#storyinpoem

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Part 6 :::Lengang::: Aku sering menemukanmu. Disetiap jam. Bahkan saat dunia masih lengang. Tanpa ada gemintang. Aku sering menemukanmu. Dalam sendu tawaku. Dalam keheningan... Kau lebih nyata. Ini sungguh menyiksa. Mengapa..... . Kau hanyalah asa yang hampa. | | | :::Kisah Sendu Sebuah Rindu::: #poemofthedaybyme #storyinpoem
Part 4 :::Malam::: Malam adalah tempat yang tepat untuk membumbui rindu. Sepi adalah suara-suara yang teredam batas penantian. Merindumu...... Laksana mengubur permata dalam cahaya. Berkilauan dan menyilaukan. | | | :::Kisah Sendu Sebuah Rindu::: #poems #poemoftheday #poetry #storyinpoem #story
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Part 3 :::Petang::: Sepi adalah alas untuk merangkai paragraf-paragraf sendu. Lirik-lirik rindu yang menjamur. Kadang menghabiskan tinta fikiran. Tersaji rapi dalam larik-larik pengharapan. Meredamnya semalaman. Hilang kala pagi datang. Menggila petang menjelang. Saat senja pulang kesarang.... Semua jadi suram. | | | :::Kisah Sendu Sebuah Rindu::: #poemoftheday #storyinpoem #story #poem #sajakrindu #sajak #poetry
Part 2 :::Ruang Jiwa::: Aku tidak temukan apapun disana. Kecuali rasa iba. Aku sedang menghadapi diriku yang kusut. Bayang-bayang hampa. Sebongkah hati yang buruk. Ia terlalu kalut. Bagai kapal karam... Porak poranda. Hanya ada puing-puing luka. Barisan-barisan rindu yang lebam membiru. Mata yang sayu. Lidah yang  kelu. Tidak ada apa-apa. Kecuali kosong... Atau serpihan saja. | | | :::Kisah Sendu Sebuah Rindu::: #poem #storyinpoem #story #poetry
Part 1 :::Mengapa::: Ini adalah saat dunia asing bagiku. Rasakan betapa pedihnya... Saat terik membuatku menggigil kedinginan. Dan hujan membuatku terbakar... Meskipun kebasahan. Rintik hujan jatuh bagai bola api menghanguskan. Dimanakah aku berada??????? Mengapa temperaturku berbeda. Mengapa.......... | | | :::-Kisah Sendu Sebuah Rindu-::: #storyinpoem #poemoftheday #poemoftheday #poetry #story #pastpictures
They all were togather, As the friends forever. One day with the breeze, They flew away over the trees. The whole family got saperated, That one day, they all hated. They all tried to get back, But It was luck they lack. Evryone grew old trying, Without the fear of dieing. They got buried and reborn again, To get back what they atain. They flew away riding the air, After all that Home was thier. It was a reunion now, They shared all why and how. Shared experieces of life they spend, The Family was complete at the end. #storyinpoem #lifeinstory #naturepoem #inspirationoflife #adventuresoflife Read my thoughts on @YourQuoteApp #yourquote #quote #stories #qotd #quoteoftheday #wordporn #quotestagram #wordswag #wordsofwisdom #inspirationalquotes #writeaway #thoughts #poetry #instawriters #writersofinstagram #writersofig #writersofindia #igwriters #igwritersclub
काफी दूर थी , तो रोका नहीं। बस तसवीर ली, कुछ और नहीं। वो चली गई, मैं हूँ यहीं। कल फिर आऐगी, रसता है वहीं। हैं जो भी, हम आशिक नहीं। ਬੜੀ ਦੂਰ ਸੀ, ਤਾਂ ਰੋਕੇਆ ਨਹੀਂ। ਬਸ ਤਸਵੀਰ ਲਈ, ਹੋਰ ਕੁਝ ਨਹੀਂ। ਉਹ ਚਲੀ ਗਈ, ਪਰ ਮੈਂ ਨਹੀਂ। ਕਲ ਫਿਰ ਅਵੇਗੀ, ਰਾਹ ਬਦਲੇ ਨਹੀਂ। ਹਾਂ ਜੋ ਵੀ, ਅਸੀਂ ਆਸ਼ਿਕ ਨਹੀਂ। #loveislove #untitled #storyinpoem Read my thoughts on @YourQuoteApp #yourquote #quote #stories #qotd #quoteoftheday #wordporn #quotestagram #wordswag #wordsofwisdom #inspirationalquotes #writeaway #thoughts #poetry #instawriters #writersofinstagram #writersofig #writersofindia #igwriters #igwritersclub
Is it necessary to talk much I mean through words The mainstream exchange Of filtered thoughts Flowing through mouth Sugar coated, sometimes censored Adjusted to world’s norm Is it all really necessary? I mean we don’t really need words , do we? Our eyes speak Body language proves Actions justify Isn’t all that suffice? . . #words #poem #poetry #aesthetic #blog #dailyblogs #instablogs #dailyposts #storyinpoem #instapoets #wordporn #photography #mobileclicks #insaclicks #nature #trees #stream #green #communication #beauty #words
