Oh ! Skies
Skies Beautiful, effusive Azure, grey sometimesClear, free not puzzled Skies.
0 girl !Fly, you'll fall but you should not be caged
A house, wrapped up with the corsage of lovecalled as home.©reema_143
Long paths and abandoned nightsStill poetries are hereto cherish the loneliness.
Inside loneliness, poetries bloom.
Sparkle a little more dear,Life is too short to dampen in the gloominess of heartaches.
But what if the streetlights refused to shine in a unhinged night and rejected your town?
Inside the stardust of scars,Verses bloom.©reema_143
On the canopy of dreams My poetry blooms.©reema_143
Alluring metaphors stitch those ghastly reminiscences..
You are so vulnerably haunting; Your eeriness is terrifyingly irresistible.Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena#Letter #fromalostdiary
Gulmohars and goldfinches of your megalopolis know my metaphors more than your elflocks, clavicles & betrayals.//You are so vulnerably haunting ; but your eeriness is terrifyingly irresistible//©Bidya B.
you are the knife i turn inside myself; that is love, that, my dear, is love_Letters to Milena(Franz Kafka)#Letter #fromalostdiary
You kissed me through your poetries and i blushed through the metaphors ; when your betrayal sprang on my town with the gulmohars of alliterations, it paralyzed my soul without any hesitation.//you are the knife i turn inside myself ; that is love, that, my dear, is love//©Bidya B.
The poet in me wants to send it to the reader in you who admires my poesy.First post of this month. I was actually not staying away. It just happened for a couple of weeks.#poemThank you for the Instagram feature and Editor's choice
How do I pen a poem this time,so that I pack it in the chambers of my heartand send it to the reader of my poetto keep with him forever?©daffodilpearlzz ~ BhavyaMon 16 May 2022
From a sick diary
Your love was like a cobweb on the treen carvings ; but i was a skimpy fly , not a stiff-necked spider .|| From the diary of a dead fly which burbles with the song of storm ||~bidya
A love ; not-so-cherished
I dipped my heart in a chalice of love and went for stargazing ; after I came back, i found it scarred, betrayed and paralyzed.|| The background was murmuring an abysmal song of storm ||~bidya
Water dripping down my head, slowly trickling over a head so lost,leaving trails of gloss along it's path,with my eyes closed, or looking down,each droplet a spectacle to focus on,this is the only thing that matters.©cocooned
This place was very dear to me. But even if I'm away I remember each one of you. You are valued and vei special to me. Thank you everyone for your kind wishes... ❤️So grateful to have you all. P.s- I'm sorry for not being here...I may return you never know... Hihi...Bye....
Miraquill== Addiction Don't take it personally#clerihewThank you for EC
Miraquill, a writing appWhich captures the life snapsI dare you can't even take a naponce you fell into this trap!©inked_selenophile
Kiss me, and you will see how important I am._Sylvia Plath#ClerihewThank you so much @writersnetwork
Metaphors of Sylvia Plathsprang betwixt ennui and its aftermathbut never an unclouded facsimile of gloompaint'd with darkness & betrayals, yet they bloom.~Of syllables, Sylvias and sufferings || bidya
Michelle- who resembles God Fourteenth Era's vogue- fashion of 14th centuryTHANK YOU VERY MUCH @writersnetwork#clerihew
Raffaello Sanzio da Urbino
Raphael A high renaissance michelleCelebrated for his sumptuous style Fourteenth era's vogue was his smile –SG