Mirakee
I spy the silver moon
It shines bright like you
I spy the golden sun
It's warm like you
I spy the blue sky
It's calming like you
I spy with my gleamy eyes
something that pink me up
something that starts in the eyes and ends in the heart...
©nixiefiksi
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The worst part of getting hurt isn't the pain,
but the scars it left behind..
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You hang the rope under the crescent moon
and take me up to the serenity of eve
You whisper a melodious tune
that washed away my grieve
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A bud of wildflower in the prairie
Growing amidst the tall grass
I'll tell the wind to blow gently on you
I'll fly around and sing the hymn of love
I'll ask the stars, the moon and the sun
about the beauty of what you may become
Alas, Fortuna ain't on my side
That my flower withers before it blooms...
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Just like Pandora's box,
the heartstrings of mine hide undesired emotions..
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Born and cursed with the weight of woes placed in the heart
Back is hunched by heavy burdens on the shoulders
Breathing in the thick smoke
Bathing in the tears of misery
A stream of sorrow flowing in the vein
Have been walking on the thorny path
Splashing puddle of blood and sweat
From the birth to the death
Not even a piece of joy fall on the palm
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When the sun rests and the moon comes to reflect sunrays,
I'll sit on the roof, gazing at the stars above..
I'll wonder which star do you become,
I'll wander to all the galaxies to find you..
And I don't mind if I should disappear in the black hole..
Cause dwelling here without you, is like the moon without the sun..
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Same path, different feeling..
Tracking down your trace on every step I take,
But all I get is the fact that you drowned yourself in the mire,
And vanished in the smokey haze under the grey sky..
Now that I stand on the puddle,
With the splash of water on every move,
Recalls the memory of our last dance in the rain..
Suddenly I see, a pair of your favorite sneakers above your shadow which has -
It was a dream that felt so real,
As I could feel your gentle touch
and hear your soothing voice,
Your gaze melted my frozen heart
And for the first time after a long coldness,
I could feel the warmth of joy once more..
But, as the sun rising to end the night,
My dream ended with an aching farewell..
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Humming to myself,
the melody of self love.
Like a magic spell,
Now I walk with pride
embracing my flaws..
©nixiefiksi
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mirakee
6w
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15w
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the_frozenn_heart
15w
Read MoreOn the dreamland of my empty eyes,
stands a charming boy with flaunt so precise,
his sizzling smile fascinates the fireflies,
even make my heart beat the same rhythm twice,
a boy who is my loveliest demise,
melts the iceberg of my poetries in the frozen skies.
His hands held tightly by mine,
fabricates the radiation of sunshine,
hoping someday our hearts would align,
on our palms we'd match each line,
where the beauty of elegance our mortal souls will redefine,
this seraphic Love indeed is divine.
In the chamber of your heart my each breathe aspire,
where our concealed dreams paint the sky sapphire,
his deep read scars blooms the horizons of my desire,
where everyday I wish to ornate myself in the scarlet bridal attire,
then take seven circumambulations prior,
and make immortal vows around the flames of sacred fire.
I wish we share the same shore,
where sadness comes no more,
I wish to dissolve myself in the veil of amour,
where my flaws drowns in the magma of your perfect soul,
I wish to erase all the chords of abhor,
and write on the falling leaves "you are mine and I'm all yours"...
~Purva Dagade
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discoveringself
28w
Her forlorn eyes!
She tried to hide her forlorn eyes,
Behind the garb of her gracious smile,
All to protect,
The pride of her husband,
The happiness of her parents,
The chirpiness of her child!
She hid the countless aspirations she left behind,
To tend to her house to make it a home;
Where her presence mattered but not her voice,
Where despite the family, she felt alone!
She hid the jibes that were hurled at her,
For not being enough in any form;
Where she was provided for but not valued,
When all she needed was a touch, caring and warm!
She hid her truths! her brilliance! her toils!
Behind her docile gracious smile,
But foiled by the sullen forlorn eyes,
that once radiated and mesmerized!
Just to protect
The pride of her husband,
The happiness of her parents,
The chirpiness of her child!
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path_of_life
16w
Allah knows what is the best for you and when it's best for you to have it
©path_of_life -
deepajoshidhawan
16w
Read More#kimo #mirakee
#writersnetwork @writersnetwork
Kimo poems are an Israeli version of haiku. Apparently, there was a need for more syllables in Hebrew. That said, most of the rules are still familiar:
3 lines.
No rhymes.
10 syllables in the first line, 7 in the second, and 6 in the third.
Also, the kimo is focused on a single frozen image (kind of like a snapshot). So it's uncommon to have any movement happening in kimo poems
Those eyes exhibit unsaid miseries
But we fail to feel the pain
As if deaf mute and blind
©deepajoshidhawanThose eyes exhibit unsaid miseries
But we fail to feel the pain
As if deaf mute and blind
©deepajoshidhawan
