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unloved_poetries
1w
Read MoreThere's a sadness in me that makes me want to hide into the softest of shoulders and cry all night.
I don't want to keep me so vulnerable but something in me doesn't know how to hide.
I get sad often and stare blankly at the skies for hours.
I'm a playlist on repeat that never heard of another song.
I've been in love with the same old poet and the same old poem that tugs my heart.
I dream of same old dreams ought to be broken.
I wish for same old love to break my heart. I'm only chaos and confusion, tears and desolation.
I am not meant for anybody to keep me close.
I am only a fleeting seasonal flower made to love once;
and when withered in the autumn,
forgotten amongst all things dead.
I ask for nothing,
for I know that you'll tell me that I am the one who makes myself distant when you come with love to my door.
I too am eager to tell you how lonely I am inside this dark little house and how I crave for sunset and romances like any another heart.
But I hold myself;
for I know of all the silences that'll be followed after I tell my tragedies .
I know you won't want to stay any longer;
for you will have no words of comfort nor any magic to heal me.
And thus I would say,
on days when I am distant,
keep me away from you
as I keep myself away from all of you.
We'll save each other from all the tragedies that the wind could carry from dark grey sky of mine to the azure sky of yours.
We'll save us from all the despair
I have in my soul,
For I don't want you to know that pain
That's all too familiar.
Oh yes, I still want to cry on a shoulder all night,
But I know of the trails my tears will leave behind
And I know of all the things that'll go on in your mind.
I save us all from a heartbreak;
Me from breaking yours,
from blaming yourself for not being able to hush me up
And you breaking mine from guilt of not being able to receive your love.
©unloved_poetries -
GOODBYES
Goodbyes that fall off your eyes,
without leaving your lips,
Goodbyes that stay in your heart
And hauntingly in all of your memories,
Goodbyes that bid you bye
Everyday once in your dream,
Goodbyes you search for,
When you wake up
from that terrible dream,
Goodbyes you keep repeating
to your long lost self;
Goodbyes never taken back
Goodbyes never talked about,
Goodbyes never meant to be;
Goodbyes you want to collect and keep,
Goodbyes you want to record and weep,
Goodbyes you smell and get sick,
Goodbyes you taste and get weak.
All of these;
And on the other side,
All the goodbyes ought to be,
All the goodbyes hard to see.
©unloved_poetries -
Some days,
I want to place falling stars
On the lips
Of all the hopeless hearts.
Some day,
I pray that all the wishes
They sigh upon,
Gets fulfilled gracefully.
©unloved_poetries -
I want to press upon the keys of a piano
to make a song that plays out my grief -
aesthetically.
No one would like it raw.
It would be hard to bear.
People always run away
when things get too heavy.
And no one wants to burden themself,
especially for others.
But then, I don't know how to play one.
I want to scream out all of my pain to you.
I want to know the precise words to make you know my pain, absolutely the same way.
But I don't know many words nor any means to make them reach your heart.
You live in a universe too far away from the world of feelings.
Or perhaps, I speak in a language you understand not.
Whatever it is, my words are meant to pass you yet reach every other soul,
All the while keeping me a stranger to the love of 7 billion people.
©unloved_poetries -
unloved_poetries
6w
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I know looking at the autumn leaves falling in sunset look pretty, but tonight, I want to walk with you under the yellow streetlights and tell you that I'll be there with you even when everything's not as pretty as the sunset;
That I'll walk with you in the dark
and together we can watch the fall of misery
whilst watching the love grow infinitely -
through all the chaos.
I'd want to take you home tonight.
And if there isn't one, we would build one,
Out of remnants of hope and love,
We would make it happen before the dawn,
for we are meant to stay together anyway.
I would want to keep you protected
The way clouds do to the moon and sky.
Pick up all of your grief and come to me.
I know of not many ways to make them disappear
But I'm willing to keep half of it or more,
If that's what makes you smile besides all of the storms.
Don't keep yourself lonely in that rain,
I'd always want to listen to your stories of nostalgia
Amidst the faint sounds of thunders and lightnings.
