#scenery

110 posts
  • nora_efe 6w

    Standing on the Pier,
    Overlooking the deep blue waters,
    Everything felt ephemerally blissful,
    The sunset rivalled the days' sunlight at it's peak,
    Even the larks sang a sweet Melody,
    While the waves danced to the music as if it had a prior rehearsal,
    It was a good time to reflect but then again I had been a bit down lately and reflecting could worsen the feeling.
    So instead I focused on being grateful ,
    Being happy to be in this beautiful space at this auspicious hour
    I continued to absorb the view , watching the sun continue its descent.
    While The moon slowly took its place in a somewhat smooth succession and the stars twinkled into view in a decorative way , like an artist in a moment of brilliance had arranged them so,
    The waves gently stilled just as the music slowly came to a halt.
    All became silent,
    And in the beauty of the moment, I realised I was feeling so much lighter and happier.
    Now ,it was time ......
    ©nora_efe

  • ak_anjali_daydreamzz 6w

    #mirakee #writersnetwork @mirakee @writersnetwork
    #pod #aesthethic #scenery #aesthetec #windc
    ALL WRITTEN RIGHTS RESERVED
    10 August 2020 7 pm
    Happy belated birthday loves @love_whispererr @nivey14
    I hope you love the scenery. I didn't choose one but all.
    Fireflies and butterflies
    Sunflowers and roses
    Rain and rainbow

    Scenery

    The dark veil of night stretches for aeons
    Layers of land underneath the thick blanket
    Nocturnal life breathes breaking every norms
    Humming, thudding and roaring from afar
    Listen to the wind swinging through the wild
    The pitch black canvas spots golden lights
    Fireflies gather around the dark deep forest
    A torchlight of hope for when the dawn breaks

    The vast riverside valley and the hill way wide
    Fields of daffodils covers the whole land
    Sweet sunflowers welcome the morning sun
    Golden hues touches the yellow petals awake
    Blossoms smile around the Halo of the dawn
    Buttercups and daisies giggling in the breeze
    A red Sea of poppies and garden full of roses
    Butterflies sipping on the laughter of flowers

    Warmth of nature kisses the cold blue sky
    Blue blushes turn soft grey clouds darker
    Wind whispers how thirsty the land gets often
    The heavens pour down the showers of love
    Rain touches the land, bathes the buds of hope
    From the lakeside willows begin the rainbow bridge
    It arches along the skyway and meets the end of valley
    Rain keeps pouring and nourishing as the rainbow smiles

    ©ak_anjali_daydreamzz

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    Scenery

    Fireflies and butterflies flying
    Sunflowers and roses blooming
    Rain and rainbow smiling

    ©ak_anjali_daydreamzz

  • himayan_writes 9w

    Familiar Strangers

    A room full of people!
    Flashy lights, sparkly clothes,
    A cacophony of chatters which
    sounded like soft murmur
    underneath the deafening music.

    A room full of intoxicated mess
    Some drunk on alcohol while
    Some drunk on love.
    Some high on company while
    Some high on pain.
    Some tripping on the drugs while
    Some tripping on the music!
    A room full of intoxicated mess
    Where few were intoxicated by their happiness.

    All the strange faces that I was waving at as I walk past them!
    All the strange faces that were smiling with you as looked at them!

    With the strangers we were freely mingling, people who we barely knew!
    But the only two who remained strangers to each other were Me and You!
    Because we knew each other all too well...
    Years and years ago!

    ©himayan_writes

  • theunrevealed 10w

    #Alfaaz

    Baatcheet bin baat ke bhi ki jaati hai
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    Aao Karte hai!!

    ©theunrevealed

  • himayan_writes 10w

    Clouded Mysteries

    "He's an arrogant narcissist", they say.
    "Lives his life in an aimless way."
    "He claims to know it all yet he knows no better."
    "He tends to do things that he regrets later."

    The "arrogant narcissist" leans on the parapet.
    Reluctant of opinions, he watches the serene sunset!
    He enjoys the fading golden hue,
    One which only the horizon knew.
    Because the gloomy, grey clouds
    Wrapped over the sky like shrouds.
    And thus hidden behind the dark,
    Lies the colourful, radiant spark.

