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sanka_
4d
Let me rest
Entered earth with empty hands.
Craving more to fill my grands.
Let me at peace with empty hands.
To embrace God with open hands.
LET ME LEAVE AS I CAME, EMPTY HANDED, FOR NO RICHNESS IN THE WORLD COULD BRIBE DEATH.
©sanka_ -
scriblost
4d
CAUGHT...
I think that i am caught
And I am left here to rot,
I don't know where to start
I don't know where I must stop...
My whole life is in the dark;
I am no longer that smart,
Once i used to be a genius;
Now i just feel so heinous
I sometimes want to end this mess
But i have no idea how
To end this quest
To keep my heart numb
To feel that i am not dumb...
I have many souls around me
But i have no one to really own me,
I can't pour my heart out to them
Because they are trying to find their own gem.
I have many thorns in my heart
But i believe there are also some flowers,
I am waiting for life to give up on me;
Because i am done and now i disown me!!
©scriblost -
At the end.
" So what do you want at the end after your dreams ? " - They asked.
He fumbled with tears in his eyes and said " Walking in a quite beach with her hand in my hand and just see her smile"
03/3/21
©solemnmystery -
Convicted
Slavery in hell's fires
Is one's life expectancy
As a worshiped desire
Becomes a dead end hypothesis
©pattypatrick -
a_gentilischi
1w
Read MoreRecently, I saw someone close to me suffer a stroke. It got me thinking about how fragile our lives are.
Also, the same word can have a lot of different meanings and connotations.
Refer:
"Thirteenth stroke of the clock or "thirteen strikes of the clock" is a phrase, saying, and proverb to indicate that the previous events or "strokes to the clock" must be called into question. This proverb puts forth the notion that if just one of someone's proclamations is wrong, or something of a process is wrong, then the correctness and accuracy of all the previous items is called into question."
- Wikipedia
Here, I tried to bring out the idea that life is being questioned all over again.
2021.03. 01
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#stroke #alliteration #pod
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#thoughts #life #words #dreams
#death #end #youthSTROKE :
Disambiguation
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Under the relentless glares of the July sun
The glimmering ocean waves gleefully part
Clean curves, against powerful lithe limbs
Of my florid lover's confident breast STROKE
He's out of the sea, and clambers towards me
Sand covered golden thighs roughly scraping
Against my wave splashed blue cotton dress
As wet fingers tangle in ebony curls to STROKE
The hours blur in to days, and days to weeks
And the weeks bleed in to well worn years
Pristine beaches turn to lone ashen resorts
And from a distant clock we hear the 13th STROKE
Warm smile slashed in to a half frozen rictus
While his wrinkled hands flail out wide in panic
Followed by fatal fall that rewrites all recognition
Life's twilight, turned midnight, in a lightening STROKE
Within your temples deep inside your brain
Tides of crimson stall at sudden dark impetus
And, the resplendent temple that your body was once
Now desecrated and ruined with the touch of a STROKE
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February
Has got only 28 days,
But after every 4 years...
It's has some 29 days...
Seems crazy right,
Like you give your presence after years...
29th day gives it's presence ...
To February...
Hey Feb we both has to wait
For them ...waiting kills us right!
©lifelessons14 -
A Rainbow's End
Reluctant droplets breathe in consolation,
Vacuum fills the unknown constellations
With tales hidden neath these grounds,
And above these clouds;
Some awaiting exposure,
Many enslaved to change and closure.
They call you drunk in this town,
Going to deep waters is a wish to drown
A mindless satisfaction sought in delusion
Behind the windows to secretive seclusion;
The only paths to rise above hate,
And give in to the rest without haste.
Living in horrific hues is the taboo norm.
Like letting silk dresses rot on the street,
Off to the unforeseen lands, they swarm
In a quest to find their feet.
Still they hear the sweet songs
Of their glory gleaming over the red sky,
As they stroll along
Tranquility that never seems to die,
One of many intoxications that seem to glow
Until they reach the end of their rainbow.
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THE END IS NEAR. SAVE HUMANITY.
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I want to scream in this silence,
Silence that I kept hidden inside of me
The hatred I have for myself ,
May cross the value of infinity
I remember to love myself ,
But why should I?
