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sulu80
1w
Read MoreBoundless!thoughts fly high
Pointed peak touches the sky
Wind whispers in the ear
Clouds as boat appear
calling out for a ride
Golden rays with pride
Breath taking when looked down
Telescopic view of the town
Aloof! from clamour
Hushed nature with glamour
pristine beauty fresh forever
Greeting everyone with grandeur
Do we need wings to fly
Just spur of imagination.....
#fly #wod #mirakee #writersnetwork @writersnetwork
Thank you @writersnetwork �� for the kind repost.
Also to the readers with supportive comments.Boundless!thoughts fly high
Pointed peak touches the sky
Wind whispers in the ear
Clouds as boat appear
calling out for a ride
Golden rays with pride
Breath taking when looked down
Telescopic view of the town
Aloof! from clamour
Hushed nature with glamour
pristine beauty fresh forever
Greeting everyone with grandeur
Do we need wings to fly
Just spur of imagination...
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sulu80
3w
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Beautiful serene lake
Seated in the rock
Unbridled thoughts wake
My reflection knock
Bold expression on face
Living life only for self
No one peeps in that dark space
As free as an elf
Eye witness only conscience
Story book without readers
No guilty for non sense
Replica soul alone twitters
Residing in the chambers of Brain
Trailing out within like a train
#cees_para_u #conceptprompt #miraquill #writersnetwork @writersnetwork
Thank you for selecting my poem in Editors choice.
Thank you Miraquill ❤️ for this support.����Self
Beautiful serene lake
Seated in the rock
Unbridled thoughts wake
My reflection knock
Bold expression on face
Living life only for self
No one peeps in that dark space
As free as an elf
Eye witness only conscience
Story book without readers
No guilty for non sense
Replica soul alone twitters
Residing in the chambers of Brain
Trailing out within like a train -
sulu80
5w
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Fate a predestined fact in our life.It becomes explicit through the sweet and harder experiences we face.A plant grows up,shoots up,fresh new leaves ,buds,flowers,fruits a spring time.The period is not permanent as changes are inevitable.Soon time to wither its leaves ,leaving everything to mother earth.It dies in the hands of autumn.Nature teaches us the philosophy of life through its seasonal change of Spring and Autumn.
Seeds! the traces of a tree
Shoots come out carefree
Sun cradles the shoots
Elixir nourishes the roots
Bears the budding bloom
Drives away the gloom
A rainbow on the earth
Gala spring time bring forth
Songsters rejoice with their tunes
Gentle breeze in the afternoons
Lasts like a bubble a short time
Rustling wind commits crime
Drives away the leaves dry
Tree stands alone a sad cry!
Life of humans like spring and autumn
Living and Leaving behind in the bottom
#different #mirakee #writersnetwork @mirakee @writersnetwork
Thank you @writersnetwork �� for the kind repost.Thanks for the support and enthusiasm from readers.Bloom and Gloom
Seeds! the traces of a tree
Shoot comes out carefree
Sun cradles the shoots
Elixir nourishes the roots
Bears the budding bloom
Drives away the gloom
A rainbow on the earth
Gala spring time bring forth
Songster rejoice with their tunes
Gentle breeze in the afternoons
Lasts like a bubble a short time
Rustling wind commits crime
Drives away the leaves dry
Tree stands alone a sad cry!
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Falling in love
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No a good thing to take
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sulu80
6w
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The sun shines brightly
Clouds are possesive
As the sun is punctual
Earth boiling hot
Hide and seek with clouds
Black clouds entrapped
Started showering on the earth
Sweet summer showers
Earth happy with greeny preens
#weather #mirakee #writersnetworkSummer showers
The sun shines brightly
Clouds are possesive
As the sun is punctual
Earth boiling hot
Hide and seek with clouds
Black clouds entrapped
Started showering on the earth
Sweet summer showers
Earth happy with greeny preens
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An impurity in the calm mind that keeps disturbing us
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Hues of colours attractive and lushful
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Memory taking rest
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raghavendran
1d
A Curse by the Deceived
Editor's Choice: Thanks for selecting this poem.
Thou hast made a promise false,
Probably on a sudden impulse
Or conceived a crooked plan
To deceive this believing woman.
