#concretepoetry

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  • redolent_smile 5d

    Desiccated earth
    Radiating with longing,
    For moist pecks from
    Bulky door of paradise,
    In calming rain, finds
    the heart's belonging
    Releasing the saccharine
    aroma //petrichor//.

    The mist of mellow moist
    wafting whimsically,
    Kissing and engulfing
    in an elusive ethereal spin.
    A feeling ensnared by the
    clenches of fond remembrance.
    Like the rhythm of your breaths
    upon my shrivelled skin.

    A taste of your valedictory dance
    on my fervent lips,
    Aroused with each droplet,
    still makes me yearny.
    I left my head,
    enchanted by memory's grips,
    Craving you again, to make my heart explode.

    Here again,
    Two drenched hearts
    encaged in a glass,
    Quiescent spirits amalgamated
    together like before,
    Promises swaddled and
    Tied to the gaits of each other,
    In eternal dance, laced with
    redolent sempiternal //petrichor//.




    T
    H e
    Petric
    hor make
    my soul alive.
    I am a pluviophile.
    When the drizzle
    comes, I become so
    Ecstatic. Leaving behind all
    My agitations, I sway with full
    Of joy.The rain always makes
    Child who is busy building
    her own fantasyland.
    √√√√√√√√√√√√√


    ~Sadrita
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    #pod #wn #rain #petrichorc #concretepoetry #concretepoem #writersnetwork #ceesrepost #sadri_writes
    #concrete #raindrops #tears #daadigotyourback

    @mirakee @writersbay

    @writersnetwork thanks for the like :'') ♡

    P. S: This concrete poem is inspired by many writers of
    mirakee ��

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    Here again,
    Two drenched hearts
    encaged in a glass,
    Quiescent spirits amalgamated
    together like before,
    Promises swaddled and
    Tied to the gaits of each other,
    In eternal dance, laced with
    redolent sempiternal //petrichor//.

    ©Sadrita

  • baby_buu 1w

    #music #pod #mirakee #MondayMantras #concretepoetry

    @mirakee @writersnetwork

    Does it look like a "musical note"?

    Music dawns when the soul resonates with the vibrations of nature.
    ©bushra_tasneem

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  • cosmoswithme 1w

    You left Me like
    I was a scent- less flower in
    your garden whic h you could pluck
    anytime and use i n any way you wa-
    nt and I would ne ver free my voice.
    But darlin' that autumn eve , you
    made me sink under the river
    of broken trust, I realised it
    was not you whom I lov-
    ed with all my heart,
    I was living the
    person beh-
    ind that
    Veil

    ©cosmoswithme

  • say_me_krish 3w

    Teachers are the key to SUCCESS. They've got to gift you the sweetest of sides with lots of efforts in the back. We, as students, never appreciated those sacrifices and the hardwork they put into us with affection. We criticize them for all the scoldings and harsh toned sayings. After all, a sculpture is made with continuous bruises, right?
    At least, let us take a moment to appreciate their efforts. TEACHERS ARE ALMIGHTY IN DISGUISE.
    Thank you teachers ��❤️




    //The epitome of patience and affection found
    Everytime in those shimmery eyes;
    A selfless dedication towards their young
    Children with efforts of days and nights
    Having infused into aspirant minds towards the path of
    Excellence and perseverance with lots of
    Radiance to shine like a star in the darkest of days//


    Thanks for the like @writersnetwork ��
    @mirakee
    #skp_writes #teachersdayacrostic #pod
    #concretepoetry #concrete
    (Is it looking like a key��)

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    The
    epitome of
    tolerance and
    affection with an
    ebullience in the soul
    and a shimmer in the eyes
    makes you feel heavenly and
    benign, but vexed and sorrow
    sometimes; you lose your
    calm and donate it to
    your chaotic
    sides
    but love's
    never a
    lie, it is
    a ne'er
    fading
    virtue.
    Under
    stand
    their
    effor
    ts, th
    ey are
    the
    key to
    your
    Suc
    ces
    s
    .