I find no reason in existence ,
Thus inside of me ,
I want everything to die
I feel choked with each breath I take
I feel each day in this world,
My life is at stake
Now I think they don't believe me,
Unreasonable tears possibly were never meant to be
Thus I don't want you to be me,
Me and my dead self
The hoor drowned in the urge for death,
Crying for your help..... -
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a_gentilischi
2w
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"Death comes equally to us all, and makes us all equal when it comes"
- John Donne
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The candle stick once stood tall and proud
Drips on to the sheets in a waxen shroud
The silence by the death bed, ever so loud
Filled by the ghosts, a grotesque crowd
A draft blows from outside, cold and thin
The shadows flicker, then they softly dim
They dance and mock, as if on a whim
To welcome the guest to their home within
Within darkness, where lost memories lay
The dead are found and then forced to stay
Bouquets of white liles, by tombstones sway
Till they themselves are withered and gray
Plaques of stone behind the church's back
The mausoleums of gold and marble black
The plauge pit where bodies were in stack
Even in death, it is inequality that we lack
But after the tears, and the songs are sung
Epitaphs written, and loud bells are rung
Or maybe, just turned to a forgotten tounge
Each corpse becomes soil, fresh and young
And there the flowers bloom without thought
Of colour, or caste or wars lost or fought
All the buried riches having come to naught
The dead now rest, petals delicately wraught
2021.02. 22
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#death #pod
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#life #end #thoughts #realityDeath
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misty_2004
2w
Read MoreI befriend the solitude,
For chaos never lets me sleep.
nd within the dark , dreary rooms,
I overthink and my voice in my head screams!!
A hollow rush of epinephrine
Subtly pricks my hide.
I gulp down my melancholy,
For I have none to share what's mine.
And the darkness tides and splashes.
On my skin, I discover patches.
Patches that remind me of what I had been
And those that tell me there's the approaching grim.
And within the gloom,the cerecloth gleems,
The white shines and the softness beams.
A lucid draping covers me like
A dream that veils the hollow plights.
And the slow yet steady pain surfeits.
The eloquence of joy loses heed.
And in the mere presence, my sounds disappear.
I fall for silence and in love with despair.
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#randomAnd the dark nights have witnessed the burns that overthinkers impose on their skin. And they know they are hurt. Yet they try to rise.
The heaviness settles and the breaths fasten. The blood warms up and then cools down. A meek flow flows down the chins and then it's the dawn. And the night ends.
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a_gentilischi
2w
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Just a thought.
Some say that love is a heavenly feeling
That the tender kisses and shyly held hands
Are the ambrosia of the gods themselves
Who am I to know these things?
I've never fallen in love.
Why is it that we FALL in love?
Are we not supposed to
RISE in it?
REVEL in it?
REST in it?
Why must we FALL,
like an angel giving in to temptation?
like Icarus embracing the sun?
Maybe we are meant to fall
Not in to hell
But to earth.
Maybe we are meant to fall in love
And..
RISE
REVEL
REST
In its aftermath.
2021.02. 20
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#mirakee #writersnetwork
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#love #angels #death #heaven
#end #human #thoughtsDo all fallen angels become Devils
When they are felled from the heavens for falling in love?
Then who are the weeping stone angels holding Vigil, by a lover's tomb?
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Journey..
Every journey has a end .... either happy or sad
©anshubharti -
Things we ignore in the beginning...become a lesson at the end...
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Dear writer,
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Life is good
Life is good, anyway. It is good for those ants who have a small tiny body; it is good for those elephants who have a gigantic physique; it is also good for for those fishes in the water who know that their lives do not matter, their birth is to satisfy someone's appetite; it is good too for the animals like humans, who think in this short-lived life, they can do wonders to even challenge the status of God. That is it. Everyone has a life, that has a beginning and a definite End. What matters is how we make use of it.
©jeetspeaks -
End Covid
For over a year now
A virus has spread
So many have perished
Others confined to a bed
Together we can stop it
Prevent more deaths
Stay at home for now
That's what is best
Keep six feet apart from
Others walking on by
This will reduce chances
Of it travelling in the sky
Drink plenty of liquids
And keep hands washed
We will find the cure soon
And it will be abolished
All of us working together
Will shorten it's time here
Pray that it happens fast
So we can end more tears
©porcupine -
charvi_mehra
3w
Am I just quoting my love for you in my poems?
Maybe,
After ages, I'll walk through our places,
To catch you there sometime and complete my poetry about life.
Fixed you as my endgame.
We write,
To evolve the destiny of our moments,
We will share a forever home.
What does our future hold?
On trying or buying time,
For people we thought would love us?
Will it last?
Till I write my life in his name.
I worn love on my tee today,
And it will fit him the best.
It's all I have been wanting for long.
Will he wait for me to watch the next episode of our favorite series together?
Will he bring me breakfast in bed on the days I feel shitty about myself?
Will he embrace me with forehead kisses randomly?
Will he stare at my eyes just like it was our first time at love?
Will he be mine everyday?
-Charvi -
purwar_ji
3w
Read MoreThrough the numbness of pain,
Through the obsession of infatuation,
From the depth of being nothing,
Through the devourness of your atrocious love,
Through the voracious eyes of yours and equally hollowing voice,
I feel myself again,
Through the love of my-self to my-soul,
Through the goals set to achieve,
Through the finesse in my work,
I feel myself again,
Through your deadly ephemeral presence,
Which has ended, and, you are done!
-purwar_ji
#mirakee @mirakee #love #end #kantI feel myself again
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- isent_writer I feel myself again
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