#distress

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  • brokengypsysoul 1w

    Word Prompt:

    Write a 6 word one-liner on Upset

    #upset #wordprompt #oneliner #distress #words

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    His words caused her much distress

  • sidharth_jeevakumar 2w

    Paradise

    ..
    I found paradise in her soul,
    Though my life was distress.

    ©sidharth_jeevakumar

  • recah_ 4w

    Remorse

    It was a night of unexpected events

    My guilt is so intense

    Truly, I had my regrets

    Pardon my foolishness
    ©recah_

  • gutzwvw 7w

    As you are Lass

    Come without pageantry.
    Quite gallantly, speedily for sure.
    Detest the pencils and powders.
    Attest to my distress.

    The faces are like smoke.
    Formless, poking at me.
    Asking me to count to three.
    Can I not just live without you and me.
    ©gutzwvw

  • shrihari_nandini 8w

    #mahalakshmi #narayana #shrihari #govinda #shri #vishnu #darkness #light #war #between #myself #and #mind #come #lord #plead #request #terminate #distress

    ||श्रीहरि||

    Come before the Dark falls
    By Bhavya Gogia

    Come my Lord of matchless charm
    Fill me in your embrace which is warm
    Let me be a magnet to your feet
    And worry further not for my heaps of sins
    Come Oh Murare, vanquisher of my sigh
    Come before my darkness sings me a lullaby
    Oh Lord who measured the skies and the earth
    Infinity times who took various births
    You are birthless, yet you come for the poor
    You are the helper of the helpless in despair
    Come for me too, much dark is this night
    Come before my darkness sings me a lullaby
    When Partha lost his way, in the battlefield
    Out of grief, he approached your lotus feet
    When Vibhishan came, grieved by his brother
    You caressed the forsaken like a loving Mother
    Your feet are approached always by the wise
    Come before my darkness sings me a lullaby
    You took Rukmini at once, when she called you
    Only you are fit to be approached by hearts which are true
    I am a fallen one, my heart is fraught with lies
    Oh Merciful, still kindly still heed to my plight!
    Come before my darkness sings me a lullaby
    My Lord above all, the child of Dashratha
    You are well known as Apath Bandhava*
    Your glories are our treasure, your feet are our life
    Pray make me a servant, to those elixir sans pride
    Come before my darkness sings me a lullaby
    ©shrihari_nandini

    Aapath/Aapadh Bandhava means one who gets us out of our troubles and problems.

    If in this life, my darkness comes before he does to protect me, I will sleep surrounded in the darkness deprived of the light he is. If I am not able to see him before my eyes close in the darkness I have always been, my life, my each breath would be worthless, if he doesn't hear my plead to save me from this darkness, I don't know when next would I get a human birth to contemplate on him.

    This human birth is very very precious, use it wisely to sing his praise and come out of darkness for when it ends, you never know when you will be human again and be able to approach him for no other being can do devotion like a human until and unless he is graced by ShriBhagwan or ShriVaishnavas themselves.

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  • hated_poet 8w

    Forlorn place for all;
    Mesmerizing the fall!
    The silhouettes ahead,
    Everyone in dread.
    I looked up at the caliginous sky:
    Alas! Moon's hidden-by
    No life, no pain, no gain- nothing to ratify.

    Conglomerate! Conglomerate!
    Earth's mingling- tear or joy?
    Conglomerate - vociferated 'The City f Joy'.
    Humans' destruction is visible:
    Epiphany of it is not feasible
    'Earth will be a purgatory!'


    Trees ceased their susurrus dancing,
    Winds stopped flourishing.
    I ran broadway! broadway!
    Struck by the quietude midway!
    Earth's an abandoned ship,
    The lustrous moon, hidden deep.
    Minutes hand slipped -
    Our destiny: nobody can predict!

    Tenebrosity, demonstrating the newborn new,
    No ploughing on the farm, amidst dew.
    Sundry cars parked,
    Dogs in the road barked.
    Everyone locked at home,
    No way to refuse this dome.

    Innocent people suffering;
    With dyspnoea, and tapering!
    No certainty of life and quietus,
    When the evil ambushes us.
    Dark! Dark! Spectral vignette,
    No moonlight, even yet.

    We are humans!
    Worshippers of Prometheus;
    We don't fear the darkness;
    And fight merrily, the ferocious.

    We will endure this belligerent fight,
    Until the exquisite moon sights.
    Infuse courage mates:
    Darkness will fade.

    We will fight
    Everyone will be alright!

