Stories
Stories are seeds grown to inspire gnarled cavities that covet hues of enlarged chemistries.
©deepflowsoul
#hues
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deepflowsoul 3w
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Hues caretaker.
I see around myself,
Butterflies and hues.
Such a small lifespan,
Wondering,
What could be their plans?
Maybe none.
Just hovering around,
Basking in fun.
Touching the sky,
Feeling the sun.
~
©bhumi_me -
falling is the color
of a naked heart, dipped
in cobalt dreams & violet
yearnings; bruises blooming
in amber, coagulating red roses;
marrow fueled & exposed, as it rises
—golden-yellow like the waking sun
with olive desires & an indigo passion;
it is in the merging of pigments into bright
light, brutal and blinding, but full of delight.
©odetosilentroses -
Am I happy ?
Unchaperoned there ....
Lying on my bed
My soul cries and screams...
Thinking about my pains
And shattered dreams....
Those eyes gazed towards the sky.
To find some lights of hope...
That light faded too...
Just as the hues of my life..
Faded away...
But still there is a hope....
The stars will shine again ...
More brighter than before ....
©saloni__ -
rhythmic_beats 10w
As soon as your eyes see the sunshine at that moment only let your soul see the shine of humanity. Let your hands be a help for someone, let your legs travel and reach to your destiny and turn all dreams into reality. Let your smile be the reason of someone's happiness, let your words be the flower of kindness. Then no one can hate you, then you also can't hate anyone. This may seem like fairytale. But let me assure you it will be more beautiful than fairytale as it is fair tale full of love and humanity. If this becomes a reality then you all will get to taste heaven in yourself
#fairytale #fairtale #humanity #hues #magic #heaven #poetry #life
#rhythmic_beats #writersnetwork #mirakeeFair|y|tale
Fairytale is the gentle kiss to the sleep
Which every child wants to hear
Before the sleep and wants to ride
Those imaginations in the dreams.
What a spectacular scene,
A world full of purple hues
Shaking hands with other hues
Such as blue and pink with a
Charming sparkle in each step,
Those big eyes shining like the moon,
Those continuous smiles like twinkling stars,
Those big hair like soothing waterfalls
Bridging different lands, different people
In the droplets of love!
Tiny, big, butterfly wings dancing
Behind the hands sprinkling the
Beauty of freedom, there flew the whole,
For the fist time it was like shooting stars
Were not falling down but it were
Rising to the limitless with more ecstacy.
The witchy potion spilled and the hues
Turned black, evils started engulfing the
Beautiful and brave hearts, wings were
Caged and tears of joy turned into
Tears of melancholies;
It was time for fairytale
To entwine with bravetale
All those magical hues united with
Empowering hues,
The eyes and hands embraced the hues
Of red rains whenever someone
Caged the innocents,
Hairs now carry the pride
As they walking through the ride
Of life without any wings but through
Strength of feet which left deeper roots
In each footprint.
Soul would always shine bright
With all hues amalgamating to white smiles,
Like all water resources merging with ocean
And enhancing the planet with
The bliss of calmness.
It's time for fairytale
To bond with fair tale.
It's now not a bed time tale
It's now a wake up tale,
A tale to be planted in each
Of the human regardless of gender
To understand importance of each color
Which came from the white,
Giving us the message that
Always uplift the fair tale of
HUMANITY.
It's time for fairytale
To bond with fair tale.
It's now not a bed time tale
It's now a wake up tale.
©rhythmic_beats -
sharmilajuliet 15w
Picture credit to rightful owner
15th Oct 2020
#nothingness #confined #hues #unwillingly #faded #search #paint #colourful #world #julietscorner #writerstolli #bluepup #mirakee #writersnetworkNothingness
In Search of colourful hues
To paint faded her world,
Unwillingly she get
Confined in nothingness.
©sharmilajuliet -
springblossoms 16w
A failed voice of music finding place in poetry.
#fridayfun #secondpost #missyou #poetry
#love #crimson #hues #navysky
#writersnetwork #mirakee #podThe incomplete notes of music misses your
Presence, to bond my soul to yours
And sing the melodious song in the crimson hues
Of rising sun to our music
Which awakes the sun
To take a break from loving
The moon shining in the
Navy blue and inviting to
Our morning alarm of love.
But; how helpless my soul is
With this incomplete music!
My voice now don't raise to sing
As I'm incomplete without you
But the soul still finds a way to
Praise your sweetness through poetry.
©springblossoms -
outofleague 17w
#her #hues #colourc #poetrywednesday
Picture Courtesy : Mark Adriane /Unsplash.
