Mirakee
Often people bring
home flowers they love
often people water
them and care
©amber_blue
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Give yourself that respect you deserve
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2w
Beauty lie,
as they think
It's not easy to trust
deep eyes
As weeds sustain and
calmly multiply
Roses wilt in posh flasks
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amber_blue
2w
In the morning hues, that yellow bird chirped
each day on vintage wall
On the rust of old, her innocent shades were splashes on the sense
hours and hours she rested there
comfortably in dirty holes
hours and hours he beheld her
before rushing to earn bread
On that morning a thought came across,
to pay off for the beauty she had
And she was beside her bed
In golden hutch -mute
Sitting on warm cushions with all blues
Identical grains spilled all over the place
And he was rushing to get on bustling streets
"See you in the evening, my dear," he said
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amber_blue
2w
We don't deserve each other and
I know it now
You need a girl with a virgin heart
And I need a sight and an eagle eye
to seek the depths of heart
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amber_blue
3w
I will tell you, you may not know
I feel my heart in head,
each time I see you
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amber_blue
3w
There will be rain and harsh heats
There will be sweat and blood too
Life will roast like a fish in the lava pond
And cold burns will cover your skin
Nobody can escape the way till home
Even nobody wants to do that
Maybe I will forget to remind you
to carry an umbrella, and maybe some extra bandages and snacks
But when you will reach home
I will make sure you feel like home
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amber_blue
5w
I opened my window to check outside,
Winter was up, not a single sign of spring.
It's been a while, its been years,
Not a single daisy blossomed here.
And my last leaf,
Is not ready to fall
In the dry evenings, my boots
miss the smell of grass
And white pants are clean,
without patches of green.
Since years, since ages,
I reach home clean,
Without bruises, without stains.
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amber_blue
5w
You could have lied to me
I would not mind
The truth you fired from your shotgun
Still, hurt somewhere
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5w
Mazar toh berang mitti hi hai mera
Chadarey roz badal jatey hai log
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amber_blue
5w
Like all the habits you have,
brushing, bathing, humming
drinking, and smoking
With some, you chose to go on
And some choose to go on with you
We are just habits
Just with a difference
©amber_blue
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dinfazil
2w
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Mohabbat
Tum mohabbat karne se pehle sochti ho
Hum mohabbat kar ke sochte hai
Tabhi toh mohabbat mein hum rote hai
Aur tum rulati ho.
©dinfazil -
pa_luck
2w
A Due Date
Sitting across yet another table
We dress our ass, as elite as us
Covering the red turning blue bruises
Under the cloaks for being felicitous.
We are the chained devils
You know us as human faces
What we are to each other
Can only be read in our engraved traces.
A sweet poison he's addicted on
And a smoke cloud I keep breathing
Yet we walk so sober and talk sense
Only our eyes know, what we're seeking.
We come to surface, so seldom
In lights of these human nights
Just to see each other glow
And grow closer in desirous insights.
These dates are distances of hands
We bring between us, to be back
More passionately, proximate as ever
To know, only shade of love is black !!
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jeuzy3
2w
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You're packing up your sleeping bag,
Your lantern and your tent
And you're off to find the life you lost
But you're not sure where it went
And I hope these mountains teach you
How to stand both tall and proud
That you see your life much clearer
With your head above the cloud
I hope you swim through rivers
With their currents swift and fast
That they show you must be careful
When you wash away your past
I hope that you are humbled
By the vastness of the sea
That the eagles high above
Make you feel like you are free
I hope when night has fallen
And your fire's just a spark
That the stars shine to remind you
There's a beauty in the dark
But most of all I'm hoping
That you're learning while you roam
That no matter the distance
You can always come back homeFIND THE LIFE YOU LOST
Erin Hanson
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lovenotes_from_carolyn
2w
Read MoreTHE DEADLY BLOOMS
by Carolyn Glackin
The night, now falling silent
Beckons me outdoors
And I find myself there wandering
Among the woodlands and the moors
There in twilight's garden
I go, at his behest
This unquiet thing that haunts me
And never lets me rest
For death now has its grip
Upon my very soul
And I'd try to fend it off
But it seems a futile goal
The Oleander glistens
So lovely in the dark
Perhaps I'll have a taste
Would it ignite death's spark?
I linger near the hemlock
But just how much will quell
This mad descent within me
That surely leads to hell?
And what of deadly nightshade?
It's berries look so sweet
If I eat just a few
Will I at last make my retreat?
I've lingered here too long
For dawn is in full view
The sun will rise again
And so it seems that I shall too.
Copyright Carolyn Glackin 4/7/2019.
Image credit: "Deadly Nightshade," by Rebecca Sinz.
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@raven63 ����.
