Words bled in the ocean of his sorrow When he left me alone near the sea , I found the ocean , Calling me to come closer in deep blue , Bleeding in pain together, The salty water taste alike to tears of mine, As the waves hit a big stone and breaks it into tiny stones, I felt the same inside, There are storms , there are tides, they are calm and serene, Lots of sand deep inside, In everything I see, I see myself everytime, Waves and breezes talking to me The water glimmering golden it's time to dawn, And the time for me , To go back to sea , where he left me . . Pic @pinterest Write up - Ashwini . . #bleedingwords#oceanofhissorrow #mirakee#writersnetwork @mirakee @writersnetwork
this poem is very brave like your mother's smile. in which every apology has a forgiver, and every defeat has a survivor. this poem is very brave like that unnamed grief you hid in unshed tears. in which you could unlove everything you've lost and rewrite everything that's not yours.
this poem is a tragedy; a tomorrow you could've lived yesterday.
"That cake is so beautiful, isn't it?", Emma said "Indeed", Peter replied. "If we were the toppings, that young man and the lady" "Then?", he asked. "I want you to tell your thoughts as if you are seeing me for the first time", she said. "I will write it down for you", he said.
I saw her, on the snowy icing, embellished with powdered sugar. My perfect girl, in a purple gown, spinning under honeyed snowflakes, to the rhythm of sprinkles. Is she a fairy in disguise, or an angel from heaven. Her wings are gleaming, with caramel crystals. The halo above her, radiates the divinity of candied berries, like a goddess, in human form. I stood motionless, far away from her, a topping ornating this gateau, deep rooted in the moist chocolatey earth. Yet, I feel light as a feather, floating in the air. For she is the blessing, I much awaited.