I'm looking at you, cause I love blue and grey ♡
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learning to live every today
learning to look through their eyes, how they smile sweetly with eyes but haunt simultaneously. learning to wear my invisible cloak around visible danger signs or yea, people.learning to weave a cute rainbow on purple sweatshirt and customize it for the upcoming christmas.learning to catch silhouettes of peace in little things.fear floats in my head like lilies, under the moonlight, dyspnea takes over as I lay still on the floor, watching black swans happily swimming around me.I'm left in awe, how the boy collects fresh yellow buds, customizes those leaves and by the time he gives the girl, they bloom. I'm learning to make my poems bloom just before my reader receives them.©thesunshineloves
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poems light me up like one of those candles, in the church, high on hope.
poems light me up like one of those candles, in the church, high on hope. silver stained aspectabund tries well to be happy, however in a act. while, life is a barren field frozen with snow, only seeds of hatred, grew flowers, but thorns of truth. fallen leaves gather around those torn pages, far from my reach. love is a growing garland around the catacomb of my hope, stars climb up on my roof as night climbs onto my window. surreal love maze holds tight onto my head, as hurricanes of doubt and anxiety visit me every midnight. caramel loveletters in braille letters, touching my tears, every punctured hole grazing my wounded fingertips, a laugh in the sea of sadness, I fall into the same abyss everyday.my heart is like a gloomy empty postbox, quieter than before....listening to kids (stories) playing in the street. a pied piper visits me in dreams wishing me a good night, a light in the sea of sadness, makes my daily routine's evening segment a little better. my little sobs and snores the noise is like music to his ears, I wish to pay him like that, with my deep sleep to his songs.©thesunshineloves
Iss waqt ki mujhe khwaish nahi, pehle se hi kahin thi yeh dil mein chupi.....
World split into two hemispheres to chose between sun and moon, while I start to choose between mornings and nights, which I never get to decide or choose. I'm walking on the same street that I did years before, but this street lost all it's aesthetic values. Not a fort is the same, not a street vendor thinks like before. Not have I changed or the evening. Dew stands on my head like before earth begins to rotate. Altered dresses don't fit standards anymore, as people chose characters by dresses. Books level up, but kids stay the same.....dumb. By the twilight, sunsets manage to get out of my memories, while I'm still editing my assignments carefully. The same reel of bohemian beaches full of orthodox shores, carefully delivering shells and pearls on for some gypsy souls. By 5, Amit trivedi and Shankar-Ehsaan-Loy duelling with Sulaiman and Mohit Chauhan, I'm still chasing between stars, that I don't belong to. Well, they don't know how much they helped me all through my years on earth.Flower child cornered by autumn, whispers about spring-tales wanting a beautiful year. Ranting about unknown people, setting myself some boundaries, I overthink the nth time before I see my clock turn from 1 to 10. It's easy to count numbers, but easier to pass time thinking around, when some birds fly past my balcony. It's still the same day and some drizzle makes it better as I miss sunshine with my morning cup of coffee.©taetae_
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peacefully shaping words (myself) ontomy one last sculpture....
each line dragged out forsmelting in my woods,fire breathes aureum tiffany stained glass reflects my sour domains filters poems off my soulabnegates fate off my skin serial lies caught my heart,in a silvery web,stoning a one last rocklike my face,multiple words adored like tears, antique piercings to my ears,some memories lay over my eyelashes,I wish to be fake,to throw all of 'em away into seas someday.colors drench from within the sculpturefrom my soul,red for kisses from mother,blue for long days with tired eyes,white like pearls to tears,bronze skin,pink blush,yellow like dewdrops as dreams hang onto my eyes,black for my hair,raindrops to my iris,evergreen memories.quiet when I scream inside,peacefully shaping extra details onto the sculpture,butterflies carry dandelion ligules,onto my hair,where my lonely firefly nestles,breathing out warm breathes,while listening me speakthrough my mask.©taetae_
fragile are dreams,or me?
crawling into my dreams before the grey night unwinds,draining all wordly myths of success into whirlpool of hope, convincing my bohemian heart and bronze skin with sumptuous alhambresque soul for another try,shuddering like an art on the church walls, to begin with again, I leave,following the only star that lights in my universe to get my inner child back.©taetae_
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Shelly, heart me once more....weave me a new sunshine across my door!
