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#lost #poetry @miraquill @writersnetwork @mirakee_writer
I wrote all the poetryI read all the poetryNothing in this worldwill bring you back to me
#numb @poetry @miraquill @writersnetwork @mirakee_writer
Sometimesneed yourselfdrown in the bath tub of iceFeel numbLoss consciousnessOut of this world dreamsAwakenFeel mortal again©roel_gonz
Your love likea one night standAt first it is burning desiresNext day forget it©roel_gonz
#love #poetry @writersnetwork @miraquill @mirakee_writer
Hold my handLet's take a beautiful journeyThrough eternitywith every piecesof youand me...©roel_gonz
#backtoyou #love #poetry @writersnetwork @miraquill @writersnetwork
And all the lost roadsDark alley, shadowy streetsLead back to youStill I'll take a chance©roel_gonz
#pain #poetry @miraquill @writersnetwork @mirakee_writer
The paindestroy mebut it's alsomotivate meto bring back to life©roel_gonz
#tears #poetry @writersnetwork @miraquill @mirakee_writer
If I letmy feelingin my poetryI'll be drown myself-- tears --©roel_gonz
#darkness #poetry @writersnetwork @miraquill @mirakee_writer
Don't turn offyour love lightIt's make our universeplunge into darkness©roel_gonz
Someday, someone will love meNot only for my luminous side or silent natureAlso my dark side and wild life©roel_gonz
#tonight #poetry #lovehurts @writersnetwork @miraquill @mirakee_words @mirakee_writer
Tonightit's time forme to say goodbyeBurn all thepoetry I wrote about youYour name doesn'tearn a mark in my heartIt deserves insteadbury the memories about you©roel_gonz
________________________________________________Date : 7/12/2021 04:38 AMLat,Long : 11.706,78.41Dedicated : "YOU"To________________________________________________ @miraquill @writersnetwork #inspiration #ceesreposts
~ Sometimes ~
You are not only brokenSometimes you are whole alsoYou are not only flawedSometimes life will be suitable alsoYou are not only errorsSometimes you are right alsoYou are not only mistakesSometimes you are correct alsoYou are not Just your falling down timesSometimes you get backup alsoYou are not just your failuresSometimes you are your success tooYou are not just your negative thoughtsSometimes you are your positive thoughts tooYou are not just your sad momentsSometimes you are your happy moments tooYou are not Just your frownsSometimes you are your smiles tooYou are not just your criesSometimes you are your laughter tooYou are not only the bad timesSometimes you are the good times tooYou are not only lost friendshipsSometimes you are found new friendships tooYou are not just dying insideSometimes you are doing best to liveYou are not just lost soulSometimes you are wanting to be foundYou are not just moments to hateSometimes you are a life time of loveDo your best to be that lovable youLove others but love yourself too.©blackshadezs
#perspective #she #belief
Accept me with my scars;I am not this beautiful without them!©bharathkoli
#miraquill #writersnetwork #saudade #wodThank you for EC @miraquill and @writersnetwork ♥️♥️
Falling Winterberry, Enveloping land under the feet Tired toes on cushioned treat Past impressions rustle with dry petalsThe tale incomplete.And a whiff of saudade fills the soul Memories rush and retreat .©yamini_sinha
Konpal means a leaflet . Parizaad means born of the fairies . This I wrote after watching a serial 'Parizaad'. Totally inspired from it . The poetry in its episodes hit me so hard. Crediting that particular show for the theme. #saudade
see the rain, see the topicsee those innocent memories in the end see that picture again, sink thy fears the oar of saudade will take your boat to the wilderness where wanderers like you surrender to love knives and forks' can't be same–as you and himhow many times will you erase the shades the crimsons from those blues? that lipgloss, kajal and bangles are now far beneath the seabeds hard as hoof of those horses which once clopped on the desert of thy heart delicate as the konpal of your voice those pieces of our story now the combers vomit out as conches I love nights, I love those empty coffee mugs,I love waiting for you, I love the grey and white keys of piano,I love the vacant seats in the back of cinema halls, I love the stale poems which I wrote for you,I love to hate the reason you left me, I love the graveyard of my unsaid confessions, I love that rooftop of betrayals,Today when we met againyou saw that thunder hidden in rains, the fire in those innocent memories, the picture as in person, the oar of saudade in form of a quill my poems are not stale now they changed their topic– its not you now it is me and that inferno in me my identificationI mayhap not born of the fairies but I'm happy I'm not the station of your train where you stop for few minutes to play with the lost passenger (heart) and then after stitching a pocket of hope on his shirt you leave to stop on another station • from parizaad (born of the fairies) who now is proud of his burnt color and stale poems. who don't sell his art in markets but sails his words till they find the perfect and fresh dough of poetry.©fromwitchpen
#saudade #wod #pod #ceesreposts #aalowrites@miraquill Thank you so much for EC (5) @writersnetwork Thank you for the read ❤
And honey, as the Moonlight fell on my cheeks I was taken aback by the saudade images.The wind of metaphors blowed through my dead soul and sonnets kissed my silent lips.My mind mends melodies into maledictions and memories into monostitches.And all I'm left with is my dead soul craving to survive when poetry breathes through my lungs.©pink_berry
@miraquill @writersnetwork#saudade#wod#pod@rish_jee wrote this thinkin abt ur pfp lol.thnks for the repost @writersnetwork eventhough I didn't expect it
Steal my heart or did you already steal it , aha?