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_wanderinglion_ 17w
#mirakee #writersnetwork #@quotes_mirakee
#@wanderlust_25
#leaf #hues #blue #pink #paint #painter #poet #her #cracked #vein #green #silver
"You want me to paint it", I told her..
"You mustn't cover it", she said..
"You want it to stay alive", I told her..
"I want every vein to be seen", she said..
"You don't want me to heal it's withering edges", I told her..
"You mustn't heal its withering edges.." She said..
She ran a finger over the stiff edge of the leaf..
"But you're the painter, you would know."
"You want it to tell it's tale on it's own", I told her..
"I don't want to be the narrator", she said..
She was the poet,
She would know..
"I don't want you to use a brush", she told me..
"I'll use my finger", I said..
She stood proudly
with the leaf
in one hand,
and refused to
hand it to me
as began to paint it..
Leaning so close to the leaf revealed more of it's colors than it would have, had I painted it with a brush..
The dim lighting brought it's silver to sparkle..
I looked closer,
and noticed
various hues
of blue as they
overlapped every
edge of green..
And it was hard to miss the tinge of pink that followed the crisp orange of an autumn leaf..
As I ran my paint-coated finger over the center of the leaf..
She showed me what she saw..
And I felt what she felt..
My fingers froze
as the leaf breathed
an air of life..
She looked at me
with a knowing
expression,
and handed me
the leaf..
My hands trembled
as I caressed
the cracked surface
of the leaf..
"They're always like that, y'know"..
She looked at it with a sad smile..
"The world's just too lost in it's own miseries to see what it sees", she told me..
"And it's grown too cold to feel what it feels."
©_wanderinglion_"The world's just too lost
in it's own miseries
to see what it sees", she told me..
"And it's grown too cold
to feel what it feels."
©_wanderinglion_ -
deepika_nair 18w
#writersblock #autumn #sky #hues #leaf #genuine_readers #mirakee #writersnetwork #writersbay #ceesreposts
PC - Me , myself and I
19.09.20SONG OF THE AUTUMN SKY
A selfish sky breathes an atumnal hue
and world outside is painted yellow.
On the tip of an aging leaf
the sky writes a song about forgetting
And the wind wears it like a flower
in her flowing hair.
©deepika_nair -
bagiviolet 19w
There are a lot of shades amidst black and white,
As our imperfections stop us from being a perfect monochrome
But even in between hues, every person exists in different shades of grey
Fading and blazing irrespective of the overcast or rainbow sometimes!
©bagiviolet -
_wanderinglion_ 21w
Word Prompt:
Write a 10 word one-liner on Butterfly
#mirakee #writersnetwork #butterfly #fragile #hues #wordpromptPretty little fragile wings, coverd in Pink, Blue, Purple hues
©_wanderinglion_ -
mithraghosh 25w
We are just a passenger in the journey of survival
We start our Voyage without knowing the truth,
Then
we continue our travel stepping in the spirals build by the truth
We are a soul that whisk away in the chaos of life
Living in the name of our existence of expense
Nothing but engaging in the soulless tryst
@mirake @writersnetwork #writer #poetry #poem #mirakewriter #art #literature #love #painting #winter #artist #hues #victorianera #life #muse
#centuryoldtales #melanchloy #mirth #words #stories #storyteller #museum #quotes #thidaysmusing #writerslife #lover #nature©mithraghosh
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mithraghosh 27w
She muses about the reflection on the floor of the museum.
when the last patron faded away in the darkness of the winter evening
Mirth and melancholy danced in her orbs
Capturing the beauty and essence of the art.
She melts into the realm of dimmed hues in walls,
voyage to the world of redbrick castles, musical theatres, country dances, and wine, courtship
Her fingertips ache to run through the illustrations to relive their love, despair, agony, battleships power betrayal and monarchy
She memorizes the century-old tales and soaks in the fragrance of forgotten existences
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#centuryoldtales #melanchloy #mirth #words #stories #storyteller #museum #quotes #thidaysmusing #writerslife #lover #nature©mithraghosh
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wild_aish 28w
"Marilyn, where's my coffee?! " she yelled at the peak of her sharp voice. The voice that I always hated. After all, young it was. And what I hated even more, was her young chiseled face. Envy hit hard each time I saw her. And then there's me... Old, wrinkled and ugly. But you know what?
Not anymore.
So today, I served her the same coffee, just with a little extra dose of poison. It was always poisoned, with hate, of course.
And so, with the putting down of Marilyn's pen, Marylin was dead.
