415 posts
  • _midnightstory 12w

    Your side of the story

    Don't try to be like someone else,
    Be the better version of yourself.
    What they have achieved,
    is the story you know.
    What they have been through ,
    is the story you won't know.
    Chase your passion,
    and it will never leave your side.
    It's ok to be confused and lost ,
    Cause its your tale ,
    and you've got to write your own happy ending.

  • fireheartofgold 12w

    Full poem:

    I see what IT does
    I know how IT makes people
    I hear the whispers about IT
    I feel the suffering IT brings
    But I am still compelled

    IT drags me in
    IT tells me to visit the land of the dead
    And I know what will happen
    If I give into IT
    But I alone cannot stop IT

    I need help
    I want someone to see my pain
    I have lost hope
    I am to far to save myself
    But no one will come to my aid

    #original #originalcontent #rhyming #legend #writersnetwork

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    I see what IT does
    I know how IT makes people
    I hear the whispers about IT
    I feel the suffering IT brings
    But I am still compelled


  • adnan_alif 12w

    Mohtaaj ho jate hai vo log bhi,Do gaz zamee ke liye,

    jo kabhi apni kalam se karvaan banate the.


  • adnan_alif 12w

    jaun elia

  • erosverse 13w


    She fell
    Everything within
    Shattering into
    Innumerable pieces
    Rendering her immobile
    The pain & the healing
    Her body shut down inward
    When she awoke • Arose
    She was a titan


  • fireheartofgold 13w

    Civil War

    I don't want to live anymore
    But I also don't want to die
    I am stuck in this state of mind
    Like a civil war

  • manas_papeeha 13w

    उड़ा के मुझे; तू अब इतराता क्या है....

    तेरे जैसे लाखों को जीत के मैं ख़ाक हुआ हूं ||


  • keates 14w

    Once upon a time a young boy walked into the Castle of Red. With dreams in his eyes and fire in his legs, he donned the colour red. Carving out his place in the books of history and in hearts of people, he made the number 7 his own. The young boy became the Prince of the Red Devils.

    The world took notice of this new Prince. So did the Fallen Kingdom of Royal Whites. He was called by the Whites to bring back the Glory days. And so he went to take on a new challenge. It wasn't easy though, the cracks in the Kingdom were too big and wide to fill. He tried and failed many times. But he never stopped dreaming. He never stopped believing. And then it happened. With the White Army by his side, the Kingdom stood up once more. The fading White began to shine again. From the Prince of Red, he became the King of the White Kingdom.

    It's now time for the King to leave his Kingdom. The Old Lady has called our aging King and he is going to her. Maybe the King will bring the Old Lady what she wants and the she will make the King into a Legend. Only time well tell......

    #mirakee #mirakeeworld #writersnetwork #readwriteunite #cr7 #farewell #sports #king #prince #football #legend #realmadrid #inspiration #dream #manchesterunited #juventus

    Gracias and Adios, My Hero♥️♥️

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    Thank You

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    the full story)

  • sreeparnawrites 14w

    From kapil dev to M.s Dhoni.
    Hundreds of records were made and broken.
    He wasn't the best to all.
    But to some when you say cricket they understand "Sourav Ganguly".
    Yes,we call him dada,
    The prince of calcutta.
    The god of offside.
    The person who is not just a player but an emotion to most of the Bangalis.
    Shubho jonmodin, Maharaja. ❤

    -Sreeparna karmakar

  • dreamsaretoobig_ 14w

    One nation, one pride! Proud to be MSDian. Happy birthday, Captain! ❤️❤️ #mahi #msd #msdian #legend #idol.

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    From ticket collector
    To trophies collector.

    You've fulfilled the dream of millions of people!

    Happy birthday Mahi.

  • iamnitishthakur 15w

    इस बक़वास को भी समय देकर पढ़ने के लिए धन्यवाद ।
    मैं, चीजों को व्यक्त करने में कमज़ोर रहा हूँ ।
    हर बार की तरह इस बार भी फलतः यह एक एहसासों का मिश्रण मात्र बनकर रह गया है ।

    P.s.-वो पगला,दीवाना हूँ मैं । तेरा इश्क़ का सुरूर तन्हा करे फिर भी खुश हूँ मैं ।

    #एहसास #अधूरा #अधूरी #कहानी #किस्सा #काव्य #कविता #story #legend #tale #lovestory #love #mehfil #tanhai #sham #jam #uncomfortable #tanha #mirakeeapp #mirakeeworld #writeup #dark #poetry #hindiwriter #hindiwriters #hindikavyasangam #mirakeeassistant #mirakeewriter #nazm #sher #shayri #scribbles #scribbling #hindipoet @hindikavyasangam @hindiwriters @mirakeeworld @mirakee @mirakeeassistant @mirakean @mirakeewriter @hindipoetry @hindipoems

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    दोष किसका दूँ ?