  • _eccedentesiast___ 3w

    Sometimes you have to become selfish,
    You have to look at your self too. .
    ©_eccedentesiast___

  • _eccedentesiast___ 3w

    Love is not afraid of huge separation,
    it dies from small lies.
    It's not beauty that causes love,
    but love makes us see beauty.
    ©_eccedentesiast___

  • _eccedentesiast___ 3w

    It was exciting to see her grow and both of us grow and change together.
    But that's also the harde part:growing without growing apart
    Or changing without it scaring the other person.
    I still find myself having conversations with her in my mind.
    ©_eccedentesiast___

  • _eccedentesiast___ 4w

    None of us are insured against mistakes.
    Everyone can step down:say hot, don't think, don't understand.
    And let not everything can be forgiven,
    but sometimes a person just needs to be given a chance,
    because sometimes it is a small chance that can change a whole life.
    ©_eccedentesiast___

  • _eccedentesiast___ 4w

    We were the complete opposite of each other.
    As a plus and a minus on the magnet.
    Like day and night.
    She believed in sincere and pure love.
    I laughed at any manifestation of feelings.
    She wanted to find something good in me, but it wasn't.
    She tried to fix the incorrect and endured defeat.
    This confrontation of light and darkness could continue endlessly.
    But I lost. Lost when I fell in love with her.
    ©_eccedentesiast___

  • _eccedentesiast___ 4w

    Do you really know her?

    You think you've seen her naked
    Because she took her clothes off?
    Tell me about her dreams,
    Tell me about her dreams,
    Tell me what breaks her heart,
    What she's passionate about, what makes her cry
    Tell me about her childhood.
    Do you really know her?
    ©_eccedentesiast___

  • _eccedentesiast___ 4w

    People have a special breed :
    From them buds fall into bones.
    When you hug them,
    You realize that you're home, not visiting.
    ©_eccedentesiast___

  • manasaa 4w

    //PERSPECTIVE OF WATER DROP//

    I'm
    a drop
    of water.
    A fresh one
    indeed. Flowing
    along with my kin, in
    large groups called rivers,
    I nourish my green colored
    siblings.We paint the lanscape
    with globe's hue - green & blue.
    I quench thirst of creatures with
    spores,scales,fins,wings & limbs.
    But most of all , I'm happy to be
    part of human life.Humans are
    eldest & most favourite sons
    of earth. They nurture our
    mother nature & worship
    me as god.I'm honored
    to serve them.


    I'm
    a drop
    of water.
    A rare one
    indeed .I'm a
    survivor amid my
    deteriorating kin. I'm
    no longer clear and blue
    But stained with chemicals
    of brown hue & grey poisons
    of smoke.Even new-borns in my
    kin come from sky with sulphur
    residues. I try to quench thirst of
    my loyal siblings but I kill them
    with toxics. Humans are the
    reason for this destruction
    and I'm flowing through
    ceramic tap to satisfy
    their greed. I can see
    their end coming.


    I'm
    a drop
    of water.
    The last one
    indeed. My kin
    is dead. Many of
    species are extinct.
    Homosapiens are dying
    as a result of their own sin.
    Mother earth has turned into a
    parched graveyard.This Scenario
    has no hue. All around only death,
    pain and sorrow. I am sliding
    through throat of last person
    of selfish human race. I, last
    drop of water, am dying &
    so is last human.

    ~ Manasaa
    31.08.2020

    PS : Each drop strucuture narrates the perspective of water drop in past, present and future ( If humans continue to be careless) respectively. Save water!

    #mondaymantras #lifec #concretepoetry
    @mirakee @writersnetwork @writersbay

    Thank you so much @writersnetwork
    THIRD PODDD!! Thank you so much @mirakee

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  • kaypoetry 5w

    ----- INNOCENCE -----
    All
    I know, His love is innocent,
    like the curvature of the crescent
    Shiny, bright and powerful,
    Honest and truly delightful.
    Once a person floats in it
    She will get the bestest fit.
    For him, life is like a fairytale,
    which never ever gets pale
    He dreams like a child
    So pure, perfect but wild
    He deals every situation
    With his own suppositions
    But his overthinking mind
    Even after being so kind
    A single solution for him
    He himself can not find.

    Hey dear!
    On yourself, never be so hard
    You are truly a spades ace card
    Therefore for you, when I pray
    In my prayers I always say
    'Neither half nor a few
    I want the whole of you.'


    #innoscence #mirakee #pod #writersnetwork #poem #kaypoetry #lovepoetry #writinglove #concretepoem #concretepoetry #poetryform
    @mirakee @writersnetwork


    Tried concrete poetry for the first time!