    ~Anurag Saha
    ©anurags_creativemind



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    Resurgence

  • 4walls_and_me 14w

    You are not

    If it is a mirage I hope you are not the image
    If it is the sky I hope you are not the clouds
    If it is the sun I hope you are not an eclipse

    Impeach my thoughts, cause you are not where you say
    ©4walls_and_me

  • voices_as_thoughts 18w

    Betty's Kirtle

    She is a chef,
    she makes for others a smile,
    atleast three times a day,
    before she tends to her own taste buds
    She is expected to serve everyday of which now she has mastered
    even in her blues and distress, she seems more perfect.
    How she takes a fake spice to make a real taste and hence diffusion,is quite asking how
    her wages is deserving of an novel award and not coins
    Who directs but can't be seen?
    Who listens but can't be heard?
    No self rewards,
    and even what she makes, a smile, has been more or less on her own menu.
    ©voices_as_thoughts

  • backstorypoetry 18w

    A poem can touch your heart with every single word that is written by the poet.
    If you have the patience to read it, you will realise the feelings of the person in it..
    Poem by Nidhi S Shetty

    Follow @backstory.poetry for more ❤️

    #trust #think #believe #believeinyourself #wine #shine #amaze #absence #gainallinvain #gloomynight #distress #desire #amaze #dreams #darkness #moon #sun #night #fragile #broken #believeindreams

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    GLOOMY NIGHT

    Dim and dark the night seems
    Fragile and broken heart screams
    Shiny stars, vague and absorbed
    To accompany, the lonely sky sobbed
    Gloomy night never sort right!

    Enveloped amidst eerie inky cloud
    Hushed distress heard aloud
    Howling gale wither in dale
    Desire to gain all in vain
    Gloomy night never sort right!

    As old as wine, your intent shine
    Makes me amaze at your gaze
    Mighty moon your absence has no valence
    Gloomy night never sort right ; but
    Your presence can make it bright!
    - Nidhi S Shetty
    ©backstorypoetry

  • dolencrisel 20w

    Distress just took a short-lived retreat. A vacation that was thought to be a forever; the only forever she believed in.
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    Thinking it was long lost gone, she moved forward. Baby steps, one at a time. Cautiously gazing at each bump, analyzing each loop and looking through each turbulence. She was swaddled by a comfortable air of thoughts and assumptions. Thorns seemed like roses, horns seemed like halos and the burning flame appeared to be wings that could set her free. Optimism reigned over. What was thought to be an armor, was an impenetrable blanket of insecurities and fear. What was thought to be a wand, was a sword she readily bestowed upon the world to stab her blistering virtue. She was greeted by judgements and comments of everything that she was and of everything that she wasn't. Surrounded by labels, she battled her way through it all.
    .

    Here she is now. Having a story to narrate, just like the rest of us. Despite constant visits payed by the pain she managed to put behind, she freely survives. Despite the persistent pricking of anxiety, she happily exists. She succeeds in bottling it up and let's the genie handle it. The charmed genie of her wisdom and understanding. Experience is undeniably the best able tutor. Content screams a loud laughter. Her lips, now, curl up to smile ear to ear. As she stands there, glaring at her reflection, she notices her scars, a trophy and a shield of immunity that embellishes. Spreading her charm is her favorite to-do list. She likes what she sees. She loves what she's becoming. And that makes her life worth living today!

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    Spreading her charm is her favorite to-do list

    ©dolencrisel

  • poetic_catastrophe 22w

    Lost

    I've been staring at the mirror a little too much and lately, the reflection's been too unrecognisable; a face too void of smiles. I don't know if I've been a little too lost or lately, it has been hurting too much.

    ©poetic_catastrophe

  • awantikathakur_ 25w

    Detachment 😢

    Had my affection been one-sided,
    I would have easily beared this separation.
    But,
    He too was insanely in this love,
    And this is the actual affliction.

  • sabatanveer 26w

    Lonley human
    Depression begins
    Mislead fortune
    Disheartening failure
    Mystic beliefs
    Ridicule behaviour
    Wailing cry
    Frozen soul
    Scattered scars
    Fake smile
    Shattered dreams
    Exhausted mind
    Parallel feeling
    False impression
    Absolute disillusion
    Gloomy world
    Forlorn plea
    Losing faith
    Crisis showdown
    End up disguised

    ©sabatanveer

  • isid57 28w

    ... Psychotic...

    Are you Psychotic...??
    Or
    Did you just find the right approach of not Pretending..?
    © Siddhesh Sawant

  • isid57 28w

    ...Worst Time...

    Distress of the worst moments is much lesser than you imagine...

    Thinking is the biggest asset, which makes you smoothly win...!!

    © Siddhesh Sawant

  • thymemoirs 29w

    #stars #starlight #nightsky #kalawakan #sky #heavens #hven #safety #arch #memories #forgotten #lost #missing #weep #cry #tears #soul #broken #pain #distress #love #never #abandons #writersnetwork #writersbay #readwriteunite #writers #write #read #unite #writers #poetry #tercet #poet #bard #poems @writersnetwrk @writersbay @readwriteunite @poetrydelivery

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    poem;
    Write a tercet about broken heart.