    Suddenly he finds himself lost in his thoughts.
    Flooded by the mistakes and horrors, he wished he forgot!
    He buries them again in a while.
    Then he whistles with the breeze,
    Sings to the swaying trees.
    Does it all with a smile.

    ©himayan_writes

  • theunrevealed 11w

    #पूछ अपने आप से

    करते तुम कमेंट बिना सोचे समझे लड़की पर, चारा नहीं उसके पास सिवाय बैठने के घर। वो नहीं सुरक्षित, हर नज़र यहां गंदी हैं। घूमो तुम आजाद, बन्द कमरे में जैसे वो बनदी हैं। दौर है नया, नयी बात न करे ये लोग।
    उमर बस बड़ रहीं हैं, अकल पर लगा है लोक। देखते हैं लड़कियों को गंदी आंखो से ये अपनी। दोष देते ये कपड़ों को, पर इज्ज़त किसी की न करनी।
    शर्म करो थोड़ी, निकले हो तुम भी औरत से ही । उसकी कया करे तू बात, जब कचरा हैं तेरा दिमाग़ ही। करती है वो महसूस असुरक्षित तेरे सामने डरती हैं वो, उसको डराया तेरी सोच ने। कपड़े उसके छोटे नहीं, छोटी तेरी सोच है। तु बात करता फ़ालतू, समझ पे तु बोझ है। गलती नहीं उसकी कुछ, दिमाग़ में ये डालदो. सिखाओ अपने लड़को कि, उन्हें अच्छे संस्कार दो। देश तो है आजाद, पर आजादी लड़की को नहीं है. उसकी जिंदगी उसकी है, जो वो कर रही सही है।करके उसका न्यायाधीश तु चैन से सोया है, कभी सोचा तूने उसका दिल कितना रोया है? बनके न्यायाधीश जो चैन से तु सोया है। सिख यही मिली कया तुझे मां-बाप से?
    काम ये सही किया? पूछ अपने आप से।

    ©theunrevealed

  • himayan_writes 11w

    He stood in awe.
    He's flooded in.
    Left there all by himself,
    He's Stranded.

    He watched them leave,
    Flowing past him.
    Watched them and wondered
    What they demanded?

    Wondered why was he Stranded?

    And as the dusk was growing dark,
    As the glowing clouds grew dim,
    He heaved a heavy sigh and wondered,
    Would they forget him?

    ©himayan_writes

  • isha08 12w

    Sunset at the beach

    Ebbing and etching the waves wrote a story,
    Vivid and ethereal,
    They painted a imagery.

    Solitary star twinkled at the end of east,
    Sun at the opposite,
    Ready to hang the curtains.

    Tiny crabs, holding hands went to burrows,
    Romanticism and cynicism,
    With a line thin between.

    The lovers,looking at each other, eyes dreamy,
    Untold talks of life beyond,
    Foresight giving hopes vague.

    Seas getting drenched in the fire of sun,
    Night sky, a picture disparate,
    Holding secrets of ages.
    ©isha08

  • alxita 12w

    Note: Dove's Azure is connected to Story 4-E, or the epilogue of "When The Clouds Cry" Part 1.

    -- Dove's Azure --

    Out of the cages to the azures
    From fetters to ours so pure
    And to the chirrups we'll allure
    Beyond the soil we've endured
    To the rains where we'll inure
    Out of the ways are us impure
    While we're still lightly demure
    To the sunlight which is assured

    While a group flies by the west
    And to our souls that convalesce
    To our deities that're blessed
    Meticulous deeds effloresce
    Our pains may still evanesce
    But only a nickel will acquiesce
    The fact of freedom is a yes
    Finally we'll live to the fullest



    #poetry #equality #unity #freedom #better #dove #sky #scenery #life #azure #beauty #alxita_june_twenty #ceesreposts #pod

    Poem no. 131
    Jun. 30, 2020, 10:21 AM (GMT+8)

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    Dove's Azure

    "Our pains may still evanesce
    But only a nickel will acquiesce
    The fact of freedom is a yes
    Finally we'll live to the fullest"
    ©___alxita

  • alxita 12w

    -- When The Clouds Cry --
    (Story by alxita)

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    *Epilogue*

    // Seven years for Julia to go through; it is such an underrated feat that we casually ignore by as we all grow old. Isn't seven years a long time? Can you breathe exactly the same number of times yesterday? Can you continue so for seven years? //

    (WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 1, 1877)

    A week has passed since the birthday of little Julia, and classes still prevail for the whole school year. Ms. Claudine was deemed as the new principal of the academy. She is also the first female to become the principal of the academy after several decades worth of patriarchal influence upon.