    दोष किसका दूँ । इससे कैसे उबरूं.?

    माना उम्मीदें हमेशा गलत थीं,
    तुम कहते थे मत रखो,
    गलती हमसे ही होती थी ।

    सुर्ख़ आंखों की नमी,
    ख़्वाबों की कमी,
    दुनिया मे अरुचि,
    ज़िन्दगी-मौत की उलझन में जकड़ा जो हूँ मैं.!

    क्या इकतरफ़ा मोहब्बत में इसी का हकदार था मैं.!?

    खता उस एक नज़र की थी,एक दीदार की थी,
    नज़रों के बातें की थी,चंद मुलाकातों की थीं ।

    या बस यूं ही ,हमारी बेजोड़ हंसी पर सच न होने वाले सपनों के बौछारें करने वाले उन दो रूहों की थीं.?!

    चलो,छोड़ो..अंकुश मैं खुद ही पर लेता हूँ ।
    हमेशा की तरह,तुम्हारे मना करने पर भी मोहब्बत तुमसे कर लेता हूँ ।
    तुम्हारा वजूद,तुम्हारा क़दर इतना कम भी नहीं,
    की ख़ुद को औऱ अपनी मोहब्बत को बेदाग़ साबित करने के लिए, "तुम्हें, (मेरी हसरत) पर उंगलियां उठा दूँ ।"
    आज़ भी वह मोहब्बत है तुमसे,
    के जोड़े नयन तुम पर उठ जाएँ ,तो उसे छेद दूँ ।

  • write_to_live 15w

    The legend still lives

    And there he was standing with a bunch of defence that couldn't wall the attacks,
    There he was trying with 11 people who hardly played like players,
    And there he was standing disappointed with his head down,
    Millions of fans disappointed with the whole line-up,
    But there's a voice that cheers from the heart of those millions to him - The legend never dies he still lives!

    Lionel Messi you are worth every bit!

    ~A one from that million!

  • prince_kumarr 15w

    Don't work hard,work smart,because a smart person get more chances of success

  • shahna_wild 16w

    Let go of those tears
    Let go of those fears
    There will be a new you then


  • lilacsandroses 17w


    The blade that ends a life
    The sharpness of that knife
    That brings despair to may souls
    And age to those who are not old
    A kiss of life
    A breath of death
    A glimpse of what's to come
    A look of fear
    A scream to hear
    Of sins that end us all
    The life we live
    The stuff we give
    Our writings in the hall
    Will fade in seconds
    Get lost in legends
    When dust consumes us all

  • pentrotter 17w


    What's the use of life... If we can't inspire anyone....

  • river_blaze 19w

    She runs steadily against the wind. No one knows who she is and why she is running.Her heart is wild but her eyes is set on what is in front of her. Her dreams and goals and everything her little heart has laid its eyes upon, is right in front of her. She doesn’t care who is going to reach them with her, or if she even has to do it alone. She knows where she is going, and she is trying to find out who she is in the process. Her fur is beautiful and magnificent as always and she fast, very fast.Every time I
    see her, she is too fast to keep up with but I try my best to follow in her footsteps. She is a she wolf and she is the strongest that i’ve seen. I want to run with her, However, once we get to the hill, in front of the
    moonlight, she stops. SHe always stops there.Once again she turns around and I see her beautiful blue eyes.I reach out to touch her but she hesitates. She never opens her mouth but her heart speaks to me.” You are too weak human.You don’t yet possess the strength to run with me.Go back.” I get mad every time she tells me this. Why do you say that I am weak?Do you even know me?” I know you more than you know yourself.” Still with a closed mouth she tells me things that I don’t want to hear.I don’t
    even know who this wolf is, or why it’s so important forme to follow her and keep up. But every time this scene happens, I just become more intrigued. When will you tell me who you are? I asked. She looked away like she always does. “ That is for you to find out. For now, you cannot run with me, you have much to learn, and much to lose first.” I still have no idea why this matters so much to me but she is alluring and beautiful. : Why do I have to lose? In order to be like you?” I asked. “ You cannot appreciate what you have, and go after what you don’t yet have, until you lose what you had.It will motivate you to reach yourhighest potential, it will teach you to
    walk alone.” I hear my mom’s voice from behind, calling out to me.”wake up now.” She says calmly.” No, I have more quest-.. Just then The scene crumbles in front of me in a bittersweet way.She disappears but I still see her silhouette. Just then I jump out of my bed in front of my now freaked out mother.It had all been a dream.It’s always just a dream. But it feels, so much more….


