#review #phoenix #poetry #butterfly #pain
Flowing water never stagnates.
Life gifts you disappointments bcoz when u r satisfied u stagnate.
Accept pain of disappointment. Don't resist pain. Let the pain sink into your veins.
Let the pain shake u, distract u, disturb u, unsettle u, destroy ur old self.
Let the pain of disappointment when ur expectations are shattered surround u like 'cocoon'.
From this 'cocoon' u will come out like beautiful 'butterfly'.
Flowing water never stagnates.
Life gifts you disappointments bcoz when u r satisfied u stagnate.
Accept pain of disappointment. Don't resist pain. Let the pain sink into your veins.
Let the pain shake u, distract u, disturb u, unsettle u, destroy ur old self.
Let the pain of disappointment when ur expectations are shattered surround u like 'cocoon'.
From this 'cocoon' u will come out like beautiful 'butterfly'.
/Maybe somewhere in another world you still sing me Pal Pal Dil ke Paas by Kishore Kumar on intoxicated nights and maybe we still dance to it like an 80s couple madly in love./
Woke up with daze.
The red wine from last night still
on its taste.
Looking out at the still drenched window,
And at the clouds outcast upon like it will rain soon
maybe just wanting to hold a little longer,
I wonder, if there's a parallel world where it's raining and we held a little longer..
And maybe a little tighter?
I unlock my phone and look for that secret folder on my phone vault
that holds a little more than memories
And just a little less than an eternity.
and browse.
Found us in the rain
My heart breaks for the millionth time
as I look at me in your hoodie..
And your shoulders, all droopy
And more than I could see, I can hear you singing to me James Arthur's
Say You won't let go
On the best of chords
And maybe in another parallel world it's raining and I wonder if there, you chose to let go
My brain drowns out by what ifs
Screaming maybe somewhere in another world you still sing me Pal Pal Dil ke Paas by Kishore Kumar on intoxicated nights and maybe we still dance to it like an 80s couple madly in love.
Or maybe somewhere in another universe it's raining and we're at our favourite cafe again talking about the brew and maybe a thing or two
And you take my hand in yours
I wonder if all this could be true
Or is this just how our story ends?
When it starts to rain with windows splattering again on the highest
And I end up here, with empty hands
#sam #review
Woke up with daze.
The red wine from last night still
on its taste.
Looking out at the still drenched window,
And at the clouds outcast upon like it will rain soon
maybe just wanting to hold a little longer,
I wonder, if there's a parallel world where it's raining and we held a little longer..
And maybe a little tighter?
I unlock my phone and look for that secret folder on my phone vault
that holds a little more than memories
And just a little less than an eternity.
and browse.
Found us in the rain
My heart breaks for the millionth time
as I look at me in your hoodie..
And your shoulders, all droopy
And more than I could see, I can hear you singing to me James Arthur's
Say You won't let go
On the best of chords
And maybe in another parallel world it's raining and I wonder if there, you chose to let go
My brain drowns out by what ifs
Screaming maybe somewhere in another world you still sing me Pal Pal Dil ke Paas by Kishore Kumar on intoxicated nights and maybe we still dance to it like an 80s couple madly in love.
Or maybe somewhere in another universe it's raining and we're at our favourite cafe again talking about the brew and maybe a thing or two
And you take my hand in yours
I wonder if all this could be true
Or is this just how our story ends?
When it starts to rain with windows splattering again on the highest
And I end up here, with empty hands
#sam #review
I live in a world were the sun rules over all
Huum! Haa! rules over all
He'll give you his mark just right after you are born
Huum! Haa! right after you are born
His mark is like lava he'll send it deep down your gall
Huum! Haa! deep down your gall
I live in a world were the sun rules day and night
Huum! Haa! rules day and night
He'll take the moon's glory he won't even let it a smile
Huum! Haa! let it a smile
He scorched the trees and mountains with his too much light
Huum! Haa! his too much light
Grow tall to me and take more food, he told the trees
Huum! Haa! he told the trees
And to the mountains, he said come to me and I'll give you lava for free
Huum! Haa! lava for free.