    Ms. Claudine has emerged worthy as for the renewal of a principal. It affects the whole academy! But, Claudine has started to work upon multiple projects and plans to ease the tensions among inequalities in gender views, improving the education system, and many more.

    (At Recess)

    *munching sounds*

    "I feel like.. the school has changed a lot ever since the bad guys left," Julia lowly said.
    "What are you talking about? The school DID change a lot after they have left the school! That's a great feat," Beryl said.
    "Beryl's right!" Yvette said.
    "Yeah.. I just hope more good things come!" Julia replied.
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    -- Dove's Azure --

    Out of the cages to the azures
    From fetters to ours so pure
    And to the chirrups we'll allure
    Beyond the soil we've endured
    To the rains where we'll inure
    Out of the ways are us impure
    While we're still lightly demure
    To the sunlight which is assured

    While a group flies by the west
    And to our souls that convalesce
    To our deities that're blessed
    Meticulous deeds effloresce
    Our pains may still evanesce
    But only a nickel will acquiesce
    The fact of freedom is a yes
    Finally we'll live to the fullest
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    Days flow by again as Julia continues with her education, a better enforced ground than the last principal has ever done. Still, we always enjoy what we all have so far. It's not far away until another obstacle may just block by the winding paths we all are already walking down.
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    #school #life #freedom #better #justice #family #scenery #azure #unity #equality #alxita_stories #alxita_june_twenty #ceesreposts

    Jun. 30, 2020, 10:17 AM (GMT+8)

    I feel a little up today! I know I was absent for a whole day again. Later again, I will surely check out all your wonderful posts guys!

    -- Obsolete statement [This statement is now obsolete starting July 19, 2020] --

    Now, this was a short epilogue just to conclude the story for now. I've decided that the second "season" for this will continue! I may finally post the second part for this about mid-July or earlier, so stay tuned! The chapters will be connected, so part two starts with Chapter 10!
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    A normal poem will be released tomorrow. "Dove's Azure" is released as an individual poem.

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    Story 4-E

    -- When The Clouds Cry --
    *Epilogue*
    ©___alxita

  • alxita 14w

    Note: Weltanschauung is a German word roughly translating to "world perception" of an individual/group.
    This is connected to the storyline (Story 4-2)

    Pronunciation : vel - tan - shau - ung

    -- Weltanschauung --

    Goodbyes and waves be our connection
    While we stay apart, and fates separate
    But still we'll be meeting in our rendition
    Of life's chapters while we're still inchoate

    Across the windows do exhibit its scenery
    A tintinnabulum of the Aubidine Church
    Rings at eight, and the doves fly gracefully
    Above an ethereal landscape in the search

    Sunflowers of yellow, white lilies bright
    Then river flows by the cobblestone bridge
    Beyond our spot, we were oblivious to
    Unknown to the world when we're at the ridge

    Today, we discover a new sense of life
    Adventurously knowing, more, lies ahead
    Beyond our spot, divine blessings are rife
    And genuine be the colors in our heads



    #poetry #scenery #outside #beyond #school #life #direction #thoughts #mirakee #alxita_june_twenty #ceesreposts #pod

    Poem no. 124
    Jun. 21, 2020, 10:28 AM (GMT+8)

    The image here and in the story are the sceneries of Switzerland.

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    Weltanschauung

    "Today, we discover a new sense of life
    Adventurously knowing, more, lies ahead
    Beyond our spot, divine blessings are rife
    And genuine be the colors in our heads"
    ©___alxita

  • alxita 14w

    -- When The Clouds Cry --
    (Story by alxita)

    (Please read the story in chronological order! Anddd Happy Father's Day to all the fathers out there! ��)

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    *Chapter 2 : Outside The Bubble*

    It is Monday, 18th of June 1877. Julia wakes up as blissful as she is, radiating passion as she soon will go outside from what is considered her "bubble".

