Mirakee
Darkness...
Death is by far the worst thing you could wish for one, but is it really? If one needs to escape....
Scribbling words no one would hear or see,
You are your own worst enemy,
The tears in your eyes sit like dewdrops in a chilly morning...
Haunted by weeping memories, Everyday calls for a joyful mourning...
Darkness is the only creeper, your forest allows,
You let the dark take control of you, You are powerless, yet so... Powerful.
©the_nonchalant_one
#mourning
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deepflowsoul
4w
Read More@hafzikr your kindness has inspired me. Please follow this wonderful soul.
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Nothing makes my heart sing quite like mutual gratitude and shared love!
We all breathe under broken wings,
A bunch of passionate mourning doves.
When two souls meet, and carry each other,
We embrace our truths as sister and brother!
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hafzikr
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This is so overwhelming ♥since this is unexpected ❤❤❤
Thank you so much for writing this and tagging me here ♥♥♥♥ - deepflowsoul @hafzikr it's truly my pleasure ❤ you deserve it!
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hafzikr
Keep inking more . You pen so exquisitely ♥
And thank you so much once again .
You really took my night home ❤ - deepflowsoul @hafzikr of course! And I'm glad I did, that's my hope!
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thebhavnasaxena
5w
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Little Things
It is the little things
That haunt me, your
Fingers tangled in my hair,
Redoing a braid I did wrong,
It is the promises I did not keep,
It will be a rainy day and I will
Add my secret spice to the stew
You taught me how to make
And when you taste it, you will
Smile that smile that makes you
Shine like the sun on a foggy winter
Morning, it is the dreams that will
Never come true, you and me sitting
Together, telling each other stories
Of times past and people forgotten,
I must let you go, for nothing this
Good can last forever, but it is
The goodbye I never got to say,
That I choke upon; grief isn't a
Tsunami, it is a tiny river that
Swallows me a little every day,
But isn't it always the little things?
©thebhavnasaxena -
ndichuu
7w
HUE OF DEATH.
The night before 25th of December.
Songs are sang.
They pledge no harm no pain.
People are merucial.
Yes, they must be convivial.
For Jesus will be born.
But things are not the same,
For the dark hue of death,
Coloured the hue-man; the black man.
Forgetting the pright of night,
Frostbite, bereavement, conundrum.
All hit in an ardent manner.
My limbs are frostbitten,
I can't stand, I can't walk.
I can't come to see your death painting.
I am bereft of you.
My eyes can show the grief.
Red as they are,
Resembling your death-stained bones.
Writing off the history.
Of a man who once was alive.
Conundrum engulf my mind.
Why?
Why did you leave us?
Jesus will be born soon,
You left without seeing the saviour.
Why?
©ndichuu13 1 1
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sarahrachelea
15w
Even now you're already died,
My Bride, Hella
With your pale dead body
Pumpkin, you're still beautiful
~ The Dark Love of Mr. Frankenstein
©sarahrachelea -
raindropsoncacti
17w
If not here then where...?
Things can be very clouded
When you're in mourning, one many around here don't know...and one you didn't choose.
It's hard to not spill out your heart on a page
That you've been gifted, with divine timing, instead, to use.
One you more than often, just to be able to smile and exist
Have no choice but to bury and hide.
A place you've come to adopt, in lieu,
As a replacement for that best friend you once had by your side...
I only ever intended to get the emotions out here
Rather than discuss or display them "out there", in, real life".
I amplify what I'm feeling through poems to process and release them, rather than keep them near,
In order to go about my business, strive to be good, never meaning to cause strife.
Poetry in a heart beat, in my hand, became that for me...
My new confidante. My chalice. My outlet!
But now my words on here have tainted good things.
For doing that, I utterly regret...
Rebecca was my heart, soul and my spirit's escape!
She was the only one I could discuss with rawness, the most tragic but real things!
Between us: being held hostage, repeated beatings, and rape...
I still listen to her last voicemail, the call I didn't manage to take. My heart still sinks every time my phone rings...
Through my mistake, I now feel I've ruined poetry for some, and caused harm for another, by my emotions purely missing the mark;
I upset people inadvertently; trying to turn my hurts and pain to art;
Attempting to find my light, in my dark.
All whist still being made to miss having
That one person... that treasure who was "mine".
She was the only one who knew as much, and would reassure me, as I would always her,
That everything was going to be fine.
But it wasn't fine for her! Life was cruel and unfair. She was far too young to depart!