#prompt #Tohr #poetry?
#Writing about the sun as though I hate it
#review
Huum! Haa! rules over all
He'll give you his mark just right after you are born
Huum! Haa! right after you are born
His mark is like lava he'll send it deep down your gall
Huum! Haa! deep down your gall
I live in a world were the sun rules day and night
Huum! Haa! rules day and night
He'll take the moon's glory he won't even let it a smile
Huum! Haa! let it a smile
He scorched the trees and mountains with his too much light
Huum! Haa! his too much light
Grow tall to me and take more food, he told the trees
Huum! Haa! he told the trees
And to the mountains, he said come to me and I'll give you lava for free
Huum! Haa! lava for free.
#prompt #Tohr #poetry?
#Writing about the sun as though I hate it
#review
The Breaking of a Bond
The moon is my witness, I loved you since that first night. Our young souls came together. It felt just right. Like any other young love, the periphescence was magical. The mystery of love was unraveling before our eyes.
I never thought love could feel this good. It was the best feeling ever felt. All the goodness of life felt in one moment. When we were together.
I had one wish. That it could go on forever. That the sun would rise to give it's warm glow to this bond. That it's radiance would give a breath of life and strengthen our love.
When facing the future, a man can only hope. And hope I did. But nothing could have prepared me for the darkness that followed.
Days came and went, but all my heart could see was black. My heart felt suffocated. Tired of giving and never getting. This love had turned into a nightmare.
A wounded heart will wander in search of peace. Look for light at the end of the tunnel. Long for the warmth of the sun. I could not take this any longer. Though painful to bear, this love had come to an end.
It was a long lonely night after we broke up. My heart danced in joy. It was free. It glowed in it's new lightness, the burden had been lifted. It had found the sun. Tears rolled down my cheeks freely. I did not care. It was dawn already. The sun would rise soon. I would look up to it and let it's warm hand dry my tears.
#Rocky #Review #prompt
Wrote a story, not a poem. Tell me what you think guys
The moon is my witness, I loved you since that first night. Our young souls came together. It felt just right. Like any other young love, the periphescence was magical. The mystery of love was unraveling before our eyes.
I never thought love could feel this good. It was the best feeling ever felt. All the goodness of life felt in one moment. When we were together.
I had one wish. That it could go on forever. That the sun would rise to give it's warm glow to this bond. That it's radiance would give a breath of life and strengthen our love.
When facing the future, a man can only hope. And hope I did. But nothing could have prepared me for the darkness that followed.
Days came and went, but all my heart could see was black. My heart felt suffocated. Tired of giving and never getting. This love had turned into a nightmare.
A wounded heart will wander in search of peace. Look for light at the end of the tunnel. Long for the warmth of the sun. I could not take this any longer. Though painful to bear, this love had come to an end.
It was a long lonely night after we broke up. My heart danced in joy. It was free. It glowed in it's new lightness, the burden had been lifted. It had found the sun. Tears rolled down my cheeks freely. I did not care. It was dawn already. The sun would rise soon. I would look up to it and let it's warm hand dry my tears.
#Rocky #Review #prompt
Wrote a story, not a poem. Tell me what you think guys
#review #phoenix #you_are_valuable
Don't carry the label others tagged you
Realize your potential and create your own brand.
Don't carry the label others tagged you
Realize your potential and create your own brand.
Oh my pretty doll!
Are your toes sore? Are you on the edge of shattering?
Then let me drug away your pain with a smile of mine.
Are you flickering back to life? Are you craving liberty again?
Then let me steal away your breaths with a bite of the moon.
My pretty fragile doll, you can't stop dancing for me now.
#review #Noob #prose
Are your toes sore? Are you on the edge of shattering?
Then let me drug away your pain with a smile of mine.
Are you flickering back to life? Are you craving liberty again?
