
What makes me is unique
Is MYSELF
No one can be me
But only myself
Forgotten I had
Over the time
I was unique to begin with
And will be till the end of time
©maverickaish -
The future is present in past
- It's called FATE
©maverickaish -
As the rain poured on me
I soaked it in
Drenched myself
And let the tears flow
It started as the pain
Gushing from my eyes
But as I sat under the rain
Every drop
Released the sadness
I stayed out
As it continued to rain
What was left
Was the realisation
Of the pain seeping away
And only the feeling
Of rain drops
Sinking skin deep
For the first time
In ages
Did I feel at peace
With myself
And the world
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The vast ocean of the mind
Sees the horizon
The destination is clear
But the journey, not yet
Self believe is the steer
To take across
Don't let troubled waters
Lose your way around
The waves crash on the land
So will the thoughts
Get back up and again
And join the ocean around
Hurricanes and whirlpools
Are part of the journey
Either through them or around
It's a mind game to begin
Let the wind add speed
To the sail of the journey
Slowing down is okay
Stopping as well
Begin again
Gain momentum
meet the horizon
That awaits you
This journey is ethereal
As delightful as the destination
It will make you stronger
And any hurdle shall pass
©maverickaish -
Forgive yourself
Easier said than done
Mere words to one
Brick and stones to some
Like the sand in the hourglass
Flows the guilt
No matter the passed time
It only gets built
Repentance and acceptance
Forgiveness to self
Are tougher acts
Than words themselves
Some day
Before I hit the dust
Hope to forgive
And love myself as last
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Does it bother
I asked the other
Watching the love
Embrace another
It hurts, said the other
Being physically in pain
Being ripped like a paper
And crushed, strained
Like a broken rib
Piercing the heart
Bleeding and burning
Its just hurt, after all
Unseen the pain
To the naked eye
It remains
Hidden
Behind the smile
with adoration and stays
The air was heavy
With mere words just said
But what lingered
Were million things unsaid
The other walked away
Making me wonder
If I would ever survive
Such pain, no comfort
Standing I was
At end of the bridge
Realization hit me
Like the iceberg hit the ship
Oblivious, was I
To the feelings for me
The other shared
And fostered for me
Deja vu
The moment, right now
Every word the other said
Ringing through and how
It hurts, burns
I feel the pain
My feelings unsaid
Unheard, as the other walked away
In the darkest of night
And loneliest of days
I wonder
How the other smiled
Pretending, happy and sane
The unsaid words
Are thorns on the side
Shall remain, forevermore
As I continue to hide
Smile along I will
Like the other did for long
Being happy in the joy
The other deserved all along
©maverickaish
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strxberry_ 26w
Read MoreThis song by BTS influences me the most, and in my most depressing mood I listen to it and draw my positivity from this. "We don't need to worry
'Cause when we fall, we know how to land (we know how to land)
Don't need to talk the talk, just walk the walk tonight
'Cause we don't need permission to dance"
#art #wod #ceesreposts @miraquill @writersnetwork @writersbay
Thank you for EC @miraquill @writersnetwork . �������� It means so much to me. Love you all for your support, time and the read, like and reposts. ❤❤❤Song-'Permission to Dance'
When gloom shrouds me
when there is despair around,
I listen to my heart
which sings of hope.
I have to rise again
From the ashes of darkness,
to follow the blooming roses;
the smell of hope.
When I want to shout,
In my anger, in my sadness
To make furore,
I listen to my soul
and silently try
to stand up and believe in myself.
©strxberry_ -
In Between
I am the devil' right hand
But I am God's servant
I build walls around my heart
Then I continue to let everyone walk in
I break more than I do build
I sacrifice when no one else will
I play dirty
But I follow the rules
I cheat to win the game
Then pass the medal along
I am in God's image
Yet standing beside me is the devil in the frame
I sprout wings from my back
I hold a pitchfork high in my right hand
I don't deserve a halo
But I'll be damned if I burn in hell
©the_writer_beyond -
thebelljar
60w
Read Moreshe's not the same
she was two days ago,
she's in love
with her new idea of love.
it's all about
shaky hands taking
dim hazy pictures,
shadows against
blobs of lights,
all creating a feeling of
mesmerising melancholy;
isolation and disorientation.
she thinks to herself
'our story would give
everyone a heartache.
it might be happy-sappy
or it might end in
pillow wetting tears.
it might leave everyone
dancing to loud music
or sitting alone at bars
but it will leave
everyone changed.
it might give hope
or it might just give
more
yearning',
all the while
lying in her bed
in utter dark
watching lights,
of the cars passing by
on the street,
create visuals
on her ceiling.
(that one song
on repeat in her mind
which she can't even translate).
@thebluehour.
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adamantquill
72w
Read More#coloursspeak #writersnetwork
#aquill_pod
This is my first ever POD,������
thank you so much for appreciating it ��A sad soul understands monochrome.
The sunflower field
speaks in yellow hues
and the cherry blossoms
in pastels.
Those autumn leaves
dance in the shades of orange
as the new green leaves take birth.
White winter submerges
under the snow as it hibernates.
And a love like the deep blue ocean
is what everybody longs for
that is delightful like a red rose.
And despite the colours in this world,
all a sad soul understands is monochrome.
©adamantquill -
ariel_writes
91w
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Echoing screams, Rustling leaves
Ashes of summer led astray
Carried by the wind to skies
And my moon mourned as
None love is received .