She was taken. She was stolen.
Too passionate for this world to contain...
Ultimately, so kind, it killed her physical heart.
Thus I'm clouded. I'm hurting. I have no excuse, of course.
I feel like I've ruined so much with my turning tears and fears into ink.
Despite that I feel now so much remorse.
Without writing to replace her it's like I don't function at all.
I don't know how to walk, or talk, or think!
I'm trying to lift my spirits daily; to "channel her goodness'.
Spend intentional, present time, loving my babies, and dancing.
So many of my poems about love are about the kind she brought into the world -
So many are nothing to do with romancing!
I sing daily, sure
But there's deep mourning
In the every line I sing from my heart of a song.
Our phone calls, as a record, could be as much as 9 and a half hours long!
On average, they were usually around 4...
I'm regretting using my pen, and I'm missing my friend.
I could tell everything to her without any worry or fear.
Thus I'm clouded by all that. I feel responsible for my wreckage.
I feel full of sorrow... and can't exist beyond "it's been almost a year..."
The only altar I place myself down to isn't in a church.
It's at home. It's Bec's small but symbolic little shrine.
The only thing I'm worshipping at present is learning how to embody her traits, and fulfil a destiny she aspired to but never reached,
In trying to heal, see my own worth, and to use it all to do good with mine.
One of the first things that came over me was how it felt heaven-sent. Being lead here felt so meant to be!
For I hadn't been able to write at all since November.
For the timing of being given a place for my feelings and verbosity was in sync with the loss
That I'd been playing over and over in my mind since October. Impossible daily not to remember.
I could tell everything to Bec, without any judgement
And I attempted to use here to do the same.
But now I can't. I can speak to her as I do, yet silence follows, which hurts.
All that remains is her star, and her name.
It's such a waste that she's not here anymore!
And I probably shouldn't continue to tell my everything here.
But if not here then where else? Notebooks and pens = I have plenty.
They've remained on the shelf, too, building layers of dust, for an entire year...
It's a hard call to make.... In this wake
Of too much harm been done now. Too much hurting. Too much inflicting. Too much shame.
Is it safer for anyone to not write here anymore?
For as someone that sought to help not harm with my words, I should probably instead see this as the moment to open a window,
And politely exit via the inside, after quietly closing this door...
©thatgeekgirl27 4 7
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IN MEMORY OF MY DEAR SISTER ...
Is this how things come to an end...???
Things destined to occur yet get undone
Tidings from the unexpected descend
Courses self willed, make way and run...
Your's age was of innocence;carefree
From the worldly turmoils and unrest
You had a whole world to travel and see
But all in vain, indecision was at its best
You relieved us from any expectations
From you, but in a manner of disbelief
Your final decision, free from revisions
And the final act, precise fatal, brief...
It's difficult to realise this absurd plan
It's impossible to accept you are no more
Your words, "nothing is impossible, I can"
Meant more than usual,made hearts sore
I still have in mind your demands,desires
But I have lost my smiles in tears for you
My dear SIS! once full of life and admires
Never you thought of me ere the last adieu...
©commoved_1803 -
Lycoris Radiata
Flowers of the grave, soaked in blood red,
Robbing the grief from those pronounced dead.
A flower, such beauty bloomed through tears shed,
Carried the lost in its red flower bed.
©emily_cjw -
kelvin_mathew98
32w
Hope
Lockdown Days has been going on . I don't know what to say. I am missing some of my friends . I can't talk to them through phone without meeting them . I don't know why .They played a better part in my life . They always played for me in my life . They meant a lot for me . I value them . But When Iam stuck in Home . Those old memories are still haunting me . I can't sleep for the last two months . My Mind is full of them . My thoughts are filled with their faces and smiles .I still have a hope that these lockdown will end up soon after I will rush to meet them . Its the Last. Ray of Hope I had . Still waiting for you My Dearest Friends
Friends are Everywhere But Best Friends are Rare
Still Hopeful making Castles in the Air
©kelvin_mathew98 -
pillai_geet
33w
Read MoreThe unaccounted are the hapless who never got to fight for their loved one's life . They never had a say to begin with. To live with the memories and a self destructive regret.
