Miraquill
A fallen angel among the devils,
Rules the hell,
Damn the path enlightenment,
His true intentions are now unveiled.
©poetry__for__soul
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Cut me out,let me bleed
Let's see how deep runs your greed,
will pour it all,to be pure and clean,
Don't want to be part of you,
And your heavenly sins.
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Number is just a number, don't attach it to friend.
You can have many still or you can steal the world with just the right one.
They say more the merrier, can't relate to it much though!
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Not always resplendent
Or scintillating
But
Every time wonderment
Our mighty mother nature
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Let it be known before it's too late,
Let it be seen before it's invisible,
Let it be heard before it's inaudible,
Let it be unraveled before it's inevitable.
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poetry__for__soul
44w
Read MoreI will be mr.bean will you be my teddy?
We will silently endlessly through every up and down, and celebrate our slightest achievements.
I will instantly know what you want, and you will always be by my side.
We will get to know each other more and more,as we sit peacefully facing each other.
Don't you think,world would be as happy as peaceful as funny, exciting,and a very happy place to live in
@writersnetwork @miraquill @mirakeeworldI will be Mr.Bean,will you be my teddy?
We will go for a ride on my bike and we will discover world together with your toy plane from every height!!
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poetry__for__soul
45w
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Constant craving inside me of the love i would like to have..a bit darker a bit humorous.. seeping inside my bones..let me go jelly!
Don't think i don't value what you giving me..
It's just..
I wasn't woven for the same
@writersnetwork @miraquillI long affection, i long love,
But not the kind you award!
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ठहरने लगे हैं लम्हे,मगर लब्ज़ अब गुनगुनाते नहीं।
कलम से निकल पन्नों संग नई कोई धुन सुनाते नहीं।
टूट टूट कर बीते लम्हें जीने वाले ये शब्द,
नई कहानियों पर एतबार जताते नहीं।
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Fills me up all the time,
Rain it is or sunshine,
Irritating but unbounded bond
End of all my reasons to remain sound
Nights,days, months or years
Dear friend-o-mine let's celebrate 'em all with cheers
Happy Friendship Day
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Caliginous nights,muzzy feelings all around.
Beseeching dawn, astray on unfathomable ground.
Pulchritudinous eyes met mine,
Enchanting ever fallen star,back on line.
Twinkling anew, daybreak should not be long.
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does the pain ever end?
probably doesn't, as far as I know
but there's an outlet from where it flows
as poems mirroring the poets soul.
do we ever heal?
only to get hurt again
but words palliate or purge every pain
we fall and we rise,and the pens our cane.
does anybody ever care?
Few do, but to some you resonate
for them you express where their words failed
and so begins a journey of being human again.
©tardigrade -
tamanna3
49w
Moments
What's in a moment?
A moment is a lot of plural happening in singular.
For a moment, I was looking up at the sky
And the clouds looked back at me,
An origami of a smile on their abstract form.
The sky, a blend of blue and rusted white,
Belonging to no man's home, looked rather free.
A pair of doves seated on my roof's edge,
Chattered away the whole afternoon.
I wonder what they think of when they talk,
Whether they love the rains I wait for,
or only curse a sky on the verge of fall.
Another moment, I hear my mother's laughter,
It strangely resonates with the clouds' thunder
Yet sounds happier than the songs I slept to last night;
I wonder why I can never laugh like that;
As if I belong to a world apart from hers.
We live in the same house,
Breathe through the same day.
Yet I see a different sky from my window,
And she double-cleans the window panes everytime the clouds rain in her sky.
©tamanna3 -
dimentico_000
53w
रात के सन्नाटे में, ये घर कुछ अलग नज़र आता है,
हर एक कोना, हर एक कमरा..
तुमसे कुछ कहना चाहता है..
घड़ी की टिक-टिक, छोटी-मोटी खिट-पिट..
मानों हर आवाज़ में एक लय हो,
भय हो, किसी की मौजूदगी का...मगर कौन..?
फिर किसी आवाज़ आने पर अचानक पीछे मुड़ना और सांसों का थम जाना-धड़कन का बढ़ जाना,
किस ओर इशारा करता है?
क्या कोई है... जो तुम्हारा डर सुन सकता है,
या सिर्फ तुम हो जिसे अपने-आप से डर लगता है.....
©jatin_000 -
_anushka__
51w
Read MoreI stare at the swinging door
For a while.
Minutes ago, it was full
Of colourful birds
Until I was fed up of their sweet songs
And hurled the cage open.
One by one,
I saw all my dreams,
Hopes, expectations
Fly into the oblivion.