    Poem: 25
    Poetry Form 10: Concrete poetry
    Crafted on: may 1, 2020

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  • venusbasson 6w

    *-------------------*If you're now,
    Familiar with all the words,
    Written on the concealed pages,
    * ------------------------*of my vague life,
    *-----------------------*Then let me write,
    *--------------------*A lesson of solitude.
    *---------------------*The ephemeral beauty,
    *----------* Of illusionary fugacious bond,
    *-----------*Has burnt my wings of passion,
    *------------* It's the funeral of my inclinations,
    *-----------------------* Setting my wings on fire,
    Yet allowing raging flames to protrude.
    Penetrating and destroying me into ashes,
    But the omnipotent intents discerningly,
    Soon the Phoenix will rise,
    From the blazed remains of my soul,
    Having the victorious wings of freedom,
    Obstructing inner pain getting accrued.
    * Here I hold the pen again,
    Refilled with promises,
    *--------------------*To myself,
    No more sacrifices,
    Of my heart and dignity,
    And the Cessation of guilts,
    *-Bringing immense gratitude.
    *---------------------------------------*
    ©venusbasson
    #concretepoetry @mirakee

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    Phoenix

    ©venusbasson

  • simran2315 8w

    ©simran2315

  • daffodilpearlzz 8w

    Thank for your help dears : @xiaoko and @petrichor_tales

    ��FIRST TRY EVER IN CONCRETE POETRY !!!��
    ��DO SUPPORT��������

    Please forgive the flaws in grammar and spacing, made intentionally for the alignment ��
    PS: Title is an oxymoron

    Tags : @mirakee @writersnetwork @writersbay #pod #concretepoetry #concrete

    ORIGINAL VERSION :

    On the laps of life when seated,
    The night appears in front as a camera,
    The stars seem like piercing sadness.
    Numerous and pointing.
    They pierce a lost heart so strongly,
    and tears of blood bleeds in mourning,
    Viscous: they, for long,
    then slowly and steadily
    flow through the dismay.
    They create a nude shade of lost memories.
    Scarlet red droplets of blood,
    form the stars of the sky.
    Smiles on this face,
    is a joke on their vision.
    Lips wave happiness, while eye cries tears.
    Within is a burning piece of coal;
    Still, burning hot fire,
    furiuos and frustrated.
    For how long will the smile try to hide my tears?
    For how long will smile be distracting?
    Like a black hole grasping in all the sorrows!!!
    when the world is left with happiness.
    And their sorrows that this black hole of smile ate.
    They make fun of this life,
    and their jokes are but only terrific.
    It percolates slowly and slowly into the heart.
    It rust the roots of the arteries,
    eats them: like white ants.

    ©daffodilpearlzz
    02_08_2020

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    SAD SMILES

    . on the
    laps of life
    when seated
    the night appears
    in front as a camera
    thestars seem like pie-
    rcing sadness numerous
    pointing they pierce
    a lost heart so strongly
    and tearsofbloodbleeds
    in mourning; viscous they
    for long thenslowly and
    = steadily flow through
    the dismay they create
    nude shade
    of lost mem-
    ories scarlet
    red droplets of
    blood form the stars
    of the sky, smiles on this
    face is a joke on their vision
    lips wave happiness while eye
    cries tears. Within is a burning
    piece of coal, still burning hot
    fire; furious and frustrated for
    lo ng, will the smile try to hide my
    tears for how long will smile be distr
    acting like a black hole grasping in all
    the sor rows when the world is left with
    happiness and their sorrows that this
    black hole of smile ate, they make fun
    of life. The jokes are but only terrific
    It percolates slowly and slowly into
    the heart. It rusts the roots of the
    arteries and eats them: white ants




    ©daffodilpearlzz
    02_08_2020

  • anamiiika 8w

    My first try at concrete poetry after getting inspired from @say_me_krish 's concrete poetry.����

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    ___♡Music♡___

    An escapist world from my fuddled chaotic life,
    the vista of music thrives.
    Those serene music notes,
    from a brisk throat,
    were worthy of a laud.
    The sweet canticle sung,
    dirls through the core,
    rejuvenating the cortex of a beautiful soul.
    The faodail lyrics immures the solasta of tones,
    into the ears of admirer unknown.
    Those copacetic aubade of love,
    marks the ebullience above.
    //The euphonious voice of the solitary reaper,
    echoing in the calm valley,
    reaping the beauties off.
    The cantabiles and presto of raindrops sets the eunoia thereof.//

    ©anamika
    _________________________________________________

    Ps:Well, I am murder for murdering the grammar here����
    @mirakee @writersnetwork @writersbay
    #pod #ceesreposts #concretepoetry

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    . An
    esc-
    apist
    world fro-
    m my fudd-
    led cha otic
    life, the vist-
    a of mu sic
    thrives. tho-
    se sere ne
    music. no-
    tes fro m
    a brisk th-
    roat,w. o-
    rthy of
    a laud.
    the sw-
    eet can-
    ticle.su-
    ng, dirl-
    s throu-
    gh the,,
    core,re-
    juvena-
    ting th-
    e,, cortex,
    of a beau tiful s-
    oul.the faoda il lyrics
    immures the solasta--
    of tones into the ears o-
    f unknown.those copac-
    etic aubade of love, mar-
    ks the ebullience abov-
    e.the euphonious voi-
    ce of the solitary re-
    aper in the calm--
    valley, reaping
    the beauti-
    es off.