    I don’t understand why life has to keep disappointing me.all I want in life is to be like
    everyone else.I want my best friend to back in my life and I want the boy I like to notice
    me,Like is that too much to ask for?
    These are the questions that I ask every morning.Like why did God give me this life?For as
    long as I can remember, my life has been chaotic. Nothing that has ever belonged to me has
    stayed.However, I know my life won’t always be like this.I am sixteen years old anyways.I
    have my whole world set before me.I am going to graduate and go to college.For what though,
    who knows.It doesn’t matter.All I know that one day someone will finally love me and support
    my dreams.They say that, love isn’t real and that I should just give up.I’d like to think that how
    we perceive life, will determine our outcome.Besides, God has great plans for me,I know he
    won’t let me down. With these thoughts running through my mind, I grabbed my journal and jotted everything down. I try my best to write everything down.I I flipped through the pages in efforts to find a clean one,.Just then I came across a bunch of hearts and suddenly blushed like crazy.” JOhn +
    Rhea <3” John is the boy I like from church. Just the thought of him puts a smile on my face.You might think I am gay or lame for that.But I have never met anyone like him.I swear one day I will have the guts to face him and tell him how I feel...I hope.
    I then continued to write down my thoughts. When I thought of writing John a letter. I quickly
    grabbed another piece of paper.Just in case iI never get the guts, I’ll tell him through my
    ​“Hey john, it’s me...rhea. “ 
    As I started writing it I felt dumb, but I kept going.I am afraid of taking risks, but I know I have
    to face my fears and just do it.
    “​Hey john, it’s me….rhea.I don’t know if you remember me, but I am the girl that sat in front 
    of you at church last sunday.I am also the girl that helped you pick up your books that one 
    time when tyler knocked into you while playing frisbee with Tim bishop.Anyways, welll..I think 
    you are kind of cool-in fact I sorda lik- 
    Just then my brother ran in and startled me.” RHEAAAA. WATCHA DOING??” Omg, stop you
    are so annoying!!Just then he grabbed my paper and ran off with it.” JAY STOP!!OMG YOU
    I am sixteen years old.I am not the prettiest girl but I am also not the ugly.I know my life is
    crazy and nothing is promised.II love people and my favorite color is pink.There’s just so
    much more to me.I just wish people would get that.I a not that complicated.


    I hate the color pink.It pisses me off.When I think of pink I think those princess bitches
    that get pampered. I lit my cigarette and look down from the balcony.I was watching a
    couple in the parking hug and smooch. The girl had a long pink dress on with matching
    pink purse. I was busy laughing at her when my dumb ass friend popped out of no
    where.”Rheaaa, what are you doing girl.” I rolled my eyes at the sound of his voice.Oh,
    great shawns here.”Everyone loves shawn” Mike the pothead suddenly pitched in.”I
    fucking hate shawn.” I mumbled. Just then I put my cigarette out and gave the idiots in
    the parking lot one last glance. “Lmao idiots.” I chuckled then made my way through the
    apartment. I wanted to get the hell out before the party got crazy.”Rheaaa why are you
    leaving?YOU are no fun?” Anna through her arms around me.” As much as I’d love to
    witness you shitheads get fucked up and vomit on each other, while ashley calls her ex
    crying for the 45th fucking time-I’ll pass. Just came to drop off Mike’s dvd, i gotta takeoff folks.Sorry.. “ aweee..rheaaa..you suck.Come back if you get bored.” Ha..yeah..not
    likely.See you all later ass holes.I say with a smirk.With in moments I am gone and
    driving through town like a mad woman.The truth is, I can’t stand people, and I hate
    being in large crowds.I’ve always been like that-i think.To be honest.I don’t remember
    most of my past. I know my past was fucked up.I know I was an unhappy little girl.But
    whatever.I looked up and saw the cross on my visor dangle.I smile and grabbed it.I traced
    the cross with my fingers.There was a time when I would pray daily wth this cross.I can’t
    even remember the last time I truly prayed.I still believe in God,I just don’t know him.I
    gently release the crossed and pressed on my gas.This wasn’t a time to remince rhea I
    told myself.If you even can.The memory of the past has left you, just like those that
    were involved.It was all for the best though.
    (To be continued)

    *A story that I'm currently writing.Please give me your thoughts, should I continue?*
    #legend #lone #wolf #mirakee#book

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    The Legend of the Lone Wolf

    (Part 1)

  • jotruth 19w


    It isn't the mountains ahead to climb that wear you out; it's the pebble in your shoe.
    # Rip Muhammad Ali

  • cuddlewrites 19w

    I also wear a hat or a very tightly pulled head tie when I write. I suppose I hope by doing that I will keep my brains from seeping out of my scalp and running in great gray blobs down my neck, into my ears, and over my face.

    Maya Angelou, 1984[92]

  • wahalrohan_ 20w

    The first funny collab.
    This was a temporary post, had been already deleted once but was post again on huge public demand, actually requested just by one of our friends ��

    #funny #comedy #legend #shakespeare #pod #writersnetwork #mirakee

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