#amaranthinec

27 posts
  • harshad09 6w

    It's twilight out there ,
    the day , seemingly reluctant to move ,
    appears as if it wants to linger , a bit more ,
    the night , seems more anxious , to grab the baton ,
    and , to engulf the entirety of the panorama , she's showing her intent , in her hurry-scurry advent

    this battle , though pseudomorphous ,
    it ushers in some pristine magic , slow ,
    to render , to the entire arena , some , amaranthine glow ,

    there it appears , hardly any controversy , in the making ,
    rather , it happens to be some scheduled , routine delight ,
    day and night , handing over and taking charge ,
    in that mesmerizingly beauteous twilight ,

    but ,
    as shadows , they begin to disappear ,
    and shades , begin to take over ,
    there's always some malaise ,
    that keeps propelling , writing minds , into some utopian trance ,
    might be , twilights are meant for that , perchance

    for , beneath the sheets of awareness , assumptions keep quibbling , for hegemonies ,
    and beneath the masks of smiling grace , melancholia , keep cluttering , like they're waiting there , for a chance , of chronicling ascendancies ,

    as
    illusions and or or echoes , of adamantine pain
    keep breeding , against the backdrop of octagonal cobwebs , some mirages of diminutive showers ,
    of augmentative acid rain

    to retaliate ,
    a baffled , gobbledygook , writing mind ,
    starts banking upon creative ventures , profuse ,
    tries opening , some umbrellas ,
    of elite poetic muse ,
    but words , happen to take the route amorphous ,
    they just opt to disburse and to diffuse ,

    verses surreptitious , begin to appear , more willowy and more clandestine ,
    and outside , the world , it keeps turning more dark ,
    fading away appear all those shades , amaranthine


    @mirakee @writersnetwork #amaranthinec @writersbay #twilight #time

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    ©harshad09

  • say_me_krish 9w

    @_hessa_ Purple inspirations.. I tried your style, is it good����
    @_thewordplayer @veloc1ty_ @petrichor_tales Thank you "Interview Inspirations" ��


    I tried to write something good, is it a fail? ��
    Any favorite lines?

    P.S:
    1. If you like to write a reply letter, tag me with #paramour_writes (I feel nobody gonna write��)
    2. Purely Fiction ����

    ~Penned and Posted on July 24, 2020.
    ALL WRITTEN RIGHTS RESERVED.
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    *NO TITLE*
    (If you can suggest, I can add the title��)

    LETTER ✉
    To,
    The dear someone called 'MINE' in the drenched past,

    These mizzles by 7.52 in the evenings are something which always bring me to your doors of agapes, which are closed forcibly by you, forever..... After these senseless betrayals for three great years, the meaning of love I got was only this - "Choking PAIN in hearts and brains"

    Do you remember? We had seemingly built up our own universe- a serene one, filled with felicity. Our love was something which would sometimes be crushed roses- smashed by rough hands. Yet, the gentilesse stems of bonding always had place for new roses to bloom wide, attracting heartfelt souls. But now, things have seemingly changed, just as you moved yonders away from me. Over the days, being novaturient is what I want, but changes never swept my way.
    //Distances bring changes in the mind as well as the heart, for every garden has to lose yellowed grasses and drooped flowers as soon as time goes away from them//

    Days passed on and on, but our love never passed on to the next level. Our love just dusked as the sky does, but never appeared at its beauty; just faded out to vantablacks. 12 am had to gift me dark boxes though. The 6am  mornings and the sunshines just stopped embracing me; such a painful soul I was. Embracing me would perhaps make even sunshines darker; it had rays of glistening joy, and I had rays of excruciations and depressions. My perception that our saga would stay amaranthine also dusked; it was the same love which was iridescent- now became the darkest book, which none preferred to leaf into. I just learnt yearning to you over the years, but never got a step to move up. The susurrus zephyrs which seemed to caress me so gently have now become rageous storms for no reason, hitting my already fragile heart and shattering it to the tiniest smithereens. I am just left with just one question, "Why?"

    Now I understand- even an elfin chaos amidst the salt and sugar can hamper the taste of a delicacy made with utmost efforts. I'm still left with many questions though, which would perhaps never get cleared. My possessiveness, my emotions, my solicitude, what was the reason? Those initial days spent with you, a diary titled "Mine forever" filled with blank pages, a rose you gave me, now almost decomposed like my heart, and most importantly - PAIN, is what left with me now as mere memories. Maybe my unflappable nature was always misused by you, and many others too, who just left me barely nude with myriad agony all around.

    The blood in my arteries has stopped flowing, but still, this heart pumps a crimson- hued thing called BELIEF; an ethereal belief that you'll come back to me, realizing that I am a selcouth and a true soul. My heart has bore much pain than me myself, I wanted to transfer the pain to something else; how much can a 340gram weighing muscle bear? But, nobody can take this much, is the sad reality now .............