    "Yeyyyy!! I wanna go to school! Mommy and Daddy will be so proud," little Julia says enthusiastically. She just goes by the window and waves the landscape with a greeting! Winds blow by her as a sign of welcome. Katherine calls Julia for breakfast. This time, the breakfast served was full of carbohydrates so that she can get energized and active!

    Jefferson was still asleep though. Julia thought that he may be missing out on the very exciting day! So, she moderately knocks the door. "Jeff!!! It's a special day today! Wake up brother!", she said with utter fervor.
    "Sisss.. S-still sleeping…. Ya know? Five more minutes," Jefferson replied, still drowsy and dreamy. Julia frowned in a cute way, so she passed on.

    It is now 7:40 AM. The kids are then ready with their uniforms on, teeth pure white, hair carefully fixed, and carrying are their hopes and guts!
    "Dear, I'll just assist the kids down the road for their bus!", Katherine articulated. "You can go on! I'll just flow through some newspaper for now", George replied while being focused over "The Sobrivian Times" with the latest issues released by the owner company.

    "Okay kids!! Really ready for school?"
    "Yess maa!! Ready!"
    "Okay then! The bus is almost there"

    *Engine starts again* *Bus starts moving*
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    -- Weltanschauung --

    Goodbyes and waves be our connection
    While we stay apart, and fates separate
    But still we'll be meeting in our rendition
    Of life's chapters while we're still inchoate

    Across the windows do exhibit its scenery
    A tintinnabulum of the Aubidine Church
    Rings at eight, and the doves fly gracefully
    Above an ethereal landscape in the search

    Sunflowers of yellow, white lilies bright
    Then river flows by the cobblestone bridge
    Beyond our spot, we were oblivious to
    Unknown to the world when we're at the ridge

    Today, we discover a new sense of life
    Adventurously knowing, more, lies ahead
    Beyond our spot, divine blessings are rife
    And genuine be the colors in our heads
    --

    A kid tapped at Julia's shoulder, and asked, "Hey… Are you new here?"
    "Ohh.. yes. I am new here!"
    "Great. Do you wanna be friends? You know! So we can be... um- safe around here?"
    "Hmmm… Okiee! What is your name?"
    "Yvette.. You?"
    "I'm Julia. Nice to meet you!"

    There they are! At EVES. The school was fairly old, but it still maintains its glamour with its big garden, as if the bushes formed a labyrinth all over! Then, they take their first step towards the small stairway, leading to an entrance, welcoming them a new atmosphere.

    // The clouds still move forward along the winds. We move along with life, if not, we're not human. Clouds do shape, just like our emotions, but still they are clouds, just like us being all human. //
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    #story #life #home #morning #day #school #elementary #bus #scenery #alxita_stories #alxita_june_twenty #ceesreposts #pod

    Jun. 21, 2020, 10:23 AM (GMT+8)

    Aubidine Church is merely another fancy made-up name for the church in Emerald Valley. What do you think about Yvette as well? A well-suited best friend of Julia perhaps?

    Next chapter tomorrow! "Weltanschauung" is released also as a separate poem.

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    Story 4-2

    -- When The Clouds Cry --
    *Outside The Bubble*
    ©___alxita

  • alxita 17w

    Note: This is a revised poem written on Feb. 21, 2020.

    -- Windy Day --

    The virescent area, blank of civilization
    An old, wooden house stands in the dormant glade
    The accompanying wind blows its susurrations
    Along the waters with the lily pads that wade

    Warm days greet the house with a good morning
    A glimmering morning to thaw the cold of the night
    Sunlight sweeps away the darkness while we're adoring
    The sceneries encompassing the innocent lands

    There, the flowers and trees synchronizing in the breeze
    The sweetest zephyrs that still never cease
    And the house with its emptiness stands still
    Lying undisturbed as the winds continue its deep shrills



    #poetry #nature #scenery #landscape #grass #trees #sunlight #house #home #empty #water #flowers #warmth #mirakee #life #alxita_may_twenty

    Poem no. 98
    May 25, 2020, 10:25 AM (GMT+8)

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    Windy Day

    "And the house with its emptiness stands still
    Lying undisturbed as the winds continue its deep shrills"
    ©alxita

  • tamanna3 19w

    *

    Opened my hand,
    To let in;
    The rainbow of colors;
    Reviving my dead soul.