Through all of these;
The ups and downs,
The constancies and changings,
I'd want to keep you with me
The way the moon and stars,
Are kept by the sky.On days
when you want to stay distant,
I'd want you to know that
you're allowed to take your time.
I'm willing to wait for you,
for you are the comet to my sky.
©unloved_poetries -
unloved_poetries
9w
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I have forgotten poetries
inside of me.
For tonight,
I feel no grief
Nor do I have
any happiness to rejoice.
It's surprising to see
that happiness,
No matter
how tremendous it is,
Lasts only for a day or two;
And grief felt for a moment
Lasts for an eternity or two.
And right now,
I'm devoid of both.
Belonging anywhere
doesn't make sense to me.
I want detachment
fom all things firm on fate;
Waiting to part away
someday anyways.
I'm tired of
searching metaphors
And disguised happiness,
When all I'm being served
is one reality of disappointment
whilst time is slipping
from my hand.
©unloved_poetries.
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unloved_poetries
15w
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I'm so sick for not getting over all the things I should have been over with. My heart winces with a pain as if it has lost a home to the storms. My poetries are done with the saddened plots; they wish to see breezy spring skies and not the bleak winter rains.
It's been a while since I had abandoned my poetries. I remember it was a sad night and I didn't want to scatter my melancholy anymore. I had promised them, that I would heal and come back. And once I come back, I would be a merry sunflower. Yet, here I am, all the same.
Where must you be at ease to leave me behind in such a mess?
I wish to go there and bring me peace too,
And I won't bother to hold you in my memories anymore,
Because all I wish for now, is to erase you forever
Without shedding tears anymore.
I'm ready to write you one last goodbye poem
And to never think about you again.
But when do people really give up on things
Especially when it is all that they are.
©unloved_poetries.
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unloved_poetries
34w
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It was neither in your intention, nor my choice.
It was in the wind that felt cold which struck me with a realization of an echoing emptiness residing outside and within.
The stars that look like pieces of glass, once in a while falls over the horizon of an abandoned desert,
So worthless, when devoid of eyes that admires its beauty,
Same as the heart; so languid, when devoid of love.
This, the world of love,
Onism a constant incompleteness,
You, a permanent scar on my memory,
And things like these - etched on grief;
too hard to be talked about,
Yet too often grieved upon;
I'm afraid, most of all,
Of an infinite half, that can never be whole.
And most of all, I'm talking about us.
©unloved_poetries.
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unloved_poetries
34w
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Blurring hopes decay your heart, yet you tell people, love is what keeps you alive.
Grief of love weighs heavier than the happiness. Broken dreams make you cry instead of the ones you never dreamt about.
And you tell, dreams are what keep you alive.
Life must have a sardonic algorithm. Ready to fill your heart and emptying it, as if it were its favourite pastime.
In every sunset, I see myself drowning within the depth of oceans, and pieces of me scattering away with the evening breezes.
Somedays, I feel, that's how it'll stop. When I'll vanish in parts, and nothing would remain to bother me anymore.
Yet every midnight, the grief swims out of the ocean, and sleeps peacefully by my side, keeping me awake.
Tell me, if you ever saw them coming to an end. I'm waiting for mine.
©unloved_poetries.
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Sorrows stay like
a permanent skyline,
stuck with
the sky of happiness.
©unloved_poetries
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shrutitripathi
1d
Read MoreA Burning Home.
Ma, move, will you?
The flames are not reducing so,
should I make some chapatis today?
Oh, no, don't worry I won't burn my hands
for protecting our burning home.
One more wall has fallen down, Ma,
but three are still standing there,
so it is still a Home.
Look at the stars, the sky has always been
our ceiling, isn't it? We are privileged, Ma.
So, get up, we have so much flour tonight -
flour enough to make us believe that
our appetite is satisfied.
I promise to tell you I'm full,
right after finishing my plate half.
Ma, move, will you?
Can you hear the sounds of siren
and noise of the crowd? Water splashing -
so much water, Ma, so why did you
wake up to walk miles for it?
