Word Prompt: Write a 8 word short tale on Breathe
Breathe to live a life that truly matters.
Word Prompt: Write a 3 word micro-tale on Transparent
Transparent thinking succeeds
Word Prompt: Write a 8 word one-liner on Earth
The deprived earth is healing it's wounds.©ultimathinks
Word Prompt: Write a 6 word short write-up on Unspoken
Unspoken words convey the deepest meaning.
Word Prompt: Write a 3 word short tale on Forgive
Forgive for peace.©ultimathinks
Word Prompt: Write a 10 word short tale on Struggle
My mind struggles to keep my sanity intact and stable.
Word Prompt: Write a 6 word short write-up on Survive
Survive for the betterment of humanity
Her true identity is concealedin a multicoloured tapestryof individual threads ofdifferent hues and coloursentwined together©ultimathinks#entangled#writersnetwork
Word Prompt: Write a 10 word micro-tale on Sentimental
Being sentimental does not help, analyse the situation then act.
Word Prompt: Write a 3 word one-liner on Loyalty
Friendship demands loyalty.
#weekend #wod #writersnetwork #miraquillThank you very much ♡ @writersnetwork
No more partial to pink I would rather wobble In my black and whitesNo more assignment deadlines I would rather nerd On my favourite blog Weekends look like a true smile Costumed in wine-red roses Sometimes a whole new person Getting off of autopilot and Walking down a different street They smell of poems Scuffed between the leaves Of an old leather journal For smaller stress And spare optimismThey spice like a Few minutes busy walk A statement of too-cool-for-school Hues for tuning on your `blah day Postponing a while only To smell sunflowersAnd plucking a few for Your new notebook They talk like a full moon On the new year eveA tête à tête with stargazingUnder a naked night sky From letting goThe grind of the week To boosting brain With a hearty meal Weekends are a whole summer mood Full of all other happy things Like a full rainbow on a sunset palette And the laugh of cowrie shells woodsorrels_
I wake up with him smiling over me,Gleefully adding extra milk and sugar to the coffee.His face, the mellow sun of the December morning,Or a sunflower field,Lulls me to sleep,Lures me with a cozy dream.I snuggle with my blanket a bit.The dial hanging on my empty wall,Stops warning,Strikes magic,Loses few more circles than usualAnd regrets not.The dial wants to take a break and celebrate.He is always worth the wait.I walk a few steps with him,Or dance together to vinyl records,And let languor usurp every inch.My breath escapes into air.He spills poetry into my ear.He speaks of falling in love with strangerAs I recline to finish knitting five tales.He tastes like cherries, childhood and chocolate cakes.Hours are trapped into an irrevocable cycle.There is only moving forward.We stumble and start gleaning againThe splinters of light.And carve out again a hollow in my headTo make room for another five tales.He vanishes again,Only the vestiges of love lingers.The poet in the pages writes a complaint.We carry the world too much with us,We care and worry too much,We stare not and count the stars.Perhaps, that is the life we love.Another week starts again,But with sweet pause,Smelling of him.As always....©aphroditenow
#snowflake #wod #miraquill #writersnetwork I am a little snowflake Soft and roundA white blanket I makeWhen I fall on the ground! Purity my virtue,Magic is what I makeWhen I land on grass,It's greenery I take!The nature sleeps soundEveryone goes underground Coolness engulfs the worldWhen my season is around!Magical land it becomesThe meadow that I touchAll you can see is whiteAs far as the eye can reach!I lay a beautiful tapestryOn every surface I liePoets dance at my sightAnd lovers yearn and cry!Snow men and snow ballsSnow cones and castlesAll you can make with meIt's all easy, no hassles!But I am here to stayOnly for months threeWhen the sun shinesI am then set free!Thanks for the EC @miraquill Thanks for the read @writersnetwork
I come from lands of magicAnd yet my story is tragic.I leave my cloudy homeAnd fall from the gray dome.I come swirling downWearing a silver gown.Frozen before I fall I land on trees tall.People look at me in aweSunshine's touch and I thaw!©gg
I descend from the skyto kiss my earth bridenaively I swirl along the wind, my palanquinto reach her dusty lipsand as I embracethe gentle touchof her warm skinwith love so eternal and forlorn, I'm reborn to unite with my beloved©shiyuzaki
This crop is a village of thirsty mouths, It gulps monsoons of water like afoot traveller in a desert,for its heart of sugar can only learn the word Sweet,when water graces its roots,Tall, brown and lean, like a matriachal village head,the crop rustles in songwhen the North Indian wind caressesit's leaves, whileThe stem ambitiously dreams of its destiny to be turned into the very soul of Indian sweets,blissfully unaware of the perils of the mill.©artemiswrites
#anxiety #introvert #outcast #fittingin
Ode to the introvert
I see your face as you walk through the door Nervously glancing around the roomJust an average day , until your anxiety comes out to playYou don't want to be here Too many people with endless conversation You'd rather be homeYou're being awfully silent They put you to the test...Questions and inquiries as to why you're not like the restYou feel their eyes on you ... They dont understand You don't fit the mold You're a problem that needs solving Why aren't you laughing ? Why do you feel uncomfortable? They will help you be normal &become someone newDon't change a thing , my fellow outcast Everyone is different There's nothing wrong with you©dreamersneverlearn
understanding is a bridge you walk from one side to the otherslowly perusing the scenery sure footedInstead of skipping andrunninghead upturned catching snowflakes on the tongue©charlieka
Life is like a snowflakeA falling starA fragile reminder of what we areBorn of a raindropEach flake uniqueYet all are blown by the windOr drift without destinationOr cling to one another.
THE BALM OF PEACE
As the grudge of yester years builds,the hate mounts in strides;The once tender soul stinks,and craves for nought but blood,desecrating the land with filth,Yet the still voice of peace beckonfor love.Though they seem not to hear;but their hearts yearns to bear,in the direction of swings;To behold once again the songs;that gladden and brews with love.Peace the joy of onehood;the spice of barriers of ethnicity and tribalismand frowns at the intent of favouritismbut advocates the religion of love.Peace the language that motivates the soul,it brightens and inspires the mind;It is the light that grows in the dark,it breathes life into the withered land,Through the silhouette of unity.Arise you battered and bittered,we are all casualtiesJust like the juntos declaredNo victor no vanquish;The antidote we all seek,can only be found in the balm of peace.~meedeh
I’m not asking for approval,that belongs to timeThe spoken words I cherish most,to you seem out of rhymeI’m not asking for acceptance,my muse rejects your praiseIn darker moments light is found—your comments weakly phrased.(The New Room: December, 2021)