    Held it within,
    To immerse myself into creating;
    The scenery in my mind;
    Thus, filling my empty canvas whole.
    ©tamanna3

  • judinbthomas 20w

    Breathing in Nature

    The enchanting land awakened me with its scented air
    As if to awaken me into an all new level of awareness
    The echoing breeze had a tale to tell
    Which I could relive in my memories for times to come
    It felt as if the hills were sentient
    They sent down the mist to welcome me
    The flowers illuminated bright
    A view which seeped through my eyes into my soul
    A rejuvenating energy gushed through my body
    Now mindful and in complete synchrony with the creator's symphony
    The never ending nostalgia of this tale, I was ought to tell.

    ©judinbthomas

  • jenny_kink 22w

    Waves of sex
    Come crashing at my feet
    I look at you while
    I stand
    In front of this full moon
    A moon full of me
    And my desires
    The ones I wish to
    Manifest when you are near
    I stand here, readily
    Waiting for you to seduce
    Me with your deep
    Carnal stare
    You should really learn to
    Be more possessive
    Take. What’s. Yours.

  • branthipennu 22w

    SCENERY

    A Cafeteria...
    Lone girl...
    Tea and Book...
    A Perfect Backdrop...!
    @bhranthipennu

  • someone_quiet 30w

    #pod #readwriteunite #writersnetwork #description #descriptive #scenery

    The roofs were slick with rainwater.
    I clung to the crevasses and prayed that the torrential rain would cease soon.
    It didn't.
    If anything, it got harder, spitting in the face of my hopes.
    I was perched on the edge of a tiny windowsill, barely big enough for my toes to cling to. I tightened my grip on the drain pipe, and got ready for the falling sensation. Without giving myself time to think about backing out (like a sane human being would) I jumped off the sill and threw myself forwards, using my hand on the pipe as leverage until I knew I could make it.
    I let go.
    I fell.
    But only a little.
    I caught the rope I'd left out here - tied around a chimney pot - so I could come back. After all these years, the rope still held.
    I smiled to myself, even though I was freezing cold and soaked to the skin. I hauled myself up the rope, only stopping when I reached the highest rooftop. I climbed over the lip of the roof, and only then did I let go of the rope.
    I sat there for a moment and just breathed. I'd made it.
    I looked up at the sky and smiled. The stars were barely visible for all the clouds, but I was sure I could see a few peeking out at me. I always felt small when looking at the stars. Was always reminded how tiny I was compared to the rest of the universe. And it comforted me, somewhat.
    That no matter what happened, the world wouldn't fall appart. Not truly.
    It was far too big for that to happen.
    The rain started to calm a little, and I sighed with relief. Thank the Gods.
    I heard the flap of wings behind me, and I turned to face the disturbance. I grinned. It was my disturbance.
    A crow, quite small, quite grey in the wings, was perching on an uneven patch on the roof. It looked at me, head cocked to one side, as if questioning why I was here. Why I was taking up too much of his roof.
    I looked at him for a long moment, while he made sure it was me. His eyesight was going slightly. He was much more cautious than he used to be. Soot used to be much more adventurous.
    I'd never touched him. That's a common mistake people make while in the presence of wild animals. They instantly reach out to touch them. The best thing to do - as I found out with Soot - is to become invisible. Just sit quietly, so that you're nothing more than a piece of scenery.
    Sometimes a piece of moving scenery.
    I stood up slowly, making sure my legs could take my weight and balance at the same time. I looked towards my favourite steeple; towering above the other rooftops of the university buildings.
    I looked down at Soot, and, somehow, even as a crow, he gave me a knowing look.
    I ran towards my steeple; leaping over gaps between the roofs like they weren't even there; dodging past chimney pots; avoiding slippy tiles.
    I slipped into a trance. I didn't care anymore. I stopped fearing falling. I just flew across the rooftops, throwing my fear into the sky, and just running. Running. Running. Running. Running.
    With Soot flying above me and the traffic roaring below me, I ceased to care. I just flew. And flew. And flew. And flew. And flew.

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    Rooftops

    ©someone_quiet

  • panchatatva 30w

    T W I L I G H T

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    On The Twilight Sands Of Summer, I Met The Ocean's Soul
    - Angie Weiland Crosby

  • panchatatva 30w

    V E N U S

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    The Absence Of Him Is Everywhere I Look . . .