The saudade of a black cloaked silhouetteWhich passes by on the lonely winding pathsWhich speaks out silenceLooked at me with a sense of unspoken emotionsThrough his covered face of miseryand lonelinessFar gone by....I was a curious maidenTo explore out the winding paths to his heartwhich took me out to the soaring azure skyAnd the auburn sunsets blending on itCalling out to my heartTo touch his soulAnd embrace his lonelinessWithin my love and kindness..Moments of saudade passed byAs I looked at the willows of playful endingsWhich unleashed the ribbons of desiresFrom my heartAs the black silhouette transformed intoA cloak ofF l u f f y v e l v e t r e d Whispering melodies into my heartSlowly and soothingly...Galaxies sparkled with sheer brillianceAs I danced with him through insecuritiesLetting them float into thin airsOf creamy whipped wavesJust whipped for meNothing more..The stars sparkled with unknown mysteriesLetting my heart dig deeper into himUntilHis glimmering silhouetteDissolved with pitch darkness Leaving meJust behindDear silhouette with unspoken motions of emotions//Letting me goWas your choiceAnd waiting for youWill be forever mineAs I'll be burning saudades of wintersInto your heartsFarawayFrom the legends of your ribbonsOf hearts//-A Tele poetess writing her silhouettes memories and flying saudades of moments...©telepoetess_
"Saudade" is a word in Portuguese language that means "nostalgic state for longing for something or someone absent".
--Today, write a poem or prose using the word saudade in it--
Tag with #saudade and share.
A wave of saudade swept over me as I realized home never existed at all. The concept of home felt far from my reach, and I felt sick with longing.
When my dad asks me bout the 'stranger' I used to tell him about, damn memories hit so hard and idk what to say anymore. We're not supposed to end like this.
I met you when my days were filled with downcast eyes. There was no sign of reaching light, and I never hoped to be loved.But you came along just as I longed to be gone. And you stayed long enough for me to attach myself like wired strings.I would hope that you kept me in your lifetime plans. But we always find a way to part."I'll let you go but know that I love you". You said as I went back to the same dark corner I came from.You were always, to me, the person I would come home to.But time won't let us be together. Time has never been on our side.©nobodyknows_
Written words under copyright Dated : 21/11/21 Time : 11 33 PMIs that possible?
Beneathocean the beneath,I wish to fly like a dandelion in a air.©gj_elev
Written words under copyright Dated : 29/11/2021 Time : 5 25 AM
Leaning on the wall with my closed eyesevery second I feel like I'm heading my head on your back shoulder.But, In return the wall seems like sensing my body with coldness. I take a deep breath of this silence, covering my ears with the playlist under the colour led lights. Could it me more peaceful ?The sun going to bloom in another long minutes, I still wish to feel the cold of the mist. Dear sun will you raise a bit late today ?Aww in every blink of my eye, my eyelids feeling the cold, drinking the nectar of this coldness is so soothing.Are you going to make me float ? I wish to be a white cloud now.©gj_elev