Mirakee
I beseech thee, brethren
Please read my poems
For in them lies the secret
Of when and why I died.
©michael_writes
michael_writes
my name is Michael, writing is my hobby. I am a black, strong and passionate African who sees the world differently. plus, I'm a foodie. Okay, bye
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In the eyes of yesterday, tomorrow was seen
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If you are not dead, it is not the end
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I am being loved while some wickedness haunts my soul
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If possible then let us love. What is there to lose? At the most, the person might love you in return!
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Break me like a pencil, spare my trust
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Mmirimma
For you are me, and I am you. Your pain, your gain, all I have taken in me... To love and cherish
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Mmirimma
Pride yourself in victory o'er the conquered me, for your love hast overpowered this soldier of time... And quit I have, for the first time since the birth of me.
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michael_writes
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Mmirimma
Like the night thief cometh I, my pink nose of mischief and love, peerest I into thy heart, thy soft orange-bulb like chest welcomes me. And I, like the panther, pounce my claws atop you, in love. Wholly and entirely, giveth I myself to thee.
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50w
inSepArabLe
Her heart was buried in his
And his in hers
And when she seized to be
He became no more
This is the story of their love
Ani Michael. C
The Writers Hub
13-02-2020
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mirakee
49w
Read MoreIt’s time for #FridayFun, people!
Write a piece inspired by this image. It can be a story, a poem, a quote.
Title your piece, tag it with #FridayFun, and share.#FridayFun
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Its tough at times,
You have to chose between your principles and the people you love.
Sometimes the people are not worth principles,
Or at times...
The principles are overpowered by your love towards them..
Chosing wisely is the only option...
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whtnygrdn
60w
Forgive me if I stumble.
I have never walked this path before.
I have always known love to be
an unevenly paved road, a dead end,
a one-way street.
You see, I have only ever been
good at loving what doesn't love me.
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nikhiltalhar
58w
Read MoreI thought you would stay !
@mirakee @readwriteunite @writersnetwork #love #thoughtsMaybe it's not you in the end , maybe it's just me and my shadow , surviving the cold dawns.
But not one day passes without craving sunlight from your heart , thus feeling your presence inside me.
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jamespoetry
90w
The most beautiful poems were written when the eyes of the poets were moist
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There was love
There was lust
But there was no "Us".
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thewandering_vqp
73w
Beautiful Mockery
A beautiful mockery taunting my soul,
Life is a mystery, I'll never know
The truth, the way, the need to breathe,
I need to follow all my dreams
But still it seems I'll never reach
The mountain peak of eternity.
Anxiety is growing slow,
Reminding me of all I know
About my fleshly failing soul,
I need you now, come down below!
Father, father, are you there?
Will you save me, will you spare?
Faith is shrinking down inside
I need escape from this darkest night
Of mine.
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theinkdoe
73w
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sharmee_m
74w
Read More25/08
Oh man, I can't seem to stop writing about writers and writing! Am I out of topics?
��This is for all the writers out here (well, again!) ��
@writerstolli @writersnetwork @writers_paradise @mirakee #pod #writer_wt
P.S.: The restaurant's name was 'Of rhythm and brews' which made me think of writing this.
❤️ Aannnndd thank you WN for the repost. ❤️Yes, I am a writer!
Yes, I am a writer.
I look at the traffic from my car and see the drivers lost in their smartphones while the light is red. And I want to write about slaves tied to their master.
I stargaze and realize how small a part I am in the universe. I want to write about tiny things and the mighty ones; about coexistence, about synchronization.
I read the name of a restaurant and make it the subject of my poesy, I smell a flower in the bush and I want to make it the title of my poem.
Yes, I am a writer and I'm always on the lookout for topics to write on.
I walk out of my daily grocery store and as the grocer smiles at me warmly and puts a small candy in my basket, I want to write about friendship; about unnamed bonds.
I hang up my phone after a 2-hour long call with my 200 kilometres - far best friend at 2 AM, and still want to write her a 2-page long letter ranting about how badly I miss her; about love and longing.
I glance at the clock and think of how circumstantial 'time' actually is! The night is too short for a sound sleep and the day is too long to stay awake. I just feel the need to write an anecdote about myself and time.
Yes, I am a writer and I always relate myself to everything.
I cry on a pillow and write my tragic saga on the walls, I laugh with my family and store the words of ecstasy only in my heart. Oblivious of the evil side of the world, I often unsee the plight of homeless children on the roads and bless the beautiful babies born with a silver spoon. I want to write about every contrasting thing I see and do.
I travel to find inspiration, I observe people to learn, I read books to influence my mind, I listen to the differences in the universe, I constantly feel the need to elevate my vocabulary, my thesaurus, and my rhymes.
The river, breeze, autumn, sunrays, waterfalls, nightingales, kittens, daffodils, cherries, mirth, poverty, birth, death, all seem to talk to me.
Yes, I am a writer and I'm always listening.
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anonymous_pheonix
74w
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As everyone knows, the Amazonia Rainforest is burning constantly from past three weeks and we are totally unaware of this. I just heard about the incident yesterday and thought what if the humans are not living on this planet. Will this occur then?
No, it will never occur then.
We are the creater of our destruction and in this way we will end ourselves soon.
And then again the nature will grow, mother earth will give back her life but without a name called 'human.'
#prayforamazonia ��������
#nature #pod
@writersnetwork @mirakee
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The Lungs are on Fire
©anonymous_phoenix || Rohit Ray ||
Oh mother earth,
Your lungs are on fire,
It's burning constantly from past three weeks
And we become helpless, we can't do anything.
You are our mother,
You take care of us,
You give us a life to live,
But we are selfish,
We hurt you constantly
And bring our own end without knowing the reality.
In the name of civilisation,
We cut your nerves,
We make your other children homeless
In order to reserve a place for us.
Though you forgive us
But the God will not,
He gives you a little pain,
So that you can grow again.
You'll grow again at your own pace,
But this time without the 'humans'
As they are the creater of destruction,
They are the real demons.
23rd August, 2019.