The crowd is alarmed, they are crying, Ma,
why? oh, for you cried yesterday night?
They are all here, Ma, to see you,
and me, and our burning home.
They are good people, Ma,
they will wake you up from your sleep.
I know they made you sleep,
they were ignorant, Ma, but they are here now,
so move, will you?
Our home, till few hours before
could not even afford a candle in the dark,
but it is illuminating the locality now,
you see Ma? The home of darkness is
the source of light, let us be proud tonight.
The fire is still dancing on the broken floor,
Ma, are you still sleeping?
You say two chapatis are enough for you,
there is too much black flour from the fire,
will you eat three today?
People out there are in fear, Ma,
your sleep scares them, why?
Is it because they did not hear your cries
but can hear your pale silence?
People are weird, Ma, they are shouting and
asking me to leave you here and come out.
Eyes that were ignorant to us
are showing pathetic pity.
I'm going to make chapatis,
Ma, move now, will you?
-shruti, witnessing humanity in a burning home.��A Burning Home.
©shrutitripathi
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_firefly
1w
Read More#prose #two @writersnetwork well-- thank you wn for always supporting me <33 #fireflywn
using prompts after a long time.Remember me as the hope that shines in your eyes when you hang a dream catcher on the window of your pastel walled room. Its shining stones reflecting your passion and preserving your joy in the spectrum. The wind swaying its feathers while the demons beneath your bed dance upon the unburied swords of past mistakes you carry on your chest.
Remember me as you look at the full moon, with dry tears in your eyes and wish to paint its scars with silver dripping from your tongue. The blemishes on your face are hidden behind that mask of peach smile you wear. The wildflowers in the cemetery of your mind are blooming as your lips part to touch the crooning darkness of the night.
Remember me as the mysterious novel character you could never figure out, who plays on the extreme level of extremities. You tried to be like her, carried a dagger strapped to your thigh under your sundress, but something was always missing. Maybe your teeth are not as sharp to cut the ropes of angst and your fragile beautiful hands can never dare to devour another's grief like a golden apple.
//remember me as
your favourite melody
on days when emptiness
echoes in your mind,
and your name is lost
in a whirling storm
of all the other names,
quarreling to be
inscribed on a tombstone.
Remember me as
a firefly
pulling you out
of the miserable glass jar
pushing you into
gloriously scented woods.//
_firefly -
biswajitdev
3w
Read MoreDear #Voyagers of #Universe,
Have a glance and drop ❤️ or �� in accordance with your feelings to the verse. #TheBookmarkAndSonnet
Every suggestion is heartiest welcome.
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** The #sublime touch of a thin card printed or plain
In #dusty #dreamland it'll mark my long lost #presence without #stain.
She's the lone #voyager stuck in #tattered world #yearns to be calm
Her #solitary #soul found #home as I #wrapped her in my arms.
I'm that #sonnet #engraved on #tarnished page
#Craving for a #constant bookmark in the world of changes
Carrying the #cologne of our #love and #commitment
That one bookmarked page #reminisces our #eloquent #embracement.
Wanna read us? **
©biswajitdev
08.05.2022
* GLOSSARY * :
Sublime - divine, Stain - Any bad colour or discredit, Lone - Alone, Voyager - Traveler, Stuck - Not able to move, Tattered - Torn, Yearn - Strongly desire, Solitary - Alone, Sonnet - Poem, Engraved - Design words on a surface, Tarnished - Lose lustre, Bookmark - A narrow piece of card, Cologne - Scent, Bookmarked - The page which is marked by a Bookmark, Reminisce - Talk about pleasant things that happened in the past, Eloquent - Expressive, Embracement - Hug another person in the arms with Love *
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@miraquill @writersnetwork @writerstolli @writersbay
#Sublime
#Bookmark #wod #pod #writersnetwork #writerstolli #writersbay #miraquill #ceesreposts
Picture credit to the rightful ownerThe sublime touch of a thin card printed or plain
In dusty dreamland it'll mark my long lost presence without stain.
She's the lone voyager stuck in tattered world yearns to be calm
Her solitary soul found home as I wrapped her in my arms.