Then let me steal away your breaths with a bite of the moon.
My pretty fragile doll, you can't stop dancing for me now.
#review #Noob #prose
#review #phoenix #poetry #love
The Night stays awake for the morning with which it can never stay together.
Will it's love remain a 'day dream' forever?
But still how silently night waits to see the shining beautiful day,even though it knows the day's beginning is night's end.
Isn't this love in it's purest form!!
The Night stays awake for the morning with which it can never stay together.
Will it's love remain a 'day dream' forever?
But still how silently night waits to see the shining beautiful day,even though it knows the day's beginning is night's end.
Isn't this love in it's purest form!!
THIS THING CALLED LOVE
This thing called love!
An intriguing emotions it instill,
Conjuring subtle feelings there within,
Placing someone's memory in the heart,
As loud silent voice whisper pass the ears
Like a flowing stream.
This thing called love!
Overwhelming passion it evokes
With blooming love at its peak,
Flowing beyond its letters
That cannot be caught,
Buried in the grave of the heart,
Yet, alive!
Falling in love with love;
When the stars shine on so bright,
Now in a gleaming light,
Emotions ripple in pond,
Love impregnate the heart,
Birthing feelings with no explanation.
Love, a coin in the fountain,
Night sky that has more stars,
Beautiful imagery blooming from fantasy,
Engraving in the heart the scene of morrow,
Raising wishes to the cloud
Yet, the end unclear like a myopic eyes.
As light slide through the cracks of the day,
Candle light waves a melody of bliss,
A majestic song sings from the heart,
Crowning the night with a soulful kiss,
With secrets within, the love impacts.
This thing called love!
Oh! Perfect sublime
Imperfect we are
Yet, love encompassing,
Injecting us with endurance,
Treating our heart-hole of hatred.
This thing called love!
#review
This thing called love!
An intriguing emotions it instill,
Conjuring subtle feelings there within,
Placing someone's memory in the heart,
As loud silent voice whisper pass the ears
Like a flowing stream.
This thing called love!
Overwhelming passion it evokes
With blooming love at its peak,
Flowing beyond its letters
That cannot be caught,
Buried in the grave of the heart,
Yet, alive!
Falling in love with love;
When the stars shine on so bright,
Now in a gleaming light,
Emotions ripple in pond,
Love impregnate the heart,
Birthing feelings with no explanation.
Love, a coin in the fountain,
Night sky that has more stars,
Beautiful imagery blooming from fantasy,
Engraving in the heart the scene of morrow,
Raising wishes to the cloud
Yet, the end unclear like a myopic eyes.
As light slide through the cracks of the day,
Candle light waves a melody of bliss,
A majestic song sings from the heart,
Crowning the night with a soulful kiss,
With secrets within, the love impacts.
This thing called love!
Oh! Perfect sublime
Imperfect we are
Yet, love encompassing,
Injecting us with endurance,
Treating our heart-hole of hatred.
This thing called love!
#review
THE POET AND THE PATRIOT
Who is that?
I suppose none but
The dreaded, Ill-famed patriot
Reciting behind the pebble stones,
Adorned with a beautiful dress
Is a scrupulous poetess
She throws of words,
a pointed crest
That hit the patriot on the chest
He shudders at that costly show
While the poetess glows out in the snow
His path overshadowed
with petals of rose;
embellished with a thousand vows
That sound in the distance, had everything done
The bullet hit him from the pistol gun
A thousand poems and eulogies written for the patriot
While his honoured body laid forever in the mud.
This piece was inspired by The Patriot by Robert Browning
#couplets #review #sam
Who is that?
I suppose none but
The dreaded, Ill-famed patriot
Reciting behind the pebble stones,
Adorned with a beautiful dress
Is a scrupulous poetess
She throws of words,
a pointed crest
That hit the patriot on the chest
He shudders at that costly show
While the poetess glows out in the snow
His path overshadowed
with petals of rose;
embellished with a thousand vows
That sound in the distance, had everything done
The bullet hit him from the pistol gun
A thousand poems and eulogies written for the patriot
While his honoured body laid forever in the mud.