    They say, wine turns medicinal as it turns older. But why didn't our bonds strengthen and soothe as time flowed? The ineffable kalon in you is what my senses have already experienced, but this greedy soul wanted more, just a bit more. If not this, then what?
    I need answers, once and for all. If you can't get me out of the well, just don't. But don't let me drown into by digging it deeper.

    //I keep finding wrong ones,
    but I want love,
    Again and again//
    (lines from BOYFRIEND of Selena Gomez ❤️)

    From,
    Your betrayed one, Krish.


    ~S r i K r i s h n a P S
    And yes, my favourite word is PAIN.
    (Experience and pain relate��)

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    @cyan_rose Here!
    #blue_dear #blue_ineffable #blue_word_32 #blue_word_31 #blue_word_30

    @writersbay I merged many challenges. I hope it isn't a mess...
    #timec #yonderc #mizzlec #etherealc #wordc #duskc #chaosc #unflappable #myriadc #worthc #yearnc #redolentc #halcyonc #zephyrc #amaranthinec #selcouthc #kalonc

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  • diyabedi 13w

    . A
    drop
    of drizzle
    dances on the
    music of thunders.
    Falls quitely over the
    marmoris ocean, deeply
    absorbing the sediments of
    benthic sea. The yellow speck at
    the centre of ocean stares the pri-
    stine blue sky. The raindrops bou-
    nce back to another world after
    reflecting. The amaranthine sky
    is melting, quenching the
    thirst of earth and soil.
    Perfuming the pink
    and white bloss-
    oms.



    Reviving the
    scars by the fa-
    lling rain
    Drop- lets
    Reminising the
    old era.
    The float-
    ing Boats
    in the muddy
    water that
    Hides Seve-
    ral wis- hes of
    pure he- arts.


    The
    handprints
    made by the
    drops on the
    diaphanous glass
    effacing those imp-
    urities. Ripples
    incarn- ate the
    circular droplets
    to the rhythmic
    rhapso- dies.


    The gentle
    fog invades
    along with
    the petrich-
    or. The sand
    mixed with
    natural elixir
    and the won-
    drous sun
    gives life to
    those dorm-
    ant seeds.


    The lightn-
    ing acco- mpany
    the rain to glisten
    its trail to another
    new wor- ld. The thu-
    nders peeping from the
    clouds shake the hard
    cumbe- rs to purify
    the lon- g tracks
    adoring them w
    ith the serene,
    silvery dew.

    ©Diya




    It is way too messy but just a try to concrete poem. Ooff!

    Oh my god!! Thankyou @writersnetwork @mirakee for the kind repost. ❤❤

    I can't believe but my second POD ��❤ This made my day.


    @mismagical @jeelpatel @branthan @alisdaire_ocaoimph @libertine13 @philosophic_firefly @writersbay
    #pod #dds #ceesreposts #tod_wt #bob_201 #6_11 #atd #blue_raindropthoughts #writerstolli #writersnetwork #mirakee #mirakeeworld #yaish_ #amaranthinec

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    ©diyabedi

  • veloc1ty_ 13w

    #amaranthinec
    @mirakee
    @writersbay
    @writersnetwork

    @faodail ��❤
    this looks like the kindergarten version of your poems (._.)

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    If I could collect all those breaths
    that I spared while looking at this
    bright amaranthine sky, the one that
    seemingly bled your sentient essence,
    the one that is eternally beautiful
    and greatly immortal like our love
    I'd still be wishing for more of it.
    For me, it's never enough and it'll never be.
    And If I'm able to recover the fragments of my memory,
    that I lost over the course of time,
    the ones that enslaved our beautiful laughs,
    the ones that captured our lovely smiles,
    I'd close my eyes and live those days all over again, before for the sky, I'll take a leave.
    but while we're creating new memories daily,
    there's not need to pull out
    all those 'dog eared' poems that we weaved,
    In the basket of nostalgia, let it all rest there calmly
    for days that resist to show us some mercy.
    for days we forget how to live life.
    for days that wont hold calm it its captivity.
    for days we forget how our beautiful past looked like.
    but i hope that day, is very far away
    like how far away, fate is out of our reach.
    so till our breaths coincide like our minds,
    and your heartbeat runs alongside mine
    we will cherish each and every moment,
    like a fine wine with our smiles.
    till the blood runs heavy in our veins
    and the sky above us is still bright,
    our love will be eternally beautiful
    like an amaranthine sky.
    ©veloc1ty_

  • sproutedseeds 13w

    WISDOM
    ------


    The AMARANTHINE art of language
    from the AMARANTHINE books
    of literature speaks volumes
    of various characters flooded
    with pearls of wisdom.
    ©sproutedseeds
    24.06.20

  • samridhi_tripathi 13w

    Hope likeable this is:)
    Amaranthine - never fading,
    Deep purple-red
    Pc - pinterest
    #amaranthinec
    @writersbay @mirakee @writersnetwork

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    The amaranthine smile of his stuck onto the pages of my intellect
    And i blindly followed him though marked with bruises of amaranthine hue.
    ©samridhi_tripathi

  • kuhelika 13w

    #amaranthinec @writersbay @writersnetwork
    ~Dedicated to all the writers who have always tried to pen down beautiful write ups, we all imagine differently but each one's piece is a definition of amaranthine itself.

