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She was locked.
In a room without a door,
With a lock without a key.
She was left with nothing,
But clocks that kept ticking.
The clocks went round,
In never ending loops.
But she's still locked up.
©vina_puth
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vina_puth
7w
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#she #past #present #future #remembrance #oblivion
29 December 2018Remember in oblivion,
The lost days of her future.
Forget in remembrance,
The future of her past.
As the past of her present,
Is her's to seek refuge.
©vina_puth -
Believing in life,
Believing in death,
In dead lives
And lively deaths.
If death is a life saver,
Then she's a believer.
©vina_puth -
She was an escapist.
Went with the wind,
Returned with the storm,
Stronger than a hurricane.
Yet died in the zephyr,
And vanished into thin air.
©vina_puth -
Follow her trail,
Not of stardust,
But of sawdust.
Follow her destiny,
Not to the stars,
But to the dust.
©vina_puth -
vina_puth
13w
In autumn she shall sprout,
As you reap in spring.
In winter she shall melt,
As you freeze in summer.
For she has reversed,
The clock you've set.
©vina_puth -
The genesis and exodus of,
Her plagiarized thoughts,
Made more noise than,
Their plagiarized words.
But it was their words,
That was seen.
Not her thoughts.
©vina_puth -
A midnight mushroom,
A moth at first rain,
A winter flower.
She was nobody,
From nowhere,
Seeking nothing.
©vina_puth -
She wanted to steal time,
Before time stole her.
But she was too late.
When time moved on,
And she didn't,
Time waited for her.
But she never came.
©vina_puth -
vina_puth
15w
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#she #kite #freedom #lost #warmth #sunlight
2 November 2018Free like a kite,
That never was,
She rose higher,
To feel the warmth,
Sunlight blinding her,
Burning her threads.
Free she was at last,
As she was lost.
©vina_puth
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dominansce
1d
Expression
Lovely lovely truly lovely writing really is... Letting inner feelings out are poets biz...
Expressing telling just what our inner feelings are... Owning our own show of which we are the star
Emotions can be a bother be a burden sometines... Which is why i express my emotions with stories and rhymes... Laying them down daily one at a time... The world of mirakee is where my poems are enshrined...
Not all emotions are bad... There happy and loving ones too... Me and you and every other poet have a different poetic point of view... And when our work is appreciated our smiles ensue...
©dominansce -
The sun dipping inside the river
Painting the river in crimson hues
The evening carrying the aroma of memories
The longings inside me calling for a truce.
I had an inkling, a poem will be born tonight
©monikakapur -
Burning bridges maybe a good thing as it lets you get away from the thing. It's permanently gone. But then again you lose the chance to see it a new light. May be second time would have been a charm but you miss it as you hastily burn the bridge.
This may seem comfortable at the moment.But what is comfortable today Is't comfortable tomorrow. So is burning the bridge a good thing or not...
©ritwikaaaa -
Something eternal
A weird inkling trickles down my conscience with each passing moment
What if I never existed?
What if you never existed?
What if we were something beyond existence?
What if we were perpetual?
And I see you tucked in the bed besides me
And I smilingly close my eyes one more time
Thinking about us and our indelible stamp on eternity!
©siddhant_scribbles -
A Dancing Flame
The gleam in her eyes
is but an inkling of the fiery temperament
that burns with enthusiasm in her heart.
Her spirit, a totem of wit, charm and willpower,
stands erect to confront the torrent
of challenges that flood her life.
Earthly elements of modesty and resilience
encompass her, guide her steps
to contribute to a never-ending cycle
of giving and receiving.
When her vivacity is extinguished
by disruptions,
her inner exuberant flame is enough
to rekindle the dying embers.
©once_upon_my_poetry -
Maybe the rose's price was less
But the emotion attached with it
Was definitely priceless.
©the_secret_soul -
Missing
When they find me,
I shall be missing,
A shadow in darkness,
An invisible sign.
I shall not need,
Their envy or pity,
Or the trust of good friends,
I've left behind.
I shall be empty,
Of the sad words that lingered,
The longing for change,
The acceptance of fate,
Their tears won't revive me,
From a perfect, cold slumber,
I will be free from,
The days spent in self hate.
©clifton2 -
and if one day I get lost
I hope
you'll come looking for me
between the verses I left unrhymed
among the melodies I left unsung
for the words I left unspoken
for the love
forbidden,
I hope
you'll come.
©thegarimaarora -
birajv
1d
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White pink blooming buds
Night full of twinkling stars
Fleeting alluring fragrance
Cool breeze caressing fervour
Inveigling mockingbird singing
Bewitched romancing soul
With inkling of your presence
©birajv
18/2/2019 -
tega_benny
1d
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Image Credited: to rightful owner.Nightwalkers
have no inkling
of those paroxysm
only the pen
could discern them
raw.
©tega_benny