I'm that sonnet engraved on tarnished page
Craving for a constant bookmark in the world of changes
Carrying the cologne of our love and commitment
That one bookmarked page reminisces our eloquent embracement.
Wanna read us?
©biswajitdev
08.05.2022 -
amsterdam
1w
Read MoreRemember me as
A love letter
To a homeless sky
Holding the shivers
Of a full moon
Between the lines.
Remember me as
A kiss of an angel
Coiled around the stem
Of a poem
Whispering true love's rhymes.
Remember me as
A loyal lover
In the arms
Of a faded autumn
Filling pocket hearts
With sailboats
And sleepy skies.
Remember me as
A moon on your planet
Wearing light and darkness
With grace
Teaching you
How to collect dreams
And count stars
No matter how childish
It may seem.
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05.17.22
#prose #wodRemember me as
A kiss of an angel
Coiled around the stem
Of a poem
Whispering
True love's rhymes. -
wingedpoetry
3w
how can somebody
not fall in love with you,
when all I see is a poetic soul,
a deep lover and a brave fighter
©wingedpoetry -
All things Love
The first boy I ever loved
had a beautiful smile
which he smiled at everyone
but me.
My first ever love died
in my diary, under my bed.
The second boy that I loved
was sweet and sour all at once
he tasted like autumn
but with season's demise,
roses died within me.
Isn't that what autumn is about after all?
Endings and death.
Ruins.
The third boy I loved,
adorned his love with poems
and alas, that is where it lost it's way
among metaphors and phrases,
but somehow, that love
continued living
in between hollow manuscripts
even if it killed all of what we were.
We burnt our souls,
running after the forevers
inscribed on cursed stones.
The fourth boy I loved,
told me not to love him.
He found my scattered ashes
somewhere on a footpath across the graveyard
and taught me how to rise
out of misery
even if he left me miserable,
he left me, free;
he left me. (for good)
The fifth boy that I loved,
I almost didn't love
cause I was too scared to lose
yet again;
I was too scared to fall
into the abyss-
but somehow I have learnt
love is not about winning
it's about feeling things you have never before
even if they make your heart beat
and make you feel humane
and maybe, just maybe
it's about living,
a little.
It isn't about falling
because if anything,
love gives you wings and
love becomes your sky.
The boy that i love
feels how a sky would
after it has rained
during a sunset,
peacefully chaotic;
he almost makes me want to live
even if it'd mean I'll have to die again
i would.
//of hopelessly falling into the sky
until i fly
-raika -
raika_
3w
//Half destructed by love
Half by my own self//
r -
the_loony_alpaca
3w
Read MoreI loved you at midnight,
When the notes and sheets lay astrew around your side of the bed. You were teaching me Chemistry, remember?
I haven't forgotten that lesson till date.
You looked up at me, "You should sleep. You're tired."
You said.
It's true, I was tired, but you were the early riser :
How were you up so late?
"I am not sleepy at all", you said, rubbing your red eyes..
And we lay down and spoke till 3am instead.
I know you were up again at 7, the next day.
I loved you at 7am,
The heavy and late sleeper in me was waking up mysteriously at 7 everyday.
It was not a waking up to wake up in reality,
I just couldn't wait to see the morning text I knew you would have sent me.
You never missed it, no matter how terribly underslept you were.
I loved you at noon,
When I was all sweaty from the summer sun
But you still hugged me tight
Putting your hand around my shoulders, kissing my wet forehead
The heat remained the same, but I felt a zephyr
The moment your lips brushed mine.
I loved you at 8pm,
When you asked me what I would like to eat
You knew my favourites and you took me on a date
At home, but date, nevertheless
I know you were tired, I could see it in your eyes
But you would smile and say, "I am not. What do you want to do after this?"
We lay talking and playing our games till 2,
We laughed, our souls heard it too.
I loved you at 3am,
When you laid your head on my lap
And in your sleep,
I heard you mutter how much you love me.
You told me not to leave, said that you would be lost without me.