This piece was inspired by The Patriot by Robert Browning
#couplets #review #sam
The Assassin and the Pin of Velleity
Chapter one (part 2)
The man searching for the pin finally finds it as his hand brushes over Hitori's chest. As he touches it Hitori's eyelids open to an enormous extent almost risking his eyeballs to fall out. Hitori's grip on the man's hand, who is holding pillow down on his face tightens, the man stops pressuring the pillow as the vice-like grip on his hands almost stops all the blood flow in his palms. He jerks away from Hitori, a certain fear filling up his heart. Hitori sits up straight, his unseeing eyes staring right at him, the man starts quaking in his boots. The other two men look at each other bewildered at what had just happened but they need the pin and the boy should die, so the tallest one takes a few strides, a knife in his hand, he wanted to keep it a bloodless murder but now that the boy is still alive he has no options.
Hitori is still sitting in his bed, defenseless. He is not making any attempt to run away or call for his mom, he is not even scared anymore. The room is still too dark for the three men to have a look into Hitori's eyes because if they could see the sinister look in those white eyes they would have run away to save their own lives.
The tall man raises the knife above his head and brings it down with full power over Hitori, he'd be dead in one slash, the man decides but to his surprise and dismay Hitori stops him by holding his hand right before the knife could draw blood from his skin. Then Hitori cocks his head to one side like a mad man and suddenly the whole room starts floating.
Frightened by the sudden turn of events the other two men start flying around the room searching for an exit but there is no exit. No door, no window, not even a hole to peep out. They can't keep their silence anymore, 'where is the door?' one of them asks in a shivering voice but the others couldn't reply, their voices seemed to have died in their throat. Their hearts race, it's utterly silent here, the only sound they could hear is the thumping of their heart inside their head and the sound of their ragged breathing. The man with the knife struggles to free himself of the boy's grip but a hand shoots up to his neck and squeezes it as easily as if it were a ketchup bottle in a restaurant, the bones inside his neck turn to powder and only a squeezed tube-like shape is left where his neck used to be a few seconds ago, he dies wide-eyed.
Seeing this makes the other two gag and scream at the same time, they run and run and run but it felt to them like they were running on a treadmill because they reached nowhere in the pitch dark. Hitori throws his legs over the bed and stands up on his feet, a gentle smile playing on his parched lips. Then he walks towards the remaining two. He catches the one who was holding down his legs and grabs his face then crushes it in his soft boyish hands spilling a great amount of blood all over the place.
Author's note: Again the word limit thwarted my plans so here is another instalment of chapter one.
#review #story #tm
Chapter one (part 2)
The man searching for the pin finally finds it as his hand brushes over Hitori's chest. As he touches it Hitori's eyelids open to an enormous extent almost risking his eyeballs to fall out. Hitori's grip on the man's hand, who is holding pillow down on his face tightens, the man stops pressuring the pillow as the vice-like grip on his hands almost stops all the blood flow in his palms. He jerks away from Hitori, a certain fear filling up his heart. Hitori sits up straight, his unseeing eyes staring right at him, the man starts quaking in his boots. The other two men look at each other bewildered at what had just happened but they need the pin and the boy should die, so the tallest one takes a few strides, a knife in his hand, he wanted to keep it a bloodless murder but now that the boy is still alive he has no options.
Hitori is still sitting in his bed, defenseless. He is not making any attempt to run away or call for his mom, he is not even scared anymore. The room is still too dark for the three men to have a look into Hitori's eyes because if they could see the sinister look in those white eyes they would have run away to save their own lives.
The tall man raises the knife above his head and brings it down with full power over Hitori, he'd be dead in one slash, the man decides but to his surprise and dismay Hitori stops him by holding his hand right before the knife could draw blood from his skin. Then Hitori cocks his head to one side like a mad man and suddenly the whole room starts floating.