white snow melting around the flue,last night snowstorm stopped by twilight,for now fireplace has lightedmy tears burning in there, give light.Shelly, heart me once more,weave me a new sunshine, across my door!new day blooms like fresh bread in oven,beautiful bluebirds fly to mewith my christmas gifts,icing my sweets,while I leave a bookmark in my novel,slipping out of the grey sheets,onto cold tilesI find my room filled with a new smell of hopeShelly, heart me once more,weave me a new sunshine, across my door!my guard brokenlike window panes,as I crumble some cookies,for turtledoves that guard my doors,my anxiety and depressionseems to be drowning in sweet aroma of hot chocolate silently sings canticles,Shelly, heart me once more,weave me a new sunshine, across my door!until next christmas ~©taetae_
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the moonchild's metanoia - melt in mágoa of mizpah
winters adorepale cheeks of moonchild, colourful feathers of love-birds.a lovely myth of moonchild, gets back to earth before it snows,as it says ---- // hearthstones melts in, fire called sacrifice, with a toska inside. snow is made of pure rain, while clouds take birth from fumes of hatred from earth, clouds given a single taskto turn this hatred into love. this love needs to be sent back to earth, to let hatred be ignored. //before new year begins, filled with flaws, yet empty, the snow is thus bought down to earth by- // angels alamort in crisis, they face towards skies, reach out their hands for love from above. crystals of snow, roll down from seventh heaven, flake-like petals of heavenly flowers, fly down to earth.when love lands down, bright mistletoes above, make things be light and calm, in the end, to let go the mágoa of mizpah. //©taetae_
under the sunshine
let me get our shadows together, let me arrest the sunshinefor this. ♧
don't get back to my poemsif you don't want to stay forever in my lines ♧
shades confuse more when on heart than skin
shades of skindon't change as much as of soul's. ♧
#geluklinersCan be ignored, just a rant XDHope y'all doing good🦋Bye❤️
//the idea you have of me,~makes me want to die//©gelukzoeker
Smile like those abandoned flowers that leave fragrance in the hand that plucks them©writeforjoy
This world will forgetAll the laurels she bought into lightBut will glorify all the anxious truftsShe tried to distract herself from//:)©khanjaseera
Let go of the reins and sit back comfortably for a while. You've worked hard for a reason - to enjoy life. If you don't do it now, then when?|take time out|©shadowofthoughts_
बस दो वक्त चाहिए मुझे इस शाम का,एक मेरे नाम का एक तुम्हारे नाम का।©rani_shri
एक अल्हड़ बचपने की तरहमिट्टी के गुल्लक में जमा किए हैं मैंनेकई अकेली रातों के सितारेंजब से बूढ़ी दादी-मां से सुना था किइन सितारों में तुम्हारा कोई अपना रहता है!!©सांझ
You can't be mine but, darling! i can be your poetry, write me a sonnet from the ink of love, where the metaphor rhymes my broken heart sublime syllables©rumanrulesneverend
#metaphor #ak_sonnetsAll Rights Reserved25 Nov 2021 7 pm SONNET XX - ABAB CDCD EFEF GG 10 syllables each line /S'envoler - to fly awaySaorsa - freedomSayonees - soulmate
A laugh in the sea of sadness drowns deepMarmoris of melancholy, a maze Benchmarks of bathic blues sirenize creepLike hederate skreighs that tosdach, a daze A light in the sea of darkness floats fèathZemūdens zeal embarks to levitateKalon katara kaleidoscope breathGolden braiding beliefs to navigateWaves wail, the noise is music to his earsVolna's vetkas whelving woes, sprouting glees Wind whistles, the voice is bliss to his tearsSailor saorsa tails sillage sayonees Life is a barren field frozen with snow Love is a growing garland fecund flowe©ak_anjali_daydreamzz
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.
--Today, write a short poem using one of the metaphors listed below--
1. A laugh in the sea of sadness
2. The noise is music to his ears
3. Love is a growing garland
4. Life is a barren field frozen with snow
5. A light in the sea of darkness
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Comment below the metaphor you are using!
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"We all come with baggage. Find someone who loves you enough to help you unpack yours."-author unknown