Miraquill
Coffee stained pages
Bearing poems about your smiles
Written carefully with lavender scented ink
And a pressed rose aside
With a word so unfamiliar and foreign
Only your heart would understand.
©writtenbykg
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Let me color you blue.
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writtenbykg
46w
Read More"Saranghae"
#love #wod #pod #mirakee #writersnetwork
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writtenbykg
46w
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"Out of Love"
If you fall out of love, just say it quick.
#love #mirakee #writersnetwork #falloutHis empty rhetoric, I still take as gospel
On his lips a faux smile form
And I live for it, like a pathetic—
For his eyes speak truths
Of which his mouth couldn't enunciate
He thinks it's kind, but I think it's cruel.
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writtenbykg
47w
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It's when the night devoured the fading daylightーI found myself walking through a dark alleyway, finding my way back home. I tripped over a stone and fell on the cold cobbled ground. Still bleeding and in pain, I searched for light and strived to walk my way out of the dark.
Reaching the border between darkness and light, I streched out a hand to the other side.
Pale silver light spilling from above then gently touched my hand.
I decided to look up and saw the full Moon smiling at me. I was astonishedーshe looked like a gleaming halo resting in the velvety night sky, illuminating the pitch-black streets with her soft shimmering glow.
What a mesmerizing view, I thought.
Starting that night, I tend to gaze at her in astonishment, like it's always my first time seeing her. Some nights she's half, some nights she's crescent. She did have many shapes, but still nothing changedーshe's the moon and she's always beautiful no matter what.
Little by little I realized, it was her all along, lighting my dark path, like a beacon leading me home. Little by little I felt something was blooming inside my chestーsomething deeper than the night.
But cloudy nights came, surrounding the sky with puffs of gray. Those gloomy nights where I couldn't even catch a glimpse of her made me realize, I didn't have the privilage to see her all the time.
As I walked beneath a starless sky, still staring and hoping to see her one more time, I tripped and fell again. There wasn't a single wound, but an unbearable pain that I couldn't seem to find.
The pain poured like frigid rain, waking me up to realityーshe'll always be up there; I'll be stuck down here forever.
I should just be contented with her moonlight,
but was it wrong wishing to be her Sun?
That moment, I didn't know which one hurt the mostーthe pain from falling or the fact that,
I'll never reach you, Moon.
©writtenbykg
Uhm yah this isn't really a poem hehe
#patheticfallacy #mirakee #writersnetwork #wodOnly Moonlight
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writtenbykg
47w
Not a poem
Question -
writtenbykg
48w
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Cause some people's hobby is to judge.
#diminishing #wod #pod #mirakee #writersnetworkDiminishing Confidence
She doesn't know where to start
They say she dresses like a tart
But she's just expressing herself as an art.
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writtenbykg
54w
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This one is close to my heart. I write this straightforward without a lot of metaphors. Because this prompt really speaks to me. I'm a frustrated artist and I can't help but compare myself to others. I know that's wrong, but seeing how well they are really makes me feel small. I'm sorry if I feel that way but, that's me being honest with myself.
#wod #art #mirakee #writersnetwork #podOnce An Artist
She once thought she's a great painter
Until she grew up and was exposed to the real world,
Outside the four corners of her room.
A lot of people are better than her, she thought
Gazing at someone's piece of art
And that's when she decided to leave her masterpiece alone.
She's an unfinished artwork herself.
Greatly missed by her mediums
Hoping she'll find her motivation, one day.
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writtenbykg
57w
Aren't they pretty?
Those scars you hide underneath those blankets of metaphors
You wrapped them well with lovely words
Not to cover the ugly pain
But to tell the world
How a sad story could be written
With such beautiful, aching words.
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Thoughts in her mind
That couldn't be at ease,
They kept on wandering,
Some just wanted to cease.
They go
Round and round
And round as they please.
Until they found a sliver—an open wound.
They escaped as words,
Bleeding out from her soul.
Hoping to find refuge in paper and ink.
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L I F E
Like seasons we change
Indefinite cycle
For better, for worse
Even the smallest thing we didn't know.
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writtenbykg
57w
Three words I've kept from youー
Words you'll never hear nor read
No one will know, not even these words I write
I just hope the moon didn't eavesdrop that night
Cause it's a secret I only told the stars.
©writtenbykg
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gaayathri
14w
Read MoreMarch 26.
" No grave can hold my body
Down— I'll crawl home to her ".
~ Hozier, [ Work Song ]and in the lucid waves
of my dream — beneath the outgrown
amaryllis, you stand still.
was it dark or pale—
the silhouette grew as you breathe.
I smoked you in and shut the doors.
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thoughtsprocess
14w
Read More#was #wod @miraquill
@writersnetwork Thank you so much for the kind repost ♥️I was but what
you have concealed behind your
alluring smile
I am that intentionally ignored
corner of your heart
I am that folded hidden letter
which you still read in the twilight
I am that moment
which you have been avoiding
to celebrate
I am that tangled thought
in your mind
which keeps running in your veins
I am that dream
which you see with your open eyes
I was and I am
nothing but your favourite song
which your heart and soul
keep humming
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phoenix_in_ashes
14w
Read MoreWhen great souls die, dreaming of stars
Incarnating their starlight in cosmos
Flowing beats, harmony in fallen zephyr
Dusk seems quieter, painted crimson sky
Mourning sparrows, symphonies of battles
Devils raining tears, torrential downpour
While angels stitch wings with mementos
Seldom masquerades by doleful nights,
Slumber lost to all believers
Albeit cocoon of their creations remain
Turning into butterflies of memories
Inspiring felicity in tomorrows
Embers ignited, ashes forming rebirths
Every fragment aches to relay munificence
Greats souls die only to be born again,
On repeat, prevailing upon the universe
Thriving thoroughly along timelines
Watering cicatrix, blooming flowers
And when i read through their tapestries
Stories feel utopian, an unbridled obsession
Making me deeply wonder
Do their ashes lay a rebirth too?