Okay. Let's see if you can figure this one out.... All the best... --------------------- Just stop for a minute and breath Try to take in the world full of fresh breeze A world I've broken my back to build for you Then why are you focussing distressing over my hue We were forced into being together But I thought understanding we'll manage to gather I thought this forced bridge could be cemented by our love once we fell in its spell Never realised this bridge was anchoring me to hell I guess the cacophony of the mocking society was indeed true I guess our little world was but a ruse I guess our merry life was but a facade To cover up my shambled heart's shards Now after fulfilling my duty to my angels I refuse to be forced any longer This is the moment I've been unconsciously waiting for, this is the moment I get stronger Now today my so called dear I finally burn rown this bridge A deed I was bound from committing, but now I create this ridge I'm leaving you forever You no further need to put with me being me I hope I never again run into you, never ever Now I leave you darling with a world I'd once built for you and me -------- #openforcollab #storyinpoem #continueit #beingtrue #leaving #behind #trash #nofavours #yourquote #quote #stories #qotd #quoteoftheday #wordporn #quotestagram #wordswag #wordsofwisdom #inspirationalquotes #writeaway #thoughts #poetry #instawriters #writersofinstagram #writersofig #writersofindia #igwriters #igwritersclub
Poem about story of Lovecraft's novel ;) #poem #hplovecraft #innsmouthstory #horror #poetry #in_english #storyinpoem
My eyes laid upon her And she reminded me of  the falling of snow: Gentle, tranquil and free Although it was the end of fall the sun was absent, the flowers withered but her smile would liven it all Perhaps she was summer That would explain  her affection and warmth. The way she would spread her light My heart sure would ignite. I do remember the first time I saw summer It was the beginning of winter And I wasn’t the only one who froze Mrudula || Aviral #poemsporn #peoplepoem #writingabout #poetrycommunity #poetryporn #poems #poemsofig #wordporn #words #poet #wordgasm #poetryforthesoul #artist #poetryforher #poetrypotrait #writersofig #wordsmithing #storyinpoem #thoughts #wordswithqueens #summerpoems #art #poetryislove #spilledinkpoetry #rhymes
Swipe for more Poem title : Muskaan Writer : Mohit Udhwani Date : 13 July, 2016 Language : Hindi . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . #Poem #Mohit #Mohitism #ItsMohitism #SadPoem #StoryinPoem #Story #hindi #HindiPoem #ह िंदी #कव िता #love #Insta #InstaDaily #writingcommunity #InstaPoem #writer #Creator #innovative #Creative #Awesome #art #Love #sad #mumbai #Delhi #India
My 2K17 Drowned, drenched and wrecked My 2k17 was beginning. I had no clue the better things were coming. Just few days into the year, I realized The most wonderful things happen when you daren't have expected. Out of nowhere, you arrived. Like a Sun shining in a Winter morning. I learnt about "Apricity" while trying to define you. Warming to the core and dispersing colours. I felt a "Rainbow" while trying to adore you. Turning a somber town into a blest place. I experienced "Miracles" while living around you. You made the year a lot more merry, and it felt passing a little more swiftly. Amidst 2K17, I realized I'm going to remember this year better than others. I might not be as much a blessing as you are to me, and for you this year may not be a fun ferry. However there's one thing we both can agree upon, 2K17 was an addictive bitter-sweet cherry. I no longer fear that ocean now. Let's keep surfing the waves together. I wish the next 11:59:59 when I'm posting "My 2K" poem, only the numbers after 2K change and not the reason. Please make the years to come as beautiful as the moment when I'm with you. I accept this poem might not rhyme, but I just wanted you to know that, My 2K17 was all about you. From "Cinq Janvier" to this time. . - ©Saquib.-.Hashmi . . . #storyinpoem #writer #writing #writersofinstagram #poem #poetry #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #author #2kpoems #followformore #my #2k17 #happynewyear #2k18