The display of love and affection
Enacted through thy genuflection,
Promising me stars and moon,
To my horror vanished too soon.
Oh! How gullible was I
To be tricked by thy smiling eye,
Oh! Why didst thou deceive me
With eternal love on bended knee.
Thou hast played with my heart
Like one versed in theatrical art,
Thy tongue made a false vow
And deceived me, I now avow.
Alas! Thou hast flirted with me,
The design now I clearly see,
Thou wert playing a false game
Without feeling guilt or shame.
Even while thy hands were around me,
Looking for pleasure elsewhere I saw thee,
Shame on thee for thy deed
Which hath made my heart bleed.
Let no one fall for thy guile,
I'll keep praying all the while,
Thou shalt be served likewise
For thy deed, vile and unwise.
Raghav R
26.05.2022
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anirockz7
2d
Read MoreSynonymous - like every thought is different but is a thought and so personified with the net that every pattern looks the same. This tells the mere brain issue of the person.
As the challenge was different and so is the poem.
The person in this is depressed and so he thinks he is horribly limited
@miraquill @writersnetwork
#limited
Whispering to the deaf
I let my melody breathe
my far sightedness couldn't fathom
his eyes could read
It was a wit less humour
to let him know his life felt gloomer
his mind did boggled unaccepting the randomness
it was my mind seeking relief from confess
When my tongue felt a threat it got wet
throwing the inevitable jabs at the anonymous
When my brain felt a net it got fat
Unhandling synonymous
Interrogating the God I felt dense
I looked up wearing a lense
is my purpose to only seek and shout
Why mother conceived I have a doubt
I am horribly limited
- anirockz7.
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nature's delight
I sight a goldfinch
painted with maestro strokes
Singing joyful songs
Wandering further
into depths of the forest
something in me stirs
and i hear nothing
but sweet soulful symphonies
echoing around
as if sending me
healing vibes that gently touch
reviving my soul
©soulfulstirrings -
soulfulstirrings
1w
Read More#readafellowpoet @odysseus_2 @fallen_42
Every Thursday I will be posting a shoutout for a fellow poet under the above-mentioned hashtag .. hope we will support each other ❤️Dear poets ,
This is a shout out for one amongst us @fallen_42 ..
Do check out her page and read her work !
©soulfulstirrings -
raghavendran
1w
A Gun's Defence
I have killed people several,
More than a hundred overall,
True, I am just a dangerous tool
In the hands of a bigottish fool.
But Iam an inanimate object
Whom the insane uses to eject
Slugs that fly with tremendous force-
Powerful to pierce even steel doors.
I have no will of my own
Which fact is very well known,
The hand that holds me decides
The killing, maiming and suicides.
Please don't blame me for the bloodshed
Caused by a maniacal hothead,
I am just a lifeless object
Devoid of will or intellect.
Raghav R
©raghavendran
19.5.2022 -
raghavendran
1w
Harsh Summer of North India
Writersnetwork: Thanks for reposting this poem.
Many parts of Northern India experience extreme heat during summer, coupled with the havoc caused by hot stormy winds, locally called "loo". Right from morning, people don't dare to move under the hot sun to avoid sunstroke; as a result every place wears a deserted look and the usual sounds fall silent. The heat is so harsh, it induces a stupor on all living beings. This poem depicts the scene of those summer days till monsoon arrives.
Harsh Summer of North India
The sun is at the Zenith
Scorching the world beneath
With his blinding white rays,
It is a peak Summer day.
The trees stand tired in the heat,
Their branches bowing as though in defeat
Suffered in an unequal fight
Like darkness defeated by the brilliant light.
Silence rules the streets and lanes,
Flies sit dazed on window panes,
Dogs lie curled beneath the trees,
Hives are silent with the inactive bees.
A few strays in heat-induced stupor lie
In the narrow drain under the merciless sky,
With their tongues lolling and eyes half shut,
Surrounded by dry muck and cigarette butts.
Except for the occasional whirr of an electric fan
Breaking the stillness of the lane,
It is pure silence everywhere,
As felt in a deserted village fair.
The walls are hot to the touch,
Exposed to sunrise daylong as such,
People are driven to the terrace to sleep
But rush down when the morning sun does peep.
