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Tattered book
A tattered book under shambles lay
As I stumbled through debris grey
Broken tiles and concrete
Crunched loudly under my feet
Something dark
Caught my eye
In the hues of greyness
A splatter of red dye!
Clearing the dust
A found the tattered book beneath
Splatter of blood
Bookmarked the pages underneath.
I picked it up; shook
Froze for a minute or two.
Then I took with me
The bloodied bookmarked book.
©the_ramble_queen
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I can never
I can never be perfect for you
So I stopped!
No more pleasing
No more belittling myself
To make you feel important
I can never be anything less
But perfect for me!
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And I stayed quiet
The world burnt around me
And I stayed quiet
Accusations hurled and gossip
Passed back and forth
My quietness didn't budge
At all from its core
Shyness infused with fear
Of contribution with righteous gear
Thousands of thoughts like
Clouds with water, swirled with might
I wanted to say so many things
And I stayed quiet
©the_ramble_queen -
Strong
Remember me as a force that
Made you reach the top
Remember me as a power that
Stayed with you when your own family would not
Remember my persistence
When I kept on giving you my all
Remember me as a survivor that
Stayed strong when you left me after you had it all
Remember me as I am now
Extremely happy
As I claim my life for my own!
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Fear is a grenade
People use to conform
Our views, our beliefs
And our will!
©the_ramble_queen -
Fear the signs
From the universe
When it don't coincide with mine
Mine and my mind
It plays tricks on me
So bad that I hide
From me, the whole town.
The world is mean and fierce
It scares me to just think about
How crazy it is out there
Where the world is ruled by
Not the artists but their fears!
Fears twisted and used against us
It is a means to concur us to their will
But they succeed
And we still live in fear!
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For when he comes to meet, I meet
For when he decides to call, I receive
For when he toys with me, I forfeit
For when he wants sex, I agree
For when he forgets me for days, I permit
For when he walks all over me, I oblige
How long do you think it will take
For me to choose myself over him?
©the_ramble_queen -
Goodbye to the wounds that never healed!
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False heroes
Praise the lordes and heroes brave
A Ballard sung handsomely in their grace
Tales of bravery woven so well
Tales are false, their grace it's naught
Their schemes are sly, manipulation so daunt
Dead cannot deny, accusations made in their name
For history is written by the ones who remain
Ones who gloried and revelled in bloodshed
Stories of greatness are woven by
monsters of nightmare
We celebrate their lies
We are enchanted by their tall tales
And we forget over & over again
History is written by the ones who remain
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the_ramble_queen
19w
Read MoreMy winters are warm this year
Filled with stolen kisses
on long windy crowded street
Cramped rides together
That's how we travel the city
Our crazy laughter,
Running helter skelter
Fascinating sights
Around every corner
Magnificent delights
Always in sight
Arm in arm
We watch the city transform
Bright colors fill the night!
Sometimes it rains
Sometimes we don't see any sun
But you make it ok
You make this beautiful city magical
You, my darling
Make my cold winter warm this year!
©the_ramble_queenA Winter in Paris
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The broken tureen and Ms.Belle
'It rained all night'
soughing, the sky tickled my skin
Tapped a drop on my nose
I snuffle as I snuggled in my eiderdown.
Sleep hunched over my senses
'Click
|
Crunch'
The shattering sound made me jump from my bed
Scurrying out, All I saw were pieces of my grandma's tureen
Exasperated, my feet changed the direction
A black furry tail moved from west to east,
Making me squawk in horror
Holding a beanpole in one hand and moccasin in other
Chanting holy names— hidden behind a curtain
I squeaked as two green orbs gaped deeply in my eyes
Like a star descry the starry night
'Whoa!' I stumbled from my place as a black cat plodded into the scene
We both kept staring at each other
'Ms.Belle' I growled
'Meow!' she purred with fright, disappearing in seconds
'huff!' I plopped down on my vanity chair
mourning the loss of the tureen
I kept mumbling how Ms.Belle have discommoded me everyday
With her cattish comportment
Mopping up the mess, I sighed heavily
As I espied the area
My gaze halted at Ms.Belle looking sheepishly at me
Licking her eensy moustache
'Meow' She caterwauled running away from my grasp
'Ms.Belle' I threw myself towards the milk pack
which is now working as her titfer
forgetting the broken tureen
in the mucky dustpan .
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i am scared of
drowning ; so i
walk across
the baby pool
while the rest
race like sharks
- swimming lessons
©wingedpoetry -
soulfulstirrings
14w
Read MoreThere are enough reasons to apologise to others .. but today through this piece I have apologised to myself .. for taking a step backward when I was supposed to move forward .. for being an empathetic bystander , for feeling deeply but not reaching out .. for not voicing my concerns and for walking on paths etched by societal norms and not following the call of my heart .
#haiku #apology @odysseuswill you listen to me ....