Frightened by the sudden turn of events the other two men start flying around the room searching for an exit but there is no exit. No door, no window, not even a hole to peep out. They can't keep their silence anymore, 'where is the door?' one of them asks in a shivering voice but the others couldn't reply, their voices seemed to have died in their throat. Their hearts race, it's utterly silent here, the only sound they could hear is the thumping of their heart inside their head and the sound of their ragged breathing. The man with the knife struggles to free himself of the boy's grip but a hand shoots up to his neck and squeezes it as easily as if it were a ketchup bottle in a restaurant, the bones inside his neck turn to powder and only a squeezed tube-like shape is left where his neck used to be a few seconds ago, he dies wide-eyed.
Seeing this makes the other two gag and scream at the same time, they run and run and run but it felt to them like they were running on a treadmill because they reached nowhere in the pitch dark. Hitori throws his legs over the bed and stands up on his feet, a gentle smile playing on his parched lips. Then he walks towards the remaining two. He catches the one who was holding down his legs and grabs his face then crushes it in his soft boyish hands spilling a great amount of blood all over the place.
Author's note: Again the word limit thwarted my plans so here is another instalment of chapter one.
#review #story #tm
Lazy day
Dreary air, lazy juice
Out I am, yet nothing to do
Scratchy head, lousy mind
Yawning I am, falling again.
#tejaskhurana #review #lazypoetry
Dreary air, lazy juice
Out I am, yet nothing to do
Scratchy head, lousy mind
Yawning I am, falling again.
#tejaskhurana #review #lazypoetry
Bound by the shackles
Of life,
Courage we need
To pass the Gates of Fire!
Bound by the values
Bestowed upon,
Goals we should achieve
With the Wings of Fire!
Bound by the wisdom
Of humanity,
Benevolence we need
To live with the Grace of Fire!
Bound by the love
Enriched on us,
Extent reached for their haven
By showering the Rains of Fire!
Raining Fire
#suan
#review
#poem
Authors note:
One of my old poems again. I guess this was my first writeup I wrote after joining this group. This poem tells how we need to handle different phases of life and instances.
Of life,
Courage we need
To pass the Gates of Fire!
Bound by the values
Bestowed upon,
Goals we should achieve
With the Wings of Fire!
Bound by the wisdom
Of humanity,
Benevolence we need
To live with the Grace of Fire!
Bound by the love
Enriched on us,
Extent reached for their haven
By showering the Rains of Fire!
Raining Fire
#suan
#review
#poem
Authors note:
One of my old poems again. I guess this was my first writeup I wrote after joining this group. This poem tells how we need to handle different phases of life and instances.
H u n g e R
How to hold thy pleasure on a bare skinny hand,
the immigrant thought first,
after seeing the piece of bread Loaf.
though the intimidating hunger,
inside a long empty stomach,
was fighting with the mind the humanity was yet
not ready to grab that bread.
seeing the usual poverty happening
the policeman ordered him
to eat the loaf of bread.
But then also he hesitated a bit to eat
before the statemate of him
who still looking towards
the bread on the Footpath:)
#review
#story
#sb
How to hold thy pleasure on a bare skinny hand,
the immigrant thought first,
after seeing the piece of bread Loaf.
though the intimidating hunger,
inside a long empty stomach,
was fighting with the mind the humanity was yet
not ready to grab that bread.
seeing the usual poverty happening
the policeman ordered him
to eat the loaf of bread.
But then also he hesitated a bit to eat
before the statemate of him
who still looking towards
the bread on the Footpath:)
#review
#story
#sb
softLovë:)
with all the emotions and feelings,
I have in my heart
I wanna welcome you
to our love world.
with the sweet memories and moments that we both created, on the seashore
I wanna remind you
while being ready to go to the
late night sleep.
with the live witnessing proofs
of togetherness on the Highway
of Amsterdam,
I wanna let you feel me ❤️
deep inside of your own soft thoughts.
