Life is beautiful until you get the things you want...
©solitarygirl_
solitarygirl_
Potery❤️ thoughts and some feelings of broken heart.
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What if I love you?
What if my heart, i give it to you?
What if you break my heart?
What if you break my trust?
What if i feel some kind of pain in chest?
What if my soul wants some rest?
What if you left me alone?
Whay if in the mid of darkness you gone?
What if my heart denies to pump.?
What if I in the battle field left the triumph?
What if......
I always murmur in the dark night after musing such question
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Everybody wants perfection
And I am trying to perfect my imperfect life....
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Some people in my life are fireand
some are Ice❄
And I have to be aware
cause I can be burn by both...
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solitarygirl_ 14w
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^Trust Is a thing which connects two people
But when it breaks, it doesn't break only 2 hearts... It losses the possibility to believe on rest of the people all over the world..
^Never break trust of people
Bcz they won't believe on anyone....
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solitarygirl_ 14w
With the touch of magic
I'll make you laugh
With the touch of magic
I'll die on your behalf
With the touch of magic
I'll slow the time
With the touch of magic
I'll make life to a rhyme
With the touch of magic
I'll spend the moment with you
With the touch of magic
For you I'll go through the woe
With the touch of magic
I'll regain the past
With the touch of magic
I'll get you out from this coffin
With the touch of magic
I'll make you alive
With the touch of magic
I'll kiss you on your forhead
Wit the touch of magic
I'll sle-e-e-e-p-p-p on your lap
Mom...
A child sleeps with these words on his tongue for her mother, who has slept for ever.....
©solitarygirl_
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solitarygirl_ 14w
I love you
I love you
I love the way you love me
You love me meaningless
You love me infinity
You are neither my best friend nor my better half
BUT my parents..
I love you
I love you
I love the way you love me..
You are precious
You are unique
Your smile is like sudden happiness of upcoming spring..
I laugh, you smile
I cry you do the same
You are not my twin but you act as you are..
You always follow my path but you are not shadow
You memories never let me alone in your absence as well..
Coz
I love you
I love you
I love the way love me
©solitarygirl_
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@shriyaselwal @perfectmess @ Frozzen_heart @odysseus #writingcontest #loveLove
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I love the way you loved me that's why
I started loving You
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©solitarygirl_
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aegontargaryen 29w
You could write the night, but we will write the moon.
If you put us in jail, we would jump over the walls and still write.
If you would lodge an FIR against us, we are all set to write about the injustice we are suffering from.
If you murder us, we will come as the ghosts and still write.
We will write mentioning the proofs unveiling the murders you have committed.
You may enjoy jokes sitting in the courts,
But we will ink the walls, and roads about justice we need.
We will speak loud enough so even hearing-impaired ones could hear us.
We will write clear enough so that blind ones could read it.
You could symbolize the black rose, but we will write about the red rose.
If you would oppress us on earth, in the afterlife the just will be done.
We will remember everything. We will not forget it at all.
#kashmirbleeding #soporeKashmir
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fatema153 2w
Its better to
Get lost in
Between the
Pages of book
Where you can
Visit the places
With peace all
Around,
Where you can
Meet the people
With no fear of
Being judged,
Where you can
Feel the love
In its purest
Form.
©fatema153 -
mirakee 5w
Let's make this interesting! Post your comments below about how you'd like 2021 to turn out and what all have you planned for 2021.
Bye bye 2020
So, 2020 is about to come to an end. Are you ready to embrace 2021? Are you wishing for life to magically reset to how it was before 2020 came in?
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mirakee 8w
Although we live in big concrete jungles, this post wants you to take your imagination on a hike deep into the wild. Even though the rainforests cover just under 2 percent of Earth's total area, they are home to 50% of all plant and animal life!
For this post imagine even the most ferocious animals to be friendly to you.
Tag your posts with: #intothejungle #junglevibesInto The Jungle
If you were stranded in a jungle, which group of animals would you choose to survive with? Write a poem about getting lost in the jungle.