    Sometimes, there are instances that we fell out of love. Automatically, regret follows. It is either you let go or you fight for your love. If you are currently facing this situation, I wanna make you remember 3 things: 1. Know your worth 2. It is not always about love 3. Choose what's the best for you.

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    REMNANTS OF US

    Under the starry arch, our memories were forgotten,
    The weeping moon stared into our soul left broken,
    How can we abandon this love that was once our haven?
    ©thymemoirs

  • noori_17 30w

    Depression?

    Depression is not sadness, it's a complete package of affliction which can neither be revealed nor shared with anyone.
    ©noori_17

  • shrihari_nandini 32w

    #shrihari #mahalakshmi #narayana #seeking #refuge #devotion #help #charmer #shelter #grow #niche #perfection #virtue #true #love #bestowing #feet #mind #kind #heart #deserve #generous #one #terminate #distress #discus #never #forsake #surrender #ways #cumbersome

    ||श्रीहरि||
    Seeking Refuge
    By Bhavya Gogia

    Oh ShriHari, I need thy help
    For thy grace surpasses
    All kinds of wealth
    I need your mercy
    My Lord, my Charmer
    For am poor and I lack
    Thy perfect Shelter.
    Oh Lord let me grow
    Under thy Feet
    No other niche,
    May my Heart seek!
    Oh perfection of each virtue
    My Lord, My Hero,
    May my love be true
    Towards only thy bestowing Feet
    Nothing shall my mind
    Neither I do seek!
    But Oh Lord am poor
    Neither humble by Heart
    Then what do I deserve
    Oh kind at Heart?
    I deserve punishments
    Of every hell
    For I am deficient
    Yet much reckless
    But Oh Generous one
    I believe in you
    That you won't forsake me,
    My Heart says so
    Hence Oh lovely one
    Wielding a discus
    Give me thy refuge
    And terminate my distress
    I trust you much
    So be it wholesome
    For Oh Vishnu, sans surrender
    Every path's cumbersome!
    ©shrihari_nandini

    *Cumbersome- slow and inefficient

    So what was I seeking till now? Yes, that's devotion! Devotion to ShriHari's and ShriVaishnavas' feet. But how may I achieve it, for one who achieves such devotion without any effort becomes the Greatest and is revered everywhere- ShriVaikunth or Earth. Therefore, when Krishna speaks of three yogas in Bhagwat Geeta as means to attain Moksha, in the end shloka 18.66 which is the Charam-Shloka in our tradition, he speaks of forsaking all ways and surrender unto him, He will take care of everything else then. Hence, from now ask nothing from him, but simply surrender! Simply HIS REFUGE! He shall deliver you! This is his promise!
    Chant-
    ❇Om Namo Narayanaye!

    And ShrimadGeeta 18.66, the Lord Promises:
    ❇sarva dharmān parityajya mām ekaṃ śaraṇaṃ vraja |
    ahaṃ tvā sarva-pāpebhyo mokṣayiṣyāmi mā śucaḥ || 66 ||

    66. Completely relinquishing all Dharmas, take refuge in Me alone. I will release you from all sins, grieve not.

    Pic credit: Pinterest, to the original owner.

    @aarsha_ns @ally_18 @garima_jackson @vandi123 @mayank_02

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    Seeking Refuge

    By ShriHari Nandini

  • mimansha_bhatt 33w



    Mind you
    The thorns still hurt
    Even when the rose
    Is wilted in your books
    Even when the petals dried
    With your pure tears..
    ©mimansha_bhatt

  • alxita 33w

    -- Leaking --

    A euphoric metanoia conversing through dulcetness
    From dystopic episodes of agony and brittleness
    Sing loudly through ephemeral waves of distress
    Clandestine is its proximity, break again more or less

    Did rehabilitation reconcile the happiness again
    Even through evanescence, it won't last for just seconds
    For hers is a novel gift to take as joyfully wished
    For the past will creep again to the present like phishing

    But if a capricious tale starts a new chapter to take
    Will her dulcet dances be in an inevitable break?
    Will the syrup in the sippy cup remain as syrup?
    Will the dresses she wear still hide her dormant dupes?

    Tears will eventually leak out again in the future
    Blood will soon leak out from the interlaced sutures
    Vintage dresses will not make up for her recession
    Corpses will remain as the corpses in exsanguination



    #poetry #sadness #past #present #agony #distress #hiding #scars #wounds #tears #blood #leaking #life #runningaway #comeback #mirakee #alxita_june_twenty #ceesreposts

    Poem no. 109
    Jun. 6, 2020, 10:32 AM (GMT+8)

    Note: This is heavily inspired by Melanie Martinez's song "Sippy Cup". Some references are observed here.

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    Leaking

    "Tears will eventually leak out again in the future
    Blood will soon leak out from the interlaced sutures
    Vintage dresses will not make up for her recession
    Corpses will remain as the corpses in exsanguination"
    ©___alxita