Freedom And Creativity 1) The Lost Wedding I went to a wedding where the bride was Creativity and Freedom was the groom; Their bond was so unique the society thought  they were freaks; People believed a dialogue was due and told Freedom to shape his bond according to their views; Freedom wondered why they frowned and made such a big sound, Still for the sake of society, he agreed to live within the boundaries and abide by their ways; Little did he know that his decision will cost him the life of Creativity one day. This was the end of a wedding with only tears shedding. 2) A Love Story I went to a wedding where the bride was Creativity and Freedom was the groom; Their bond was so unique, the society thought  they were freaks; People believed a dialogue was due, and told Freedom to shape his bond according to their views; Freedom wondered, why they frowned and made such a big sound, For his love, he refused to abide by their ways, he knew, that if would agree it'll will cost him the life of Creativity one day; With Freedom as her companion, And expression as her womb, Creativity flourished and bloomed, gave birth to Idea, Art and Innovation very soon. People apologized as they realized that to the society their kids were a boon. This was an eternal love story, in its full glory. ~Anupama #lovepoems #lovestory #lovestories #shortpoetry #shortpoem #poetryisnotdead #poetofinstagram #poetryofig #poetry #poetrycommunity #poetryofinsta #poet #poetcommunity #poetcommunityofinstagram #poeticjustice #readerscommunity #readersofig #storyinpoem #poem #poems #amatuerpoet #amatuerpoetry #amatuerpoets #wordgasm #indian #spilledink #spilledwords #spilledwordsofmine
• Maiden Dance of a Dragonfly • Awaken from dreams My deepest slumber Have I seen an angel? Something's strange This air, That breath Breath of newness Energy that I know not! . Stop, breathe This delicate air Foreign, yet delightful My heart flutters Dare I smell? This sweet fragrance Freedom untold My heart whispers 'I can fly!' . Twirl, Twirl Over the lily pads, Yesterday's home A stolen glance Who am I? What have I done? Barely recognise My own lil' dance A lowly maiden Nymph forgotten by time. . Twinkle, twinkle My iridescent wings Fragile yet strong Sparkle, sparkle Poignant reflections The beauty of Your light Grace, At every pirouette. . Spiral, spiral Dare I grasp? My colourful persona Feel, Feel The eyes of my heart Listen, Listen A heart full of songs Nymph I am not! . Shh...Shhh... Be still, so still My trembling heart Each baby step Ignite a thousand ripples Closer to destiny Fans flames of desires Unquenchable, untameable Ocean of sunset fires. . Dance, dance The night is young Your moment, Our song Come what may Follow your heart Fly away... My beautiful dragonfly. . • The #journey of a #nymph to #dragonfly #aerial #itsanewday #newbeginnings #grace #maidendanceofadragonfly #poemoftheday #poetryinmotion #poetsofinstagram #poetrycommunity #poetry #poem #visualscollective #motivationalcoach #poet #Dreampliflyer
---To Rida----- Every bit of my heart Thinks of the days, When I felt I have captured a fairy I framed a sweet white daisy. Oh! little girl Rida. Your name means contentment You're a pleasure to every attachment. Your innocence Your charming presence, Haven't you seen That you're your mother's ornament. When I asked your mother, Is she your girl? You know what she said? She said, "No. No. She is my flower. From the gardens of Saffron of its whiff you were born. Do you not see your colourful wings? Like butterflies, when you flutter, and run around with a beautiful grin. ——————————————— #delhiblogger #delhigram #mydiary #poetry #storyinpoem #lovelygirl #saffroncity #kashmir #pampore #rida #veiledgirl #vscom #vsco #vscoindia #poetryandphoto #poetrycommunity #poetrysociety #delhigram #instapoem #poetsofinstagram #writersofinstagram #writersociety #poet #writer #photographer #veiledrebecca #like4like #photographersofindia
At the cafe` * Never thought you would be there, At the cafe`, I was as usual, With a mug , idling, A table book kept on my lap, Exotic things , picturesque, I was busy, eyeing them, Outside the drizzle coupled with the chill, Must be running a cool blow, I was with me, Largely, And that table book, Warmth was getting gradually Transmitted through my fingers, Following the hand, Coffee cup was there, Just then, thought heard I, A voice known, Two people chirping, They seemed too busy, "Hawai", " nah! Tasmania" Oh yes, I heard that, Two birds as if Exchanging Dreams, And thought I knew them, The owner of the voices, One distinctively male, Other, too feminine, And the cafe` had the swing door, I thought I could always go Out, Where the drizzle was bringing snow. (*Note: the painting as attached, is used to decorate and beautify the idea or the theme of the poem/scribbling/prosaic poem/story . Artist: Daniel F.Gerhartz. courtesy: Musica Pittura e Dintorni) #cafe ` #storyinpoem #prosaicpoem #poeminprose #utpicturapoesis