You see,
Having dreams is good,
Until you realise
Just how far away
From your reach
They'll always be.
Hope is a fair maiden,
Until it drowns your present
And makes you oblivious
To your reality,
Just like the Sirens' song.
And expectations,
It's a wild thing
Beautiful, but lethal.
It will devour you in silence
As you start finding faults
In others as well as yourself.
You see, these pretty little birds
With their melodious chirping
Will continue ringing in your ears
Until you can't hear anything else
Your mind becomes numb
As your emotions take control
Paralyzing, restricting you
Making you struggle for every breath.
So, I got up one day and
Threw the cage door open,
Shooing those vile creatures away.
The now empty cage
Stared back at me
Even as I realised
What I've just done.
You see, we were having
A silent debate on who was
More hollow from the inside,
The cage or me?
- Anushka
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Thankful to @miraquill for giving this platform, it's like my little bubble where I can let my imagination and creativity loose.
I know the above work doesn't match the exact requirements of the prompt, but I'm still grateful to the team for giving me someplace to start.
Have a good day :)
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#cage #wod #miraquill
@writersnetworkYou see, we were having
A silent debate on who was
More hollow from the inside,
The cage or me?
- Anushka -
aesthetexx
51w
Read MoreAn unknown song plays on the radio, with broken signals faraway from the balcony ,where I stand. There is no nostalgia smelling in the air, instead there is nothingness breathing into me.
I have stopped feeling, stopped loving, stopped hating, stopped crying
but I do smile ,
a little
To myself,
To the skies,
To the Sunflowers in me.
12:00 am,
And now the radio unconsciously plays my favourite song. But since a few days, I don't sing along.
My life wasn't meant to be a luxurious perfectly trimmed garden with pruned roses ,Lilies, and colorful butterflies.
My life was meant to be an art.
I wanted it to be an art,
With grounds full of mosses, wildflowers
Scattered garlands, mismatched hues,
Ruined paintings,
Incomplete poesies,
Burnt songs,
Broken pallates.
I have changed.
Changed exorbitantly just in a few nights.
I stopped whining about my broken wings or bloodless tears. I stopped thinking before writing anything. I stopped talking.
But I am still kind,
To myself,
To the skies,
To the Sunflowers in me.
Writer,
They called me.
A title ? I am not confined to a title.
Words are just a material in this materialistic world. And I never belonged here. I was never good with words, and I wouldn't be.
Perhaps I don't want to be either.
I have always belonged to the spaces between my words or the thoughts at the back of my mind, to whom mere words won't do any justice.
I sighed and
looked at the sky,
Because,
I have already stopped writing these days,
I stopped singing along with the glitches on the radio,
But I do read,
A little
To myself
To the skies,
To the Sunflowers in me.
- Ananya || Art, ahh what a word.
©sighsandskies
@_firefly you asked me to write. I wrote it without thinking, I don't know hows it ?
#annwn.
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- "They caught us kissing"
- "Who?"
-"Our demons"
-Quinn J.
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Spring
Spring tells us ,no matter how beautiful you are, still some people will try tofind flaws in you
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Sometimes
Sometimes I feel nothing
Sometimes I feel a lot
Sometimes I want to share
Sometimes I feel I better not
Some nights I couldn't sleep
Some nights I passed out
These things shut my lips
While my inner voice shout.
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blurryface__14 51w
Read MoreIt's okay to change,
Yeah,
Trust me, it is.
It's okay,
to be someone you transformed yourself into.
to be wiser.
to be stronger.
It's okay,
to not allow the past to repeat itself.
to not let your life fall apart again.
to choose who you let into your life going forward.
Starting from scratch is not so bad after all.
Renewing your mind, heart and soul is not so bad either.
Past is there for a reason,
It's there to tell us that we shouldn't allow it to rule our future.
I know,
I know what you think,
it's easy to say,
But not so easy to implement.
You know what?
You're right.
It isn't as easy as it sounds.
It's difficult to be someone you are not used to.
It's difficult to not care about stuff.
And,
It's extremely difficult to let go of the person you used to be.
But,
Give yourself a chance.
To change,
To transform,
To evolve.
A chance to be a better version of yourself.
Every single day is an opportunity,
Don't be afraid to change.
©blurryface__14.
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The rose petals in my journal
Have dried into shades of brown
And your photographs in my drawers
haven't tasted air for years now
I sit flooded with tears
repenting for my misdeeds
Lost in the transit of darkness
With cold chill in my spine
His dust is nestled between
The sheets of my journal
All I could do is lie
With these memories
Grieving the scent of his photographs...
©k_unwinds