#review
#sb
with all the emotions and feelings,
I have in my heart
I wanna welcome you
to our love world.
with the sweet memories and moments that we both created, on the seashore
I wanna remind you
while being ready to go to the
late night sleep.
with the live witnessing proofs
of togetherness on the Highway
of Amsterdam,
I wanna let you feel me ❤️
deep inside of your own soft thoughts.
#review
#sb
Dwelledinwords:
Poetry ♥️
For me-
Poetry is music,
And words are the beats,
On which my heart dance like a kid.
Poetry is Words from the soul to the soul,
Irrespective of the gender or the caste or the religion in which they grow.
Poetry is a feeling,
Language is just a standard,
To communicate with the restless hearts,
Wandering in the search of peace.
Poetry is a glass of wine,
With every sip, I take out the trauma from the distressed mind.
With each sip I take, it solaces my psyche.
Poetry is all of me filled with words,
It's the expression of my heart in those pieces and verse.
It's just like the blood running through my body,
Just the difference is- it bleeds on the piece of paper irrespective of the colour of its ink.
- Aakanksha
#dwelledinwods #poetry #poem
#review
@Dwelledinwords
Poetry ♥️
For me-
Poetry is music,
And words are the beats,
On which my heart dance like a kid.
Poetry is Words from the soul to the soul,
Irrespective of the gender or the caste or the religion in which they grow.
Poetry is a feeling,
Language is just a standard,
To communicate with the restless hearts,
Wandering in the search of peace.
Poetry is a glass of wine,
With every sip, I take out the trauma from the distressed mind.
With each sip I take, it solaces my psyche.
Poetry is all of me filled with words,
It's the expression of my heart in those pieces and verse.
It's just like the blood running through my body,
Just the difference is- it bleeds on the piece of paper irrespective of the colour of its ink.
- Aakanksha
#dwelledinwods #poetry #poem
#review
@Dwelledinwords
When was it?
Thank God - for the blessed child
Glory and life - for she is my Knight
Her dad's first love
Her father's treasure
God gave us a child
And i call her my daughter
When was it?
My girl got raped
My womb got buried
When was it?
Was it, when she kissed you good night
Or maybe, while she sat on your lab
Was it, when she told you she loved her dad
Or maybe, when she hugged you tight
Let me ask you, when was it?
When did it cross your mind?
Your daughter can be your sex toy
How did it felt in your heart?
When you heard your girl cry.
When was it?
#review #poem #kido
Thank God - for the blessed child
Glory and life - for she is my Knight
Her dad's first love
Her father's treasure
God gave us a child
And i call her my daughter
When was it?
My girl got raped
My womb got buried
When was it?
Was it, when she kissed you good night
Or maybe, while she sat on your lab
Was it, when she told you she loved her dad
Or maybe, when she hugged you tight
Let me ask you, when was it?
When did it cross your mind?
Your daughter can be your sex toy
How did it felt in your heart?
When you heard your girl cry.
When was it?
#review #poem #kido
The Boy Named Ri
Empty eye— it derisory spangle like fire
Flaunting lie— evanescent of decrying desire
Lo! Might of mine had scornfully tried
Yet, light of passion surmounted to strive
Unworthy— Ic say for Ic must pleasedly sing
Ic no longer had fun nor felt blot of propriety
"Hola!," still it says to me for my thing
But no! Ic mislaid, forgotten the tranquility
Now, Ic ran away, free from the fickle world
Wrecking— sound of breaking Ic surely heard
The moan— connecting chain has been broken
Now, Ic breathe. I'm freóriht and finally open
Over the horizon, Ic sat on the slippy rainbow
Here to find peace— order by my dreary self
It feels lonely, yet I can touch cloud of pillow
Then suddenly, here comes the mien of an elf
It says, "Losing passion is losing life. You can let go,
But you must step along, look, search and find
For something that is lacking. Something new— close to your heart. So now my friend, begone."
