Mirakee
Fear No One
For feeble minds make for weak joints.
Relax your reflexes not.
For then your feet will fail you not.
Remember what I have taught.
For it is naught but a hope.
That more walk upright again.
©gutzwvw
gutzwvw
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A Fools Fool
Don't try and fool me with your fake smile.
I know what you hide behind that tie.
A chest full of power.
That may redress your lover.
But never a fool.
For I am no ones tool.
Your sly grin.
Has filled me to the brim.
Let my blood spill.
For I am Groot.
And your suit is moot.
Let your feet take root.
In the home that is now in route.
To a better place.
Where I am gone.
And you no longer feel scorn.
Right that smile and bear my pride.
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gutzwvw
1w
Gino Ginali
Do you know Sonali?
My old pal from Bengali.
She used to sing such songs. Oh yes!
I beg please listen to a crude boys tongue.
And let her live amongst my pride.
For from her I cannot hide any part of my hide.
Let my heart be striped from my body.
And be made a jewel to her adorn her neck.
There is no keeping me in check.
In days when everyone is checked.
So reflect, consider, comprehend anew.
Renew the bonds of fire.
Let it burn, let the glitches create switches.
Turn your brains on and off.
Then all as one.
Light them up.
And let it burn.
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Most girls these days like choking.
I'm more into baking.
And smoking particularly.
Theres something about the roll.
And the blessed aroma.
Of a fine Virgina.
That will linger.
Until you cling to it.
Like a crutch.
That's got you by the crotch.
Nothing will ever be enough.
I've given up enough.
How can I lose you too.
You comfort me throughout the day.
You paint me shades of grey.
Can I not keep you within the hay.
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gutzwvw
1w
Hues of Colour
Flower in the sound.
Of the gentle breeze.
And the downward rain.
Rainbows reign supreme.
In this life that seems a dream.
One day black, then white, then pink.
What are you to think.
Maybe I am a mink.
Blinking in and out of existence.
Reaching for the distant.
Place of peace.
Where fleece meets skin.
And I and can breathe a clean breath.
Of air so sweet.
I gasp and shudder.
For now I have found my rudder.
The one like no other.
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gutzwvw
1w
Lighthouse
I burn bright and
Shine with might.
Come and see my splendour.
If you dare.
Beware my shore.
For she hugs me tightly.
If you try my waters.
You will be in tatters.
Should you strike my rocks.
Many men have failed.
Only by following my light.
Shall you safely reach home.
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gutzwvw
1w
Philosophy
Let all faiths fear fate.
For with a spin.
The board is realigned.
To a grander design.
Let all creeds cry concurrently.
Cause with a toss.
The game is lost.
And so is Alice.
Let all races ride in the rear.
Roles are a changing.
And the rhythm of new thoughts flow.
So fear not difference or indifference.
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gutzwvw
1w
Please
Hear me out.
I make no sense at times.
I ramble and rumble.
Out thoughts.
That live in my brain.
I dont mean to maime.
Your fame.
All I care for is a reading.
By you of me.
So that I can.
Share a piece of me.
With you.
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gutzwvw
1w
Sway
In my bale of hay.
Straws of thoughts.
All bunched together.
Writhing against one another.
Some long, some short.
All alluding to the.
To the fact that life is quite short.
So sway, I'm saying, sway with the beat.
Of my heart in heat.
For those old streets.
In the depths of my meat.
Let my spirit never sheathe its soul.
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Is it the wind which guides my hand.
Is it the fire which warms me.
Is it the water which quenches my thirst.
Is it the earth which upon I stand.
Or is it the love raised me.
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shreyah
6w
Read MorePreface :
/ I glued the pages, I wrote you in
and I don't remember how my fingers got
stuck in between.
Someone blew the calender,
breaking hearts of a million lovers.
You came in like a December,
changing the winds of all the seasons,
and left just the same. /
Faces are treacherous,
You smiled, I smiled and
The contours (smirked), in background,
changed like the weather,
Just the same.
Colours are not beautiful.
I was taught to find it romantic and
Last I found, it was dangerous,
Just the same.
Heart is a plaything (yea)
You promised me one,
You broke another,
Just the same.
Love is a disorganised feeling,
You kissed me for yet another lifetime and
I watched you leave for a thousand time,
Just the same.
Roses I planted, were colourless.
You craved for sunflowers, I brought you hydrangeas.
Flowers never grew in my garden (you cursed!)
And it happened, just the same.
। Simplest Metaphors :) ।
Exit.
~Shreya~Shreya
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DEATH
I met death the other day
clothed in yellow; glowing skin
promptly she said to go away
but her warm presence drew me in
yes, I met death the other day
pale and sickly; clothed in black
her eyes were hollow - frame too small
the space she took was none at all
there’s nothing sadder than her smile,
we walked together for a while
my hand in hers, our steps in sync
she told me it was time to think
for sometime soon we’d meet again
my life was for her to attain
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queen_butterfly
39w
Ugly (Pretty)
I'm very ugly
So don't try to convince me that
I am a very beautiful person
Because at the end of the day
I hate myself in every single way
And I'm not going to lie to myself by saying
There is beauty inside of me that matters
So rest assured I will remind myself
That I am a worthless,terrible person
And nothing you say will make me believe
I still deserve love
Because no matter what
I am not good enough to be loved
And I am in no position to believe that
Beauty does exist within me
Because whenever I look in the mirror I always think
Am I as ugly as people say?