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shriyaselwal 14w
With the touch of magic
I would get you back
With the touch of magic
I would sort everything out at the drop of a hat
With the touch of magic
I would make your all issues lack
With the touch of magic
I would go back to the old time and to live that again, will make that moment slack
Now when you are not with me and I miss you a ton
At that time, with the touch of magic
I would remove the separation between us and make you comeback
#mirakee #pod #writingcontest #Shriyaselwal #creativearena @mirakee @writersnetwork @solitarygirl_With the touch of magic
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mirakee 15w
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#writingcontest #creativearenaWrite a creative piece with this first-line writing prompt on Time.
Time plays tricks with us. It speeds up when we want it to go slow and drags on when we wish it was over soon. When we're waiting for something to happen, the time passes in slow motion. But when we are extremely busy, time appears to move more quickly. What would you call it? A matter of perception or an illusion?
Explore your imagination and write a creative piece with this first line writing prompt.
Start with: Tick... tock... tick... tock... time was going so slow. -
Betwixt these tattered pages,
I kept your crimson rose
Which lasted longer
Than our 'forever' love.
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shriyaselwal 15w
Taking tears in eyes, She ran towards terrace and
needed to express her sentiments with a boisterous cry although She covered her face with her hands and sobbed quietly so nobody can listen her.
In dim night, a light appeared to her. She thought that someone has come. She wiped her tears and saw nobody was there aside from light. Moonlight, moonlight appeared when the clouds sorted.
In the dark night when she was forlorn crying in the corner. A moonlit night was silently made her beleive to be there with her to share all her emotions even when no one would be there.
#pod #writingcontest #creativearena #Shriyaselwal @mirakee @writersnetwork @solitarygirl_Moonlit night
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harshad09 15w
@mirakee this , this was a sweet sweet surprise
Thank You Team , my second POD ❣️
@writersnetwork Thank You So Much ♥️,
And Thank You All , kind readings and reposts ♥️.
wandering aimlessly
in forcefully emptied avenues ,
in garden-turned graveyards ,
trying to evade ,
touches ,of corpses of poetry ,
that are decorated neatly
in coffins of words ,
they're oozing odors , strong ,
of frustration ,
and still flaunting ,
newer sunrises , of hope , forlornly ,
I am trying to rediscover ,
some sanity , sublime ,
ghosts of eclipses ,
that are reflections ,
of black holes ,
are carrying pretendence ,
fabricated ,
of being the sources ,
emitting lights , fluorescent ,
but in turn , are radiating out , grays ,
disastrously pathetic ,
grays , that are seductively notorious ,
or notoriously seductive ,
alluring minds ,
by burning , with their heat latent ,
effigies of proses , begrime ,
not that
my words or my worlds ,
either of both ,
is distressed ,
but under these turmoils ,
beneath the debris
of audacious holds ,
my expressiveness
is suppressed ,
fake tantrums of equal rights ,
and the prejudiced echoes ,
of integrities ,
they're leaving
my orbits compressed ,
still ,
I would revolve around
my every star ,
amongst the smells of dead words ,
enjoying the company ,
of eclipsed radiations ,
for , however You hate me
my skill sets ,
are my abilities ,
to excel , in reverse pantomime
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©harshad09 -
mirakee 15w
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#writingcontest #creativearenaWrite an ELFCHEN poem.
Winter...
snow descends...
purity and death...
sublime and angelic juxtaposition...
transfixing
-Seema Tabassum
Elfchen, a German form of poetry, consists of five lines and 11 words.
First line: 1 word, Second line: 2 words
Third line: 3 words, Fourth line: 4 words
Fifth Line: 1 word
First verse gives a noun. This can be an object, a smell, a mood or a theme.
Second verse describes the word from the first verse somewhat more precisely. What makes this word, how is it, or is it not?
In the third verse, the single word from the first line is examined again. We answer the question of where the word is or how the word is.
Fourth verse is about our own thoughts. What do we think about the word from the first line or what do we mean?
Fifth verse forms a summary, answering the question as to what can be the result of the previous questions.