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nil_markas
2w
Read MoreThis, dear friends, is but the first collaboration of @turmoilmoon and @nil_markas -- back from the dead, it would seem ;) So tell me, have you -- much like Turmoilmoon and myself -- ever wondered what a first contact scenario with an extraterrestrial civilization would really be like? Would it be a wondrous and gloriously shining moment for all the world to behold? An instance in which all of our petty differences would simply melt away, elevating us to a higher level of consciousness, understanding and global cooperation? Would it send the world into complete chaos, just by learning how insignificant each of us really are? Well, ours is a prophetic glance into what -may- become of us, on such an occasion; taking into consideration the historical facts regarding our current understanding of human to human first contact scenarios. -However-, the human spirit and our will to survive has long dazzled and amazed, has it not? ��
From the twisted minds of Turmoilmoon and Nil Markas, we proudly give you, our new poem, "The Fermi Paradox." Thank you ^^The Fermi Paradox
Crimson dusk arises, like a thousand bleeding suns
A sky painted red, in old Promethean design
Burning vast and furious, for all our billion blazing guns
For every soul that was lost along that massive battle line
Spherical crafts descending down from the clouds up above
Golden orbs shining bright like chariots of the gods
Stared upward in awe and wonder at the sight thereof
What shall then befall us now, when vanquished by all odds?
By all our might and mysteries of ten thousand years, henceforth forgotten
With every vile warhead spent and shelled for nought but one more rancid breath
And broken cradles amidst the ruins of weeping babes, all riled and rotten
In keeping with traditions most ancient, that have finally sung us sweetly unto our collective death
O' burning embers in the sky, pray tell us what you scheme tonight
More radiant than our master Sol, more lucent than all lunar light
Star hunter stalks and fells his quarry, in perverse and sheer delight
Then what are we, who lie beneath him, but treads of carrion scattered wide? Or victims of an ever-burgeoning, and unconquerable appetite?
Done, dumbed and downward, as all of advent swiftly fell
Reduced us to a modicum, left forfeit to a bitter hell
As piece by piece, the puzzle tumbled, but lo, the final resounding knell
And just as all we'd ever known was overcome, as they did quell
It all cascaded oh so quickly, by Jovian might, unbreakable, but for what we had, for what it's worth, may as well fall -- oh, just as well
Pungent vapored petrichor of acrid ashen rain
Death Sirens all around as the hell bells chime
Flesh burning down to bone, in whispered screams of scorching pain
The deafening cries of ghosts still lingering, as the oceans gloss with rime
Apocalyptic dreams predestined to then finally come alive
Ending every last trace of our hubris, our undying insanity
Pouring into temples, masses fall to their knees, and weep and shrive
The final chapter comes to its end, in our long and morbid fable called humanity
Written by Turmoilmoon and Nil Markas
Finally finished April 8th, 2019 -
"To watch the moon's soft shining glow
Rise with majestic warm silver light
To feel night's allure on heaven's plateau
With glorious stars to chase the night's reflection
This beauty wakens the serenity
The eyes begin to lift away
Drifting with this wonder so profound
To feel the light twinkle in darkness
As night reveals miracle does exist"
©tomorrow_is_amazing -
"Reflection
of turquoise catches
my eyes, glows
from diamond
which adorns the nightsky's heart
a beautiful moon"
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vina_puth
2w
Let us make Peace
Let us build a haven,
A heaven on earth.
Where you are safe,
And I am too.
Where you can live,
Anytime, anywhere.
This abode of ours,
Will keep us safe,
From the perils of the world.
Our home will have no corners,
For darkness to lurk behind.
It will have no predators,
To prey no weak, no strong.
Our home will have no abyss,
Where you'll fall and die.
It will have no highs, no lows.
We'll celebrate equity
Instead of equality.
Let us coexist in harmony,
Let us live in peace.
©vina_puth -
absynth
7w
Read MoreA temporary transit from poetry to prose only to end up sounding more incoherent...
#voice #wordoftheday #pavementgentleman #untitledwasbetter
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Voices in my head keep the lexicon alive on my tongue. Something that people fail to do. I always visualised the mind as an illusionist. But its also a very adept voice coach. It starts off as a lunatic thumping typhoons in the skull and then somewhere turns into a modulator. Like the gentleman who is returning to his wife after a trip to his mistress. Just two blocks away from home, he dives into a dark alley and then comes out under the streetlights impeccably dressed, leaving behind all his vices to be devoured by the darkness.
Maybe if I'm not making sense now then its still the lunatic speaking. Maybe its still too far away from home, still shabby and vagabond going in circles around its own plight. Still trying to figure out the difference between a pilgrimage and sacrilege.
And at some point it turns too dizzy from the churning voices it holds and sits in a corner to rest. Flooded by nausea or even puking out the mess of memories that couldn't metamorphose into stories. Who is the mind now? The scholar or the psycho? Its two hemispheres colliding against each other juxtaposing sanity and insanity as if memories can be bridled by a battered monopoly.
Now the tipsy gentleman stumbles and starts walking again. Either intentionally or involuntarily delaying to reach the destination called home. Because he has been there too many times to realize that homes are the pretext of an escape. Homes don't wait for you. They just do well without you. Rather you are the one who needs them. Because the voices in your head are happy being tramps and hobos. An occassional shelter is the only warmth they will ever know.
©absynth -
godfather_sr
5w
" Destine "
Doomed in the silence of darkness.
©godfather_sr