Unable to unknot delicate threads
Of life, Answers concealed
deep inside the epidermis
Eyes aren't the tome for soul .
Isolation is what they fancy .
Red isn't the color of love
Complacency is the deficiency
As Trust belongs to bygones
Betrayals and grief have turned
innocents into sadists, yet
Seeking solace in devil's smile
each one remains masochist.
Astray they dig their graves
As no knots tie them to morality
Forlorn and broken from Young age,
Tell me, who is to be blamed ..
-blue.synchronicity
#astray #pod
@lily_love because this has moon XD
P. S. : oh my fudging lord?!! ��
This is my very first pod
Thank you so much @mirakee
@writersnetwork Thank you for repost.
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quotes_miraquill
94w
That's why people listen to music or look at paintings. To get in touch with that wholeness.
- Corita Kent -
unloved_poetries
96w
Read MorePain rested on my windows. Sorrows on my walls.
An uncertain tomorrow stood beneath my feet and the ceiling was about to fall any moment just like my hope.
The world outside was another trap and I couldn't get entangled any less.
I don't know which was heavier. A head full of thoughts, heart full of emotions, shoulders full of responsibilities or the feet that still had to walk carrying all of these.
I felt like crying. The tears were waiting on the cliff and I had to decide if I could let them flow. And I decided to let it stream down to let them know that I was fighting this battle for a long time.
Why are you this fragile? Is weeping and lamenting your only language? You can't do anything if you are this weak. You can't ask for sympathy. But then you are a woman after all ( the delicate creation)
You don't have the right to shed a tear. You are known only for your strength. How can you show this side to people? You will become less of a man. Shut it inside even if its destroying you because you are a man ( the human robots)
Both of them did cry their heart out inside that dark room and they were happy they didn't find their pillows wet with tears that night.
Because this is what they know now.
Its better to cry in your dreams than in the real world because there are consequences when you show your emotions in the daylight. No matter who you are.
Thank you so much @mirakee and @writersnetwork... I'm glad ❤️❤️��If men were not to cry, they wouldn't have tears.
If women were this fragile, ask them how much pain they bear.
© unloved_poetries -
pritha_and_words
96w
Read More(24.07.2020)
There's a strange thing about silence.
A variation and meaning of its own.
For a mountaineer, silence is the pacific warmth of conquering frosted crests.
In a house with kiddiewinks, silence is the surmise for the gales to howl.
For an artist, silence is filling hues to imagination.
For a writer, silence is a secluded room to communicate with the void.
Silence is discipline for students in school.
In the silver screen, silence defines the goosebumps of panic.
For a girl in the dark, silence is the echo of her palpitating heart.
For a lone man, silence is the incessant knock to fill spaces.
Silence, in a connubial life, with a smile is a sweet gesture of admiration.
Or an aloof silence, can be the trembling edge of a contradictory relationship.
Silence can be a smiling summer; or a call for the tempest.
It can also be the reminisce of autumn; or the sparkling white bed of snow.
For me, silence is a stroll through the green in the countryside, humming frivolous tunes with classical guitar playing in mind; silence is swaying with the breeze and frills levitating, feeling paused between time and space. It is the beauty of expanded horizon, colourful springs peeping across the curls. Silence to me, is the shade of willows that bends majestically to greet. Silence is tracking the shadow of clouds floating in spreaded turquoise. It is, witnessing the setting yolk finally changing the colour of the veil. It is an escape to the fields of less populace, away from the abiding cacophony.
What is Silence for YOU??
#silence #poetry #thoughts #life #bliss #emotions #poem #pod #writerstolli #ceesreposts #writersbay
@mirakee @writersnetwork @writerstolli @writersbaySilence, to me
is a stroll through the green
in the countryside,
humming frivolous tune
along classical guitar playing in mind;
Silence is swaying with the breeze
and frills levitating, feeling paused
between time and space.
It is the beauty of expanded horizon,
colourful springs peeping
across the curls.
Silence to me,
is the shade of that willow
bending majestically to greet.
Silence is tracking
the shadow of clouds
floating in spreaded turquoise.
It is, witnessing the setting yolk
finally changing the colour of the veil.
It is an escape to the fields
of less populace,
away from the abiding cacophony.
©pritha_and_words -
laus_deo
97w
Read MoreMy pen pierces primrose thorns
on the fragile skin
bleeding the paper in blue blood
as I stitch my emotions
splashed with grey waters
in between the lines wailing
sirens of hopelessness,
words are too heavy
chewing lemongrass
which I plucked from the
fields of heartbreak
to create a concrete mixture with
metaphors brewing in oak barrels
behind my mind at
high flames of despair
cascading into a martini of
poisonous poetry,
burnt heart soaked in beeswax candles
adds kerosene to the
mulberry hopes of an everlasting love
and gold pink dreams
dipped in whirlpool of lies
hung on the branches
of my wet eyelashes
igniting a wildfire in my
scarlet soul,
leaking liquid from a cracked bottle
of my frozen heart
baths my midnight into your muse
with the shrill violins of my tears
and I shimmer my pain
in the silvery waves of moonlight.
©laus_deo
#lovetalesmessedupwithtragedy
@writersnetwork thank you for reposting !♡
@mirakee thank you so much for my 2nd POD !☆.
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thoughtsprocess
97w
Writers explore
the ocean of alphabets
Each time they weave
twenty six waves in a
different form and design
to create a masterpiece.
©thoughtsprocess