I kept my word and I sat there, as you drowned into deep slumber
I kissed your forehead and your cheek,
Without waking you up, I kissed your eyelids.
And as I lay there beside you, watching you breath slowly
I knew I loved you
Every second of my being.
#thingsyousaid
#things_you_said
#3am
#wod
@miraquill
@writersnetworkThings you said at 3am
©the_loony_alpaca
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whitewings
3w
Read MoreThe other day someone approached me for a hug and instantly, as if in a reflex, I recoiled. I stepped back, crossed my arms in front of my chest. And it wasn't until I saw the expression of confusion and shock on the face of the other person that I realised... what I had done, wasn't normal. That's not how people react to the invitation of a hug. And it left me wondering for the rest of the day... what was it that I was trying to protect... was I holding any secrets or was I afraid of my wounds beginning to weep... by the warmth of another human's closeness. What was it that I wanted to stay shielded. Why was I so afraid of and averse to the idea of someone getting close to me. The night went by silent. I got no answers. Or maybe I did. Maybe I'll be able to put it to words or express in tears... next time someone approaches me for a hug.
©whitewingsMaybe I'll be able to
put it to words
or express in tears...
next time someone
approaches me for a hug.
©whitewings -
ak_anjali_daydreamzz
3w
Read MoreAll Rights Reserved
5 May 2022 2.34 pm
#thingsyousaid I wanted to write this
#ak_wn_repost
/ ������������ ������ �������� /
" there are no walls between and no bones caging us, so let's be the crescendo of a waterfall, let's dive deep inside this sea of anonymity and explore shells within, that hide pearls familiar only to each other. there is no light to showcase insecurities so take off your masks and let me smoothen your scars. there is no voice inside that lures to seek out more, so let's find what's right here betwixt out breaths. there's no time ticking away our life in this drunk crepuscule, so let this moment seep into infinity, just you and me shapelessly bleeding love "
~ too late 3 am blues | ������������ ������ �������� ���� 3 ���� /
" there's a hollow in my heart, mould stuck on crevices which you came and thrashed with pumping blood. all I feel when I look at your eyes, is how it glides through my veins - this feeling of thrill, of being alive. i'm too scared to name it, call it l _ _ _ , lest it'd disappear like a marish flutter of florescent flamed fly. i gave it your name, three syllables to fill my past, present and future. one day, I hope it's not too late, when you know you have a home in someone's heart, stay there and be a shade sheltering their hope. there just can't be another me "
~ too quiet to ring alarms | ������������ ������ �������� ������ �������������� /
" it was me, all of the times. the one you searched for in the faces of crowds. a dream boat, I am not. not as tall as your aims, not as deep as your dreams. not as bright as the sun you rival, not as glee as the blooms you bouquet. but I'm the one you have been waiting for. to waltz away woe in each other's arms, to sway in the sea breeze where tides would take away forlorn memories, to chatter till night fades and glitter as light takes over. I want you to be mine, so selfishly. it won't hurt anymore, I swear on my life. i want you more than the air stuffed around, so come give me a lungful of your breath "
~ too scared to spill secret | ������������ ������ ��������'�� ������ ���� ������ /
" we were too good to be true, you and me. too close to be crossed, yet too far to be framed. we spend all our lives within feets apart distance. now you're six feet under and I'm sinking deeper. was this the green you dreamed of ? but it's on the other side of life, where you aren't breathing and I'm left to choke on unsung prophecies. the grass under my feet is too cold to grow, the sky above my head is too far to reach . but if one of those stars could catch a wish, I'd be right there with you, lying in a box and unboxing my heart "
~ again, too late to live | ������������ ������ �������� ���������� ������ ����������
�������������� ���� ������ ���������� /
/ I lie here, counting sheep but already put to sleep
regret eating up what's left of me in the dirt,
that I couldn't see you, despite facing your light
all I wish is for love to grow a voice and grab a life,
unlike you and me... as your voice blurs into sobs /
©ak_anjali_daydreamzz
Ah Thank you so much @writersnetwork ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ
I cried writing this (个_个) I'll be reading soonthings you said