#wod #greatsoulsUnbridled
©phoenix_in_ashes
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moitreyee
15w
Read MoreGLITCHES
When paper folds the sky within
to embrace a roaring secret sin,
glitches and glimpses of the past
walk by the moonlight rust.
In haste of lazy twilight hours,
we gaze at the stars we think is ours.
In mist of hazy skylight's blush,
we pray our breeze to stay hush.
Away we sway from a hefty day
where promises are a pheasant's way.
And minds lingering in hollow palaces,
Swinging around loose traces.
There they live who knows to hide,
secrets from their own shadow tide.
And yet they fail to maintain a facade,
as they moan anigh a broken saudade.
We leap to learn a glitch in heights,
Where failed arts are frozen sights.
And a will mortgaged to wither pain,
In bickering scenes of untrodden lane.
©moitreyee
@writersnetwork @miraquill #pod
@clichepenname Since you asked to tag you last time :3Glitches
We leap to learn a glitch in heights,
Where failed arts are frozen sights.
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heartsease
15w
Danger ahead
How often do you feel life is a
graveyard, coffin is a hand
decorated home and eternal
sleep is what you crave for?
I'd say I feel it almost everyday
to lie six feet underneath the soil,
breathless and bathed bleakly in
bewilderment while shedding off
this thought of living minute by minute.
But then the sun climbs up the sky
and leaves a hickey on the horizon,
an unforgettable sunset so is it how
failure stains the bed of my dreams?
I don't know
and the only thing I know is
overthinking is a pessimistic way
with a danger ahead hoarding yet
I keep crossing it again and again
with no hold on velocity till I get
entrapped within its rusted closures.
I want to emigrate from my own mind
till no lyrics could find resemblance
with my concurrent emotions.
The road ahead is full of divergence
and I haven't learnt the art of
being meticulous so I rash drive
ignoring that this mind is the only place
where I can wander freely.
©heartsease -
renopoet
15w
SHADES OF FALL
Majestic maples standing proud
regal as their branches sway,
beneath a cold November sky
where children frolic and play.
Brushed by an autumn borne breeze
which brings the winds of change.
turning foliage into rainbow hues
with wide and varied range.
Remindful of romantic weekends
spent walking in the park,
as leaves fell around your heads
responding to a sad remark.
Whispered softly unto the wind
though carried far away,
until finding a kindred spirit
who understands what you say.
Dreaming of Halloween treats
and other things you did taste,
like turkey on Thanksgiving dinner
with nothing left to waste.
Families gathering from all around
to unite in glad celebration,
thankful for the joyous feast
given out of appreciation.
Remembering dreams from childhood
as snow fell on the ground,
creating blankets of white cotton
without making any sound.
A picture of peaceful tranquility
which forever remains special,
a landscape fresh and unspoiled
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pink_berry
15w
Read MoreBond-day, signifies the day the bond was tied; anniversary
#anniversary #wod #pod @miraquill
Awh!! Thank you so much for the repost(10) ����❤❤ @writersnetwork #ceesreposts #aloowrites #honestgranny
Enjoy reading ❤A Unique Bond-day
Balloons on the ceiling,
Fairy lights on the curtain
Two different souls tied in a bond
When love won over desertion.
The room filled with unspilled surprises
The walls full of homely caress.
The day was unforgettable for both of them
When all they said was a YES!
They make me believe that
Love happens when it has to
You can't force the feeling.
You just can't do.
"Opposites attract" they proved this divine law for me
As love,care and respect between them i could clearly see.
Years passed by , and i could see growing them together each day
Cherishing blessings and fighting every dismay.
They said to me that every relationship needs time and care
When you give enough of this
Love automatically lingers in the air.
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inkandfable670
19w
Read More#cinquain #anaphora
#wod #life
@writersnetwork
@miraquill
Aap aaye bahaar aayi❤
@writersnetwork thank you so much for kind read and repost ��❤Look up,
the sky coloured
with various tints(hope)
where you can fly even with your
torn wing,
Look at
sunflower fields
coloured golden yellow
forgetting all peril dance with
sun beams,
Look In
ocean or sea
pacified with pains,dip
your emotions once faded in
tears rain,
Look at
the twinkling stars
afar,in the sky,couldn't
remove darkness still reflect in
your eyes,
So raise
your sad heads up
open your eyes astute
as God painted all these only
for you.
©inkandfable670 -
lostspiritsam 24w
I watched the sky
As the snowflakes floating in the air
Danced their way slowly towards the ground...
I watched the leaves
Turning white with each minute passing by
Like hidden gems buried underneath
Until there was no sign of green..
I watched the streets
As they got deserted,
White and empty
Beautiful yet lonely...
I watched
And watched
Until it was white no more
Until the snow started melting..
The first snow
That we promised to watch together,
I watched each person hoping it's you
The first snow,
That was to be ours,
I watched it all.
Alone.
©sam -
miraquill
29w
Weekend poetry
They talk about gardens of roses,
And moonlight over the sea,
And mountains and snow
And sunsetty glow,
But I know what is best for me.
The prettiest sight I know,
Worth all your roses and snow,
Is the blaze of light on a Saturday night,
When the barrows are set in a row.
– E. Nesbit, ‘Saturday Song’.