#mirakee #mirakeeworld #rwu #mourningThe Unaccounted
Battered and withered, cant further strife nor tire
Finding no purpose ,no guiding light, just self consuming ire
Once a blazing light ,sprung from a raging wild fire
Blown out ;your time undue , certainly not fair
Why? In sheer earnest I ask, trust me I do care
A familial disturbing darkness now trails my path
Cruel voices whisper as I lay on this thistly berth
"What can an ugly low life be ever worth"
The space you vacated, forgone is a good share of my mirth
Yesterdays had more savour ,hope dwelled with more depth
Swimming to unwittingly sink in this bleak dreadful abyss
Alongside folk who partake in that sense of something amiss
Pining for that forfeited moment of a goodbye kiss
Kind words and warm hugs, had no emphasis
Banished to anguish in an expanse of endless eclipse
Yearning a sweet smile long gone; lost to the bane of a fatal choice.
©pillai_geet -
I miss You.
Its been a few years since you took your last breath.
And I still miss you.
I remember the day your life ended as if it happened yesterday.
Every detail etched into my brain.
Getting the phone call that made my tears flow like a rushing river.
The way I couldn't concentrate.
I still see you everywhere
I still smell your perfume
I still hear your laugh
But when I turn to look you aren't there and I remembered that you are gone.
How can you leave me alone like this?
I miss you more and more with every passing day.
©amie_abrahams -
The Fire Man
Rabbit-friend and gentle soul
A snaggle-tooth smile and heart of gold
I think of all the things you've seen
And the many miles your beans have strolled
Black as night with tuft of red
You truly were quite a cat to behold
But you had to take a different path,
Our furry little friend
And as we say goodbye to you
We know it's not the end
And all our love and care
Along with you we send -
Musing
A moment of silence and solitude
away from the noise and pollution of the world,
to a place of gloom and dark ambience,
a bridge between the living and the dead.
The moon bears witness to my grief,
the gut wrenching pain in my heart.
The birds scurry away,
bearing on their wings my sorrow.
Back and forth, back and forth,
the wind aids my movement,
as I mumble words of greeting to the trees,
or to the ones believed to live in trees.
It may seem to you like I'm basking in bliss,
this is no peace, the sky is bleak.
Tainted with the screams of a mourning mother,
thunder and lightening sympathizing with her.
The trees have lost their soul,and so have I,
swinging ever so freely but trapped in the recess of my aching heart.
This may, in the end, seem like a cry to the heaven to set me free,
but then it's not, I have everything I need in this gloomy place.
©ice_adonis -
jynxielynn85
39w
Read MoreThere is no word
For the ones like me.
No name to justify
Our right to pain.
No vows, or wedding band.
Only a promise upon our left hand.
We are the widows without rings.
Love stolen by fate.
Widowed in heart
But not in name.
No expression to define our pain.
Left alone on our own.
We are merely the bereaved.
BleedingInk Poetry
©JynxieLynn85 Imagery ©Burak Ulker
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Immortal
You are not gone
And neither have you passed away
Because your memories, evergreen
Feed you life each day.
Memories not black and white
But a golden, pastel array.
Like an 80's film of a father and a daughter
On a clear summer day.
My elation is evident
As I race about and play.
For I bask not in the sun
But in your tender, loving gaze.
With your arms around my shoulders
And a smile on full display
We dance to our secret lullaby,
A father and daughter joining the trees in sway.
These and many more
Are passed with laughter and chardonnay.
A trade by barter with memories as currency
And we keep them on replay.
So that you are not gone
And have not passed away
But immortalised in stone,
Alive in our minds and hearts
And there, you will remain.
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Of all the great things
I've ever wished to know,
Why, when humans die
Do they die so slow?
©crystallong -
bakchod_page
43w
Qurantine
Wait about a time of your life
It's talks about a pandemic
Where the world is mourning
We at our house wish to get relaxed
This is just the same part of it
Where all feel healthy and safe
In the end all the things happen
Are quite the same and sweet
Hope this mother earth
Also get sweet sleep and heal
Get well soon my dear mother earth " I wish"
©bakchod_page -
cassandraamay
47w
Mourning for a Morning
All you saw was the mourning on the morning that you left. And I'm sure those tears were an emotional toll on your new wings as you flew your way up, but believe me, once you reach your lofty pedestal of pastel clouds, painted by the sun itself, you will look back to see nothing but love.
©cassandraamay12 3
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feelingless_soul
49w
Long Distance relationship
The silence between them was far than the distance
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dragoblade007
83w
Thunder pays its respect
As the lighting sings its song.
The flash of its light, a dance of farewell.
Bright for a moment,
Then faded to dark.
The mourning of a family breaks the silence.
Death visits to take a lost soul.
Finality echoes through the household.
©dragoblade007
