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tessa_young
18w
Read MoreShe pocketed the moon and stars
for her shine to remain
in all of the darkest days;
She dreamt with her eyes open
for she feared forgetting them
when wide awake;
She carried hurricanes and storms
While residing in their chaos
perfecting the mastery of brave;
Delicate as the moon's light
brighter than the sun's shine,
she was a full bloomed wrecked wild child.
©tessa_young
#crescent #mirakee #readwriteunite #writersnetwork @mirakee @writersnetwork.
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She was not a flower
that would bloom
to please their eyes,
She was a thorn,
meant to bleed them
when they'd hold her back
from soaring high.
©tessa_young -
tessa_young
21w
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And you were just like the moon, so lonely, so full of imperfections. But just like the moon, you shine in times of darkness.
@mirakee @writersnetwork
If you are a moon lover and post quotes/poems about the moon,here in mirakee. Please tag me in your post. I like to read quotes and poems written about the moon.
"Only told the moon
About the way you move"She wished to be
the moon
amongst the scattered stars,
for she never wanted
to be forgotten.
Once broken
but always be remembered
even when waned
and lost.
©tessa_young -
tessa_young
21w
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The sun loved the moon so much that he died every night to let her breathe.
@mirakee @writersnetwork #mirakee #writersnetwork #ceereposts @babygirl7 #17shadesofpainWould it really be wrong if the sun,
Shattered herself into a million pieces
and called them stars,just to lie next to the one who lights her eyes up when the darkness comes.
//The sun and the moon//
©tessa_young -
tessa_young
22w
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I've never felt so loved,
Until I died in my dreams.
Sometimes we understand life
a little too late it seems.
—This poem is written by @_kayquotesofficial
This woman writes way too good. Go and check her works out at @_kayquotesofficial
Like,comment and repost her post.
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@writersnetwork @mirakee @readwriteunite @writerstolli @odysseusfoolish girl.do you not see that he is not your world? He is a moon that revolves around another planet.
©tessa_young -
His laughter made me fall in love with him again.
©tessa_young
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moonlight,
inspires
poetry
©amitsingh_productions
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audsthepoet1
11w
I use to miss you,
Like how the desert missed the rain
Love as hot as the sun,
Scorches the sand
Thirst for you,
How a stranded person be
Now it's as cold as the desert,
At nights.
©Audley Johnson -
She holds her head up high.
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She comes and goes like a snow flake flows.
All she knows is love, shes a gift from above.
She's majestic, she is heart, she's light in the dark. She reminds me life is sweet, when I'm feeling beat in the face of defeat. I breathe in her essence, love is her presence. She is everything I see, she permeated me. -
ak_anjali_daydreamzz
12w
Read More#combine_wt #writerstolli @odysseus
#mirakee #pod #writersnetwork @sumana_chakraborty @the_late_night_tales @an_empathetic_soul_
#julietscorner #yaminiread #ceesreposts
A combination of 3 -
1. Mayhem challenge
2. Complete challenge
3. Find 4 words challenge
•••
Once upon a time there was a girl
Who embraced her wild self with pride
She enjoyed the chaos and mayhem
Which always followed her trail
A playful child she is... Even though
Life itself was her favorite game,
She flirted with death.. They played
A game of hide and seek...
But who is hiding ? Who is seeking ?
No one knew.... The game continued...
When clouds of tranquility covered her,
Thoughts rained in her mind so hard
She took refuge in her pen and paper
She let her feelings overflow... Poetry
Isn't that the exact definition of it ?
She was not a poet... She was a poem !
Was ? Oh ! It's because... She is gone...
Scribbling away her life is what she did
Earned some.. paid the price with her life
A beautiful poem killed herself !
Her last words were not heard
Just like all her words until then
But a kind heart sheltered her soul
She finished her last work and left
The world woke up to her death
A celebration of life... It seems
They mourned her, they partied...
They gifted flowers to her tomb
They didn't know her heart at all
She could see , hear and feel them all
She wished for those flowers when alive
Now she got a tomb full of them !
Epitaph ~ Here lies a loyal soul
Who weaved a million dreams
Who showed the prettiest smile
Who spoke words so sweet
Who always shine so bright
Who never lost hope
Who always wished for peace
Whose only sin was love !
©ak_anjali_daydreamzzA beautiful poem killed herself !
©ak_anjali_daydreamzz -
libertine13
16w
Read More@rashi100108 @athena21 @yaish_ @sakshisah @khushu_
(This poem was actually the first I posted here on Mirakee, but also comes from the "lost notebook" that my recent posts also were written in. Again, these poems are from the darkest period of my life and this particular piece I remember well because it was the ending of an eleven year relationship with a woman I believed I would spend my life with...this was not to be.)the moon, the stars and darkness
there is life outside
the moon
the stars
how long has it been since i have seen you
how long has it been since i have dreamed you
how much the cost
a little taste
during slight stumble
out of grace
down the stairs
to the basement
needle filled debasement
of our love
there is no life inside
only cold and darkness
a place where my heart used to be
©libertine13 -
dumi005
18w
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robwjeter
17w
Read MoreHere we come upon the season of a beautiful harvest.
Let us gather our positive energies that will take our lives to a nirvanas farthest.
To some of us, we consider this a new year.
In a cauldron of a peace, an encouragement I wish to brew.
Here, we have shared our love, our anger, our pain.
To put words on a canvas keeps me from going insane.
We should find the positive in such a negative world.
A harvest of goodness, love, and grace that's to be our superlative.
Let us learn of a true life that you, mam and sir, deserve to be living.
In our deepest nature, aren't we truly giving?
Take a peak outside of that inner tormoil.
Let happiness and joy be our spiritual dinner.
Yes, my friends, let's celebrate a beautiful harvest together.
Knowing that we are not here forever.
My deepest desire are for these words to help.
To see ourselves differently, just to feel anew.
Picture credit to owner. #ceesrepostsCelebration Of A Beautiful Harvest
©robwjeter
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She was like the moon,
Part of her always hidden away.
©re_imagine -
The Sanctuary
The inside of the sanctuary was dusty and filthy.
Boards broken, worn pieces in need of care.
Once noticed you, quickly, spring into action.
Cleaning, fixing repairs, with a determined goal.
One room at a time. It comes back to life.
With joy you rest in knowing that it's new again.
A safe place to run to in the joys and troubles.
This sanctuary is quite the unusual place.
No congregation. No choir. No preacher.
Yet, still a place of refuge and harmony.
That is if you allow it to be.
The sanctuary is you.
©robwjeter