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    Your pen bleeds the agony of ambition,
    Your vision envisages a different dimension,
    Your composition talks of beautiful imagination,
    Because you are a keen pourer of words in this amaranthine fountain of perception.
    ©kuhelika

  • _an_on_ 13w

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    The bounce of my hair,
    the curls beside my ear,
    the blink of my eye,
    those wispy lashes of my,
    the edge of my nose,
    the way straight it goes,
    those amaranthine cheeks,
    the bow of my lips,
    the shine of my teeths,
    are enough for the rabble
    made by the male.

    The clavicles in my neck,
    shoulders that are even,
    the elegance of my archetypal breasts,
    the curve of my waist,
    the manoeuvre of my hips,
    the subtlety in moving sitzfleisch,
    the leanness of my thigh
    with a slender legs of my
    are enough to annihilate my privation
    environed by carnal patron.

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    #amaranthinec

    P.C : Google Amsterdam Red Light District
    by Van Gogh

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    ©_an_on_

  • _thelunareclipse_ 13w

    Amaranthine

    An amaranthine
    Purple dream
    Delicately
    Caught in
    The moment
    Of eternity

    ©thelunareclipse

  • mahtobpensdown 13w

    Amaranthine

    It rose again with all glitter
    Like each day to enlighten us
    The amaranthine glow it spreads
    gives a new hope to all
    The sun never skips its duty,
    shines in all grandeur
    It blesses us all with glow
    and spreads such delight
    The nature grins and you too
    For sunlight is the reason of life,
    distributing happiness to all
    ©mahtobpensdown

  • anugraha_99 13w

    Our friendship is an
    Amaranthine emotion,
    That makes me complete.

    ©anugraha_99

  • iamsleepy 13w

    Amaranthine : a- everlasting.
    b- purplish red colour


    #amaranthinec Wrote this in a hurry, so I'm not sure if this makes any sense. -.-

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    Hope is that neighborhood kid who intentionally scribbles "This too shall pass" on wet cement and allows those words to harden and tighten their grip on your misery-soaked heart.

    Hope is that little girl with amaranthine tinted ribbons who has the penchant for making soap bubbles with her bare hands and try as hard as you want, but you'll always remember how she dips her hands in soap water; curls her hand to form something that resembles an 'O' (and that, I must tell you is the eye of that fish hook that binds me to her.) She blows air through that cavity ever so gently, only to birthe soap bubbles that reek of sanguinity and felicity.

    Hope is a girl with no freckles and tiny hands who once told me how every person we meet engraves a sovereign universe named after them in our hearts. "But we must not tamper with its existence", she said with a glint in her eyes, a crackle in her voice and engraved a universe full of sunshine inside my heart.

    Hope is a song in our playlist we no more play. But the crux is, it ALWAYS stays there. Hope is amaranthine.

    And above all, hope is a melodious rhythm which has the ability to make the stardust that makes all of us, flutter and scurry back & forth --- only to create the illusion of us breathing.

    Hope is amaranthine.


    ©iamsleepy

  • wordslinger 13w

    She's painting her soul with the different hues this world is offering her. Girls like her are not merely metaphors of some beauty, she is a sonnet full of love, epigram of kindness and versification of this entire universe. She's the amaranthine bloom to be presumed.

    ©wordslinger

  • bclark2681 13w

    Amaranthine

    A decade and eight years together
    And my heart still beats amaranthine
    For you more this day than last
    My being, my soul, every particle, is
    Amaranthine for you, my vows upheld
    For you are the blessing that has shaped
    My past and continues to shape my future
    ©bclark2681

  • bluepuppy01 13w

    #amaranthinec #bluepup #bluestory
    #ceesreposts @writersbay #bayentry
    #blue_intangible #cyanentry #pod

    Amaranthine: eternally beautiful and unfading; everlasting, undying, immortal
    ~•~~•~~•~~•~~•~~•~~•~~•~~•~~•~
    Self-Retribution
    •••••••••••••••••••••••

    I wish I could physically touch the emotions of your soul which are poured into the songs you create- more preferably, I wish to feel our hearts intertwined again and perhaps skin on skin. Nevertheless, here I am, desperately trying to hear the music over the rain that pours instead. I put myself into a position where I can only listen to your art from miles away through timeworn headphones that don’t translate the beat quite right, because I ruined something that was important- us.