From the tarrred roads scorched by hot rays
Gossamer waves upwards gently rise
Mimicking the mirage of the deserts
When the summer sun his power asserts.
After days of unrelenting heat,
Suddenly one day the sun retreats
As though propelled by a curious whim,
Behind the clouds that blot him.
Soon starts a dust storm violent,
The city or the village is no longer silent,
Ferocious winds batter the windows and doors
Of every household with tremendous force.
Then comes a respite from the heat
For a day or so before hot rays greet
The town and the people once again
Till monsoon clouds bring copius rain.
Raghav R
16.05.2022 -
luvnotes_challenge_host
3w
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For this challenge I'll be welcoming the wonderful @sweedle as my co-host. ��♀️��
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#writersnetwork #miraquill #conceptprompt #cees_para_uTHIS CHALLENGE IS CLOSED
The idea of a doppelganger version of myself existing in a parallel universe simultaneously fascinates me and freaks me out, so I figure it makes for an intriguing challenge concept. Read on for challenge rules and requirements please.
CHALLENGE OBJECTIVE: Imagine you looked into the mirror and suddenly had the ability to peer into parallel universes, particularly one where a different version of yourself currently exists.
Pen a poetic/prose piece that provides a detailed explanation of what that experience would be like, including a full character review of your "other self." This parallel self would look just like you, but the personality, life, living conditions, habits, beliefs, etc., would be totally different.
Put your best creative efforts forward and dust off the old imagination for this challenge!
*One submission per person, penned in English.
REFRAIN FROM THE FOLLOWING:
-Plagiarism
-Heated political/religious topics
-Inappropriate language/content
-Offensive/foul language or topics
-Hate speech, harassment, or bullying
DURATION: This challenge will be open for 48 hours from the time of posting. It's over when it says "2d" in the upper right corner of this post.
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lovenotes_from_carolyn
3w
Read MoreUpdate: Please pardon my ongoing absence as I attempt to resolve a health issue.
Please pardon my recent absence. I had deactivated for Mother's Day weekend, and then my father had a bad accident, so I remained deactivated longer than I had planned to.
#elfchen #wod #miraquill #writersnetworkWorlds
Parallel universes
Existing all around
Hidden in plain sight
Interdimensional
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raghavendran
4w
The Upside Down
Editor's Choice: Thanks for selecting this poem.
The Upside Down
(A poem for children)
Dad, there's something gray and fat,
Hanging upside down in the tree,
It looks almost like a rat,
Won't you please come and see?
He's hanging there quiet and still
I wonder whether he's dead
Or whether he's just ill;
He doesn't even move his head.
I threw a stone at him
To rouse him from his sleep;
The stone didn't miss its aim
But he continues his sleep deep;
Dad, come quick and watch this clown
And tell me what it is;
He's still upside down
And seems to be in total bliss.
Dear child, it's not a rat,
They don't hang upside down;
The one on the tree is a bat
By which name he's known.
He hunts his prey at night
And sleeps throughout the day;
At night his eyes work aright,
He's blind during day, they say;
I woke up well past midnight,
And shone a beam at the tree,
The upside down had taken flight
And nothing was there to see.
Raghav R
02..05.2022
©raghavendran -
raghavendran
4w
Two Tribes
Leaders and Common MenEditor's Choice:. Thank you very much for selecting this poem.
Man on the street or man without power
Is the one who is bound to suffer;
Between countries when war is on
The sufferer is the common man.
He flees his home and his country,
At bordering countries, he is denied entry,
He is a homeless refugee, his wherewithall gone,
No longer belonging to where he was born.
Mile upon mile he walks with whatever he has,
With his family tired and trudging along, alas!
He is welcomed by none and nowhere,
Uncertain future at him does stare.
Look at the other side of the story,
Leaders and people who matter have no worry,
Political Asylum is granted without hitch,
Where they lead a life of the rich.
Many countries invite them on their own
And in aircrafts are very safely flown,
They receive respect as they did once
And enjoy a life of absolute assurance.
They may return to the country they fled
Aided by the friendly forces again to head,
When circumstances change with passage of time
And enjoy their former life sublime.
Oh! what an irony it is,
That the vulnerable always faces crises,
While the ones wielding power
Are blest with all the best ever.
Raghav R
27.04.2022.
©raghavendran