And later, in front of the books Ic found you.
I reached my dream. Selfless love I found too
Now, Ic write, read, travel, fight and survive
Inside the turning pages of the book Ic write
Ic request everyone to read and observe
Go back to the following paragraph,
Compile all the first letter of each start
Now, what do you see? It says EUNOIA—
The place of my new journey.
A place destined for the boy named Ri.
#
#review
Empty eye— it derisory spangle like fire
Flaunting lie— evanescent of decrying desire
Lo! Might of mine had scornfully tried
Yet, light of passion surmounted to strive
Unworthy— Ic say for Ic must pleasedly sing
Ic no longer had fun nor felt blot of propriety
"Hola!," still it says to me for my thing
But no! Ic mislaid, forgotten the tranquility
Now, Ic ran away, free from the fickle world
Wrecking— sound of breaking Ic surely heard
The moan— connecting chain has been broken
Now, Ic breathe. I'm freóriht and finally open
Over the horizon, Ic sat on the slippy rainbow
Here to find peace— order by my dreary self
It feels lonely, yet I can touch cloud of pillow
Then suddenly, here comes the mien of an elf
It says, "Losing passion is losing life. You can let go,
But you must step along, look, search and find
For something that is lacking. Something new— close to your heart. So now my friend, begone."
And later, in front of the books Ic found you.
I reached my dream. Selfless love I found too
Now, Ic write, read, travel, fight and survive
Inside the turning pages of the book Ic write
Ic request everyone to read and observe
Go back to the following paragraph,
Compile all the first letter of each start
Now, what do you see? It says EUNOIA—
The place of my new journey.
A place destined for the boy named Ri.
#
#review
The Sky, a Canvas
The sky is a Canvas
Of a thousand beady lights
the artist is the almighty
of ethereal, beautiful nights
For a thousand beady lights
my eyes gleam of reflection
Of an ethereal, beautiful night
carved to perfection
my eyes gleam of reflection
At the blend of the colours
Carved to perfection
shows it's a creation, as perfect as that of Scholars'
the blend of the colours
is an evidence to suffice
To show it's a creation almost, like that of Scholars'
the stars twinkle, as if melting Ice
an evidence to suffice
Is the Splendour in a night
as if melting ice
fills my heart with delight
the Splendour in a night
Gleams too bright
my heart fills with delight
and inspires me to write..
Author's note: This was an example of a Pantoum. For whoever doesn't have a clue about what it is 😂, it's a piece of writing where each stanza is limited to 4 lines and the 2nd and 4th line of a stanza must be repeated as the 1st and 3rd line of the following stanza with little to no differences.
Some useful information.. Thought I should share 😅
#sam #review #pantoum
The sky is a Canvas
Of a thousand beady lights
the artist is the almighty
of ethereal, beautiful nights
For a thousand beady lights
my eyes gleam of reflection
Of an ethereal, beautiful night
carved to perfection
my eyes gleam of reflection
At the blend of the colours
Carved to perfection
shows it's a creation, as perfect as that of Scholars'
the blend of the colours
is an evidence to suffice
To show it's a creation almost, like that of Scholars'
the stars twinkle, as if melting Ice
an evidence to suffice
Is the Splendour in a night
as if melting ice
fills my heart with delight
the Splendour in a night
Gleams too bright
my heart fills with delight
and inspires me to write..
Author's note: This was an example of a Pantoum. For whoever doesn't have a clue about what it is 😂, it's a piece of writing where each stanza is limited to 4 lines and the 2nd and 4th line of a stanza must be repeated as the 1st and 3rd line of the following stanza with little to no differences.
Some useful information.. Thought I should share 😅
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Mind boggled, heart trembled
What should I do, say or wear
I guess it all depends on her
#review #tejaskhurana #haiku
Mind boggled, heart trembled
What should I do, say or wear
I guess it all depends on her
#review #tejaskhurana #haiku