    I realized what I destroyed when it was too late to attempt to fix it, so, now, on days I miss you too much, I walk with your voice in my ears and appreciate what I don’t deserve to hear in person. I listen to your songs with lyrics insinuating my presence and extinction. I use those outpourings of emotion in them to punish my heart whom I wished had beaten more in the moments before our moments were gone. And I know that you know I do this repeatedly even though I haven’t said to you a single word since then, because I know you just know me too well. That speaks more to me than these albums do, for you knowing that much and still not reaching out means you definitely hate the idea of me crawling back, as if me hopelessly moving on hands and knees can somehow piggyback me through a portal in time, yet at meeting you upon my arrival, you already know the future.

    ‘Tis the reason I huddle into this new life I built out of cardboard boxes labeled failure. I lost the only home I had which was you and never dared to find it, settling for homelessness destitute of love and affection. In my backpack, only these dingy headphones with just the left side functional (if they’re not around my neck like a noose that is), the clothes I wore the night we separated, and a photo of you, smiling as we hold hands on a sun-shiny day, frozen behind the clear fold inside my cheap wallet full of air.

    I roam these broken streets like an immortal pretending to be a beggar- immortally regretful and begging to the you I idolize in my head anyways. You once taught me a word synonymous with immortal, but that blend of letters is too beautiful to express the shattering state I threw myself in, so I often, instead, tune in to your piece titled, “Amaranthine Passion” and hate myself for not giving my all to seek such a timeless love story with you back when I underestimated how long a door of opportunity would stay open for a vault of potential soulmates.

    ©bluepuppy01
    ~•~~•~~•~~•~~•~~•~~•~~•~~•~~•~

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    Self-Retribution
    ©bluepuppy01

  • daffodilpearlzz 13w

    Blinks

    The dark shadows of your eyes,
    speak about valour and life.
    Of how hatred plucked away,
    the wings of your flicker less desires.
    The scarlet red adorned your fire.
    The fire burning within you,
    No more will it be amaranthine I know.
    But your sacred mind, is still amaranthine.
    Immortal, are its good deeds
    and how your teachings that :
    Love is the amaranthine red flower,
    always amaranthine.
    ©daffodilpearlzz
    23_06_2020

  • mariyamsara 13w

    Amaranthine

    She swims around
    The ocean of the mind
    Reaching non-existing corners
    In a never ending circle

    Lips of sin painted red
    Whispering words of paradox
    As a mystery she lives
    Like the wind, always present

    She was the secretive night
    And the mystical day
    The magnificent sun
    And the lonely moon

    She's never too old
    Nor as young as the bud
    Yet carries a heart as old as a sea sponge
    A mind that is as deep as the Pacific

    The joy she sprinkles around
    Washes the pain away
    The love she gives birth to
    Brings the hatred to its grave

    A strange feeling of home
    As I breathe her in
    A proud smile she wears
    For she knows, she's amaranthine.

    ©️mariyamsara

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    AMARANTHINE

  • thunderbird__ 13w

    i long for you
    when the 5 a.m. sky
    siddles up to me

    penning verses after verses
    on my matted skin
    with sharp edged metaphors

    delineating a night
    in a foggy painting

    where once the
    faltering lines of my palm
    creeped into a burly hand

    kissing a snippet of peace ~


    the empty morning streets
    gape at the sky
    desperate to thaw
    the quicksilver time

    irradiating blue hues of
    Van Gogh's
    "The Starry Night" ~


    i sing unsaids to the
    clamorous silence
    moving my hand forward
    for camaraderie

    ripping off the
    flapping bluebird
    tiptoeing on my tongue ~


    my throat becomes crippled
    after pushing the words
    in and out of my gut

    but you don't show up
    again as a passerby ~


    sturdy trees sprinkle
    sympathy on the ground
    forming a drawing of
    transience

    driblet of tear
    from my eye
    falls on it as the
    signature of acceptance ~


    in a flash
    the 5 a.m. sky
    wraps her arms around me
    as my only
    a m a r a n t h i n e ~


    @mirakee @writersnetwork @writersbay #amaranthinec #writersnetwork #mirakee #writersbay #happy #pod #ceereposts #soul

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    The 5 a.m. sky wraps arms around me
    as my only amaranthine.


    ©thunderbird__

  • mann_se_ 13w

    The tree of my amaranthine love
    for you will keep blossoming
    till doomsday.....

    ©mann_se_

  • _musks 13w

    Amaranthine vibes
    Dancing with new craft
    In Learning new moves
    I gone less in moon blood
    To bleed that hue;tonight
    Like dazzling fireworks
    ©sksfantasy_girl