Miraquill
Oh ! Skies
Skies
Beautiful, effusive
Azure, grey sometimes
Clear, free not puzzled
Skies.
reema_143
silent dreamer
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0 girl !
Fly, you'll fall but you should not be caged -
A house, wrapped up with the corsage of love
called as home.
©reema_143 -
Long paths and abandoned nights
Still poetries are here
to cherish the loneliness. -
Inside loneliness, poetries bloom.
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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 -
reema_143
99w
On the canopy of dreams
My poetry blooms.
©reema_143 -
Alluring metaphors stitch those ghastly reminiscences..
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love_whispererr
4h
Read MoreYou 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. -
love_whispererr
14h
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you are the knife i turn inside myself; that is love, that, my dear, is love
_Letters to Milena(Franz Kafka)
#Letter #fromalostdiaryen-light-en-ment
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. -
daffodilpearlzz
18h
How do I pen a poem this time,
so that I pack it in the chambers of my heart
and send it to the reader of my poet
to keep with him forever?
©daffodilpearlzz ~ Bhavya
Mon 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 -
cocooned 12w
Crybaby Thoughts
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, a writing app
Which captures the life snaps
I dare you can't even take a nap
once you fell into this trap!
©inked_selenophile -
love_whispererr
1d
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Kiss me, and you will see how important I am.
_Sylvia Plath
#Clerihew
Thank you so much @writersnetwork ��un-MIST-ed
Metaphors of Sylvia Plath
sprang betwixt ennui and its aftermath
but never an unclouded facsimile of gloom
paint'd with darkness & betrayals, yet they bloom.
~Of syllables, Sylvias and sufferings || bidya -
paperwhites
1d
Read MoreMichelle- who resembles God
Fourteenth Era's vogue- fashion of 14th century
THANK YOU VERY MUCH �� @writersnetwork
#clerihewRaffaello Sanzio da Urbino
Raphael
A high renaissance michelle
Celebrated for his sumptuous style
Fourteenth era's vogue was his smile
–SG
