Mirakee
Knock Knock
"The juvenescent mind can't comprehend brightly, what lies inside the room that's so other-worldly"
©alxita
#shrouded
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alxita
35w
Read MoreBeware!! This poem is severely littered with surreal words I've just recently known. ��♀️��♀️
-- Knock Knock --
The door's locked, stressing a mountain of thoughts
Figuring out the elusiveness where truth stops
As the door's transgressions deem a top secret
Even the refulgent rays can't pass to where it gets
Impatiently knocking the soullessly callous door
Emitting a caliginous ambience haunting for more
Not a single sweet redolence odorizes the air
Expressing connotations from the darkness' glares
Now, the briquettes' fire burns off in sight
Leaving the oblivion's presence in place, lacking light
The truth will not reveal upon the shadowed eyes
An inane just filled with abysses of disguise
Even the flamboyant polyptychs can't stand a chance
Against the beclouded enigmas lacking exuberance
Upon the fleur-de-lis wallpapers, the petals have died out
In fear of the darkness that will invade them all out
Now, a quadrillion thoughts will still rotate in sync
Around the clueless mind, that can't properly think
What lies beyond the door in such a murky darkness?
Eupeptic moods were all lost in its madness
The juvenescent mind can't comprehend brightly
What lies inside the room that's so other-worldly
Metacognition won't solve, as truth remains secluded
Even panegyric persuasions will just lie, faded
Pedagogues and experts baffled in a surreal mystery
Knocking can't help, the truth remains queried
"Knock, knock; who's there," it's still so puzzling
Voracious thoughts led to a reticent ending
#poetry #surreal #enigma #thoughts #young #youth #comprehend #understand #shrouded #darkness #invisible #obscure #mirakee #alxita_may_twenty
Poem no. 85
May 14, 2020, 9:31 PM (GMT+8)
Fun fact (not really): There is a typhoon, namely "Ambo" that may affect our place by tomorrow or later evening. Hoping that this typhoon won't batter our place that much! ����
Also, I really wanted to post this as this was in my mind for several hours already, so I can't help but write it down. ����❤ -
sharmilajuliet
76w
Read MoreWhile, Walking with a stranger
In the garden full of lilacs,
Floating with the cool breeze
The smell of lilacs try to
Engulf her heart little with
Its fragrence. But, dancing
Memory of the withered flower
Which she preserved in a room
Like treasure, already shrouded
Her heart not leaving a room
For something new to enter.
Image Credit To : it's rightful owner
7th August 2019
#dancing #preserved #room #shrouded #treasure #enter #heart #fragrence #stranger #lilacs #breeze #julietscorner #bluepup #tod_wt #pod #p2h #poem2heart @mirakee @writersnetwork @writerstolli @poem2heartWhile, Walking with a stranger
In the garden full of lilacs,
Floating with the cool breeze
The smell of lilacs try to
Engulf her heart little with
Its fragrance. But, dancing
Memory of the withered flower
Which she preserved in a room
Like treasure, already shrouded
Her heart not leaving a room
For something new to enter.
©sharmilajuliet118 34 40
- sharmilajuliet @once_upon_my_poetry thank you so much for the kind words ❤️
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dishang8614
You have woven it greatly dear
Btw I will correct the word fragrance* - sharmilajuliet @dishang8614 thank you so much for the kind words and your suggestion dear ❤️ correction is done now
- jeuzy3 Beautiful dear
- sharmilajuliet @jeuzy3 thank you so much ❤️
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sharmilajuliet
84w
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#lyric #lyrics #indelible #rain #cry #reason #soul #tears #gift #die #little #pour #shrouded #feelings #sky #vast #scars #pain #wash #dry #away #anyone #find #altogether #bluepup #tod_wt #pod #writerstolli #writersnetwork #mirakee #thewriterstribe #poem2heart #p2h @writerstolli @writersnetwork @mirakee @poem2heart
All I need is a little rain to cry
Shrouded my feelings altogether to die
Pour some rain from the vast sky.
I don't want anyone find my tears that's why
Be the reason which I say
Gift me some of your rain from sky
Let indelible marks from soul wash away
Let my scars and pain to dry
Be the reason which I say.
©sharmilajuliet160 30 41
- feelings_of_thoughts @sharmilajuliet
- amritapaulchowdhury Marvellous
- sharmilajuliet @amritapaulchowdhury thank you so much ❤️
- yamini_poetry wonderful
- sharmilajuliet @yamini_poetry thank you so much dear ❤️
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mkandres
158w
Read More@writersnetwork @readwriteunite #writersnetwork #readwriteunite #fog #prompt #challenge #wordoftheday #waiting #cold #dampness #uneasy #anticipation #lover #fear #God #fading #whisper #shrouded #mystery #love #wind #tremble #fidget #afraid #howl #gasp #wife #cloak #black #husband #misty #white #muffle #screams
F.O.G.
She stood beneath the oak tree, shivering, waiting for him.
The air was still yet full of a cold dampness that made her uneasy. Why? Tiny hairs on the back of her neck stood at attention.
Looking up into the tree’s branches a faint smile played across her lips. She’d met him here, on this very spot. So handsome, so gentle and those piercing gray eyes. She smiled in anticipation of meeting her lover once again.
“Fear of God.”
She turned her head sharply at the fading whisper.
“Who said that?” Her eyes scanned the darkening landscape. “Who’s there? Nico?”
Lucia Cantori pushed a strand of hair behind her ear and watched as the fog rolled in. Shrouded in mystery, just like her Nico.
She didn’t know much about him actually. He was married. He had children. He loved her. She knew this because he told her so.
“Fear of God.”
There it was again. The tone was low. Man? Woman? Or just the wind?
Lucia began to shake, her eyes darting from tree to tree. Faster and faster. She squinted. The fog was making it more difficult to distinguish shapes.
“Fear of God.”
She pulled her cell phone from her coat pocket. She’d been waiting for over an hour.
“Fear of God.”
“Okay, Nico, if that’s you, it’s not funny anymore.” Lucia’s voice trembled as she fidgeted with her hair. “And I’m not afraid of anything.”
The wind howled, nearly knocking the young woman off her feet.
“You will fear me.”
Lucia gasped. She had seen the wife, but only in pictures.
Cloaked in a heavy black material, Gabriella Moreno eyed her husband’s love.
The misty, white fog muffled the screams.
--Melissa Andres
©mkandres -
deepanjalimehra
215w
Read MoreInside- And I'm choking for air,
strangled by these words
pressing their momentous weight on my chest.
I plunge down and down,
the darkness welcoming me.
I can't hear them.
I can't deal with them.
He doesn't know what he's saying,
who he's dealing with- What He's Dealing With.
#pain #heartache #shrouded #despair #disappointment"Do you want me to leave?" , she asks.
"Yes." ,he answers.
"Why?" , she asks again.
"Because I can't make you happy. Look at yourself..." , he says.
I was so into it, and the ending is just