(Now read bottom-up)
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artemiswrites
7w
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Poems are born out of Disorder and Chaos.
@writersnetwork Thank you so much for the generous repost. ��A river of ink lies still, calm, dark blue and untouched, until
someone plays Stone Skipping
with a
handful of thoughts.
The river is
now
a mess of
chaotic
concentric
circles
The r
iv
er
distintegrates before your eyes
and out of
the debris,
a poem
GLORIOUSLY
makes its presence known.
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whitewings
9w
The printing press is silent,
speaking to me in burnt verses.
A poetry echoes from every grain of ash.
I believe it's a song.
what eventually turns out to be
a belated backlash.
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The Cruel World
How one can be selfish
Is it easy
If easy then answer
Why we get hurt by people with it
Learn how easy
It will become
when with love we give
But how to attempt
Because
Everyone wants something
Difficult to say Thanks
But so easy to take people for granted
Love them they did
without being what you are
People give their orders
Serve them
But don't forget
In this cruel world
return is not found
As
Accepted order
Not help
Did it as a waiter
Because you cannot be their
They want in their need
How to teach to remember who helped?
twists comes
Became the one
with crown of selflessness,
But not adorned being selfish
Thoughts made us
What if they killed us
murders always doesn't need swords
Because after need we are nothing
How tears roll
Small drops
But with deep essence
Everything wanted
But from someone
Its not how the letters inscribed
they described
When they lacked something
Selfish mind doesn't sings
Their happiness matters
Selflessness is cuckoo bird
Here so something dies just for it
Just because somethi g is needed
If never asked
Help is small thing
Do what no one did before
Its a chance
May be something new
learnt what matters
But forget the lesson behind
Never got cursed just seen
blessings of it
And something lacks behind days
Everyone can ask you for it
Do it
may be one
And next is same not one
Something is required
But don't remain same
Clean figure is good
But how let ask ?
Something resembles smile
Share it
Someone lacks it
Still everyone wants something
Selection of gifts
values for selfish
Emotions behind words
are memories for selfless
presence doesn't cost
and
how then always selflessness cost's ?
Everyone wants something
Beacuse are need not wishes -
The Blue moon
The sky blooms.
the Blue moon
is rising.
Wow! he paints
In splendour,
blue and cool
Romancing
lovers hearts
at night's hours
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ABOUT A BOY
by Carolyn Glackin
Oh those reticent predilections
Thereof the vagaries of life
Have led me to be hesitant
So as to bypass undue strife
Perhaps my morbid fascinations
May have left you quite bemused
But you'll not hear me pleading guilty
Although so oft I stand accused
And in the quietude of evening
Before the coming of the dawn
I ruminate on machinations
Left aside for far too long
In a continuum of chaos
In some vortex of your mind
I've been seeking out the answers
But Lord knows, they're hard to find
Yet, there has to be some motive
Some small modicum of truth
Or some underlying reasons
All served up as bitter proof
You've a pocketful of heartache
That you bear with stoic grace
Deftly hidden by the smiles
Always worn upon your face
And though the contrast is alarming
It's quite simple to discern
For those who care to listen
As well as those who care to learn
You see, when laughter comes too quickly
And when smiles are far too free
We must question why that is
Although the answer's clear to me
You've been fighting for survival
And despite your constant grinning
The cross you bear is rather heavy
Thus it's unlikely that you're winning
And yet despite those lousy odds
Still, you forge ahead each day
With a sheer determination
That stays with you, come what may
Yet if you'll allow me to remind you
That hope, though slight, can still be found
In the lair of the dragon
Where we two met, on common ground
And there I learned that though they gather
With steely knives, prepared to feast
They've tried and failed to take you down
Because they just can't kill the beast
Hail and hearty, you remain
Undefeated, you endure
Timeworn and sullied, yes perhaps
Noble and regal, yes for sure
And 'tis I who doth bear witness
To this creature, born of fire
One who's so oft misunderstood
One whom I love, and I admire.
Copyright Carolyn Glackin 11/20/2020
For Charles, the boy who conspires with dragons.
*Title credit: The title "About A Boy," was used in a 2002 comedy/drama film, so I take no credit for it whatsoever.
*Other credits: The words "steely knives," and the line "they just can't kill the beast" have been borrowed from the song "Hotel California," performed by The Eagles, and credited to the following songwriters: Glenn Lewis Frey, Don Felder, and Donald Hugh Henley. All other lines and verses throughout this piece are of my own creation.
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Read More@smita_writes The level of patience that you show towards your relationships is rare❤️✨
The one who chooses to understand the reason behind their actions even after being ill treated by them can't be weak.
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Weaving words
to wonders,
she is knitting
her cardigan of
stories for life time.
©wordslinger