"Ahh the coffee never tasted any better!"
Said Marylin, rocking in her arm chair,
Adoring her young agedness.
PS: This was my psychology assignment, where we were asked to write a short story on the picture given below. :)
A CHALLENGE COMING UP SOON!
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:)Wrinkled Acceptance.
©wild_aish -
wild_aish 29w
In the crowds you will see me
Waiting, to be freed.
Waiting, to be identified
Amongst the many dead bodies
That surround me.
You could be one too!
And just like me,
They too, are waiting to be--
Identified.
It's a long queue
Seems like it's never gonna end.
And standing, eagerly waiting
Are us, the puppets of destiny.
Who goes forward,
Who remains behind,
Who gets kicked out,
Who dies, who gets killed
Nothing- In our hands.
Destiny plays, and the Gods
Stand watching,
Like silent spectators of our fate.
But there's one thing you can do-
Hold on. Tight. Firm. Confident.
And never let go,
Come what may.
They say your destiny has been written
Even before you were born.
It's all based on what you've done,
In your previous life.
If that's so- what's the point of doing Anything in this life?!
But that's not how it works.
You have to pull the cart of life,
Even if you feel your bones are breaking.
You gotta paint this canvas,
Even when you run out of colours.
So either way, it's do or die.
So why not spend these timeless moments,
Smiling?
Challenging destiny,
"THROW ALL THAT YOU GOT. "
I ain't gonna back off no more :)
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:)JUST A REMINDER:
©wild_aish -
blackpenn 29w
whenever I'm afraid of the night, i just remind myself of how many dark mornings I've survived
©blackpenn -
wild_aish 29w
Dear You,
Who left me,
Then,
I've been waiting. Since.
In the hope, you will come back
To me,
Back home.
We will make things,
Just the way you had
Wanted them to be.
We will take it back to normal,
Once again.
And if we cannot,
We will set Our new normals.
Let's renovate the house
Just the way, you had wanted to.
In hues of pastel blues and
Loads of bright cushions and pillows
We could play pillowfight with.
And hang up all the planters and bells
And put up tapestries on the walls and
Build a shelf in which we could keep,
Your beloved Harry Potter and Sherlock Holmes.
Come back,
The balconies have
Lost their charm
Without you
The brezees don't visit here anymore.
Come back,
Let's bring those bonsais
You had always desired.
And adopt ten dogs and two cats
And see them play and grow
In Our backyard,
While we sip on our coffees.
Listening to the radio
The swing still awaits you,
Broken, but still the same beautiful.
But we can repair it, Together.
And paint it in rustic blue--
Your favorite.
And swing on it, Together.
In the breezy evenings,
Watching the blush red sun
Set on the pink horizon.
Everything has been set.
All plans have been made.
Only what remains,
Is you say a Yes.
Come home.
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:)Come home
Every year, the garden carpets itself,
With dry leaves in fall and
Snow in the winter....
But all this soil
Has ever wanted,
Is the touch
Of your feet. ♡
©wild_aish -
wild_aish 29w
You fed me poisoned tears,
Thinking they would kill me,
But only if I had not
Made myself immune to them
Drop by drop,
Little by little
I drank them--
Silently.
Now this poison of hate
Has reached every nerve
In my body
I am that deadliest yet
The most desirable venom.
Your parched lips, will someday
Ache to taste mine
And only when you will no longer
Be able to resist
Will you come to me,
With lustful eyes.
And you will make love to me,
Like never before
Only to realise,
I am not love, I am death.
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:)Lethal.
©wild_aish -
wild_aish 29w
The door bell ranged and I opened the door.
And to my surprise, I saw at my doorstep a basket of big crimson red roses and it had your name on it.
Gosh. How happy I was that night!
Their fragrance filled my room with amore
My bed, the curtains, me, my hair--
Everything smelled roses.
"Write to me when you get this"
The card said.
And when I sat down to write,
I thought, I would pick one up, the rose I mean.
To see it from close. To let it's aroma mix with every single breath I inhaled.
Just when I put my hand in, to take it out,
A thorn pricked my fingertip.
Blood oozed out. In crimson red.
I didn't care much, and wrote to you
In painful letters,...
"I love you"
Had I only taken that as a sign,
Today you wouldn't be here,
Laying lifeless , infront of my eyes,
Smeared in Crimson Red.
PS: I still love You. But--
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#smile#laugh#live#sunsets#gray#red#hues
#wildwoman
#canyourelate?
:)The rose has been taken care of.
©wild_aish