    //The cantabiles and presto of raindrops
    sets the eunoia thereof//
    ©anamika

  • anugraha_99 8w

    ©anugraha_99

  • say_me_krish 9w

    @petrichor_tales @aaditya @manasaa @veloc1ty_ @diyabedi ����

    @writersnetwork 2nd one, thank you������
    @mirakee Thanks for this mind- boggling surprise!!
    My first ever pod❤️������


    I've done good compromise with grammar and punctuations so as to keep the shape firm.
    And, do read the complete version of the piece below.
    (The shape I tried was a streetlight)
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    R(P)AIN AND TOWNS.

    I love the towns on rainy nights;
    The pleasing aroma of the petrichor,
    The pattering sounds on roofs
    When hit by those minuscule droplets
    of soothing pluvios,
    The bliss zephyr that warms your soul
    Along with those soft kisses of the azure rains,
    Perfectly tuned with a coffee cup in hands n'
    Favourite lyrics whispered
    by the sweet watermelon lips.

    Citylights seem to glisten the diamonds-
    The captivating drops of mizzles.
    For they do scatter light by themselves-
    The light of grace and rejoice,
    The light which reflects my spectrum of emotions.
    //Rains in citylights look more attractive
    Than prisms dispersing spectrum bands//

    Drizzles in the voice seem to speak a lot to me,
    For they do have similar senses to me,
    For their eyes long to meet their love- the grounds.
    They hug themselves bosom tight,
    Making me remember my saga,
    A lorn book of my life.
    //But they do make differences,
    As I never regained and never enjoyed,
    But they do meet and enjoy//

    The paved asphalt roads now look
    Like wide pearl chains, with crystals close.
    Footpaths are mere gardens with a sight,
    Where leaves seem charming with dewdrops,
    And flowers longing for sun to bloom.
    //Every vision here is rejoicing,
    Except one mere fact-
    Towns can never completely personify
    My nature's beauty and aura//

    ~S r i K r i s h n a P S


    ~Penned and Posted on July 29, 2020.
    ALL WRITTEN RIGHTS RESERVED.

    #PoetryWednesday #skp_writes #concretepoetry #concrete
    #readwritersbay !!

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    I
    love
    the towns
    on rainy nights;
    The pleasing aroma of
    the petrichor, the pattering sounds
    on roofs, when hit by those minuscule
    droplets of soothing pluvios, the
    bliss zephyr that warms your
    soul along with those soft
    kisses of the azure rains,
    Perfectly tuned with a-
    coffee cup in hands n'
    favourite lyrics whis
    pered by the sweet
    watermelon lips...
    Drizzles
    in the
    voice
    seem
    to sp
    eak a
    lot to
    me, f
    or th
    eir e
    yes
    wait
    to m
    eet t
    heir
    love
    -the
    grou
    nds.
    They
    hug
    boso
    ms ti
    ght t
    hem
    selv
    es m
    akin
    g me
    reme
    mber
    my sa
    ga, a lor
    n one fro
    m my life..
    The paved asphalt roads
    now seem more radiant like a wide chain of pearls arranged close to each other. Footpaths are mere rows of gardens having scenic views with leaves having dewdrops and weeds seemingly merrier. Every sight is rejoicing except the mere fact that towns aren't completely personifying the beauty of the sight and the aura of the nature.
    ©say_me_krish

  • sangfroid_soul 4w

    #PoetryWednesday inanimate object--->
    Mask : They wear to protect themselves
    They wear to protect themselves from them and their judgements

    #concretepoetry @writersnetwork

    Day and night
    Selflessly a fight
    is going on with
    their inner self and
    the world
    and the unseen enemy
    Everyday is a battle away
    from their children, partner
    A mask, their shield and love
    and putting the ingredients of
    hope and faith and belief into the
    couldron of people's life to weave a
    happy and healthy life for humanity to
    survive and irradiating light of smiling flower
    Unconcerned for their own family and diffident of
    their own needs; they are standing tall unstoppable
    and invincible: Doctors, with the shield of BLUE MASKS
    ©sangfroid_soul

    It's a mask for you information �� bilkul bhi nhi lag rha ik ik.
    ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)

    @zohiii @raika thank you T_T
    @__misfit imy

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