For long I painted
with hues borrowed from others
creating chaos
standing discreetly
tears welling over her pain
embroiled in what ifs
Blindfolded and sinking
in swamps of norms that beguile
was this even me ?
oft watching sunsets
scribbling apology notes
for selling my soul
for walking on paths
mosaics of someone else's dream
smothering my own
now I walk alone
with a bagful of regrets
weighing on my chest
I untie these knots
embarking on a voyage
seeking a new me
it's never too late
to turn back and walk away
from a call not yours
©soulfulstirrings -
kefi_kat
14w
Read MoreThank you for the like @writersnetwork❣️
#monostich #wod #pod #miraquill #writersnetwork #ceesreposts #readwriteuniteAu Revoir Dear Moon
Incomplete lines, words dead, poems lost in threat. Goodbye, waved the moon; to the girl who once used to be.
©kefi_kat -
And sweetheart,
when I will be in your arms, I will paint this perfection of goodbye into a love just like the moon didn't hold in the arms of the sky.
©bemyonly_faithofheart -
Finally, sweetheart
I've got wings of goodbye to realise how much love cursed my poetic soul with plenty of wounds become wisdom.
©bemyonly_faithofheart -
7 reasons why [Prisoner poems:Caged or emancipated?]
(1)
stretching and yawning
in my mind, a siren
shackling my poems
(2)
the FIR lodged
squawking my lexicons, pleading mercy
I smoked devilishly
(3)
officers commanding verses
to stand hand in hand
completing a stanza
(4)
directing a gun
towards my forehead, I mosaicked
by flawed stones
(5)
mics–speakers, screeched
'put down gun' officer begged
trigger pulled, shot
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(6)
Newspapers all red
majuscule words 'the prisoner poems
of suicidal poet'
(7)
writer's block arresting
cardiac,quilling veins of poems
murdering a poet
✿my poems are in prison, I'm underneath a graveyard and writer's block is still governing at my peaceful hearth, pieces to pieces I'm being prisoned in my own thoughts . Or maybe my poems are tasting the slice of emancipation.
©fromwitchpen -
rozella
24w
Read MoreI've no idea what I penned �� mostly a #temp
@writersnetwork �� thank you so much for the ❤️
@miraquill thankew choo much for EC ������
#first #wod
The first time I realized I'm expecting,
Musings of having a tiny human growing in me
Stuffed my soul with bursting happiness
And my eyes with rolling tears .
Besides all these , I did have fears
Those freaking ideas of new mom hood .
I wasn't aware how my body will respond
I was afraid how my hormones would react
I know this fragment of life could be easy
but somewhere inside ,the possible errors frightened
Either way
Being fortunate to have you in my arms
Mattered the most to me
Shrieks of how long will it last , this dilation and contrasts
That battle of eightfold hours active labour .
But That few minute following birth
That moment your eyes started to look around the environment
All those pain to bring you out made sense
Glimpsing your perfect little face ,
Did change my complete world .
I was Social anxious and narrow minded
But when you were hungry, I'll feed you anywhere
Stores or restaurants, or even in church
I really don't care .
There was times, I lost track of my plans
There was times my new body was being body shamed
There was times our relationship were questioned
There was times I felt sorry for myself to take up advises with a bucket load of salt
But at the end of the day all this bothers ,Mattered less
Infront of your sleeping face ,
convincing me how fortunate I am .Motherhood is full of surprises
Especially when you've never done it .
First time you get in with expectations
And later you get discovered in a whole new set of world .
Baby's cries won't bother you anymore
poopy diapers won't make you sick
And breast feeding will never feel a burden .
©rozella -
sree_nidhi
24w
Read MoreRace Towards First
Always the runner up
Never the first,
Nor the best.
Like the changing season,
Thought of her changes from
Person to Person
Never permenent.
Like the wind,
She kept touching,
The lives of others.
Tired of running behind,
Hiding in someone else's shadows
As if she doesn't make a difference,
She thought as she drowned in the indifference.
And she tried and tried
To be the first thought,
That crosses their minds.
She tried her best
Everyday as if it was,
Her first and last time
Yet all she was,
Is just a distant echo
of a great melody
To all their ears.
©sree_nidhi
#first #wod #pod #poetry #melody #shadow #secondbest @miraquill @mirakeeworld @writersnetwork @writerstolliRace Towards First
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detour
24w
That day was one of a kind
I had notions many running on my mind
With the breeze so cold
And the clouds, so eager to pour everything they hold
Something warm, something strong, was good to touch and feel
Like some painting or a film, it was more than real
I wished if for once I could slow down this time
When things looked so perfect
And with the life, moments finally learned how to rhyme
With every sip of the warmth
And tickling beneath my skin the drop of rains chilled
I stole all these seconds and minutes from that day
Keep it safe I will in my voids and relish every bit of it
Until next time they decide to cross my way
©detour
