Tag: romantic

melting frost (a musette)

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Your smile
means reverie,
I’m lost.

You’re not
even afraid of
my ghost.

You’re the
summer melting
my frost.

I’ll choose
you no matter what’s
the cost.

 

—

03.23.2018
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In response to Blogging from A to Z Challenge and NaPoWriMo 2018.
M is for Musette.
The Musette is an invented verse form that presents the challenge of writing in very short lines. This form was introduced by Emily Romano and found only at Shadow Poetry. The elements of the Musette are:
  1. stanzaic, written in any number of tercets.
  2. syllabic, 2-4-2 2-4-2 2-4-2 syllables per line.
  3. rhymed axa bxb cxc etc. x being unrhymed.

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f r o z e n f i r e

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Himalayan mountains whisper
their almost zero degree
breeze,

the choral of crickets
sings their nightly
lullaby,

the rare blue blood moon
leaks its silent yet
shining beams,

under layers of thick fabric,
behind the speechless,
wooden door,

we set the frozen world
on fire.

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03.13.2018
©2018 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
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In response to dVerse Quadrille #52 Let’s Fire it Up
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Flower and the Bee (Part 1)

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let me introduce you, my dear friends, to the amazing man i knew from Instagram. the epic photographer (go check his Instagram), a talented music producer and songwriter (go check his website), a budding amazing writer (yep. i am a fan and he is now on WordPress!), and my far away bestfriend, Shubhodeep Roy. 🙂 below is the lovely duet inspired by his photograph that we’re both delighted to share with you all. 😉

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she was beautiful, a bright blue,
wearing a shiny coat of morning dew.
her sweet nectar was too much to resist,
so I dived into her and kissed.

the wind blew hard, we held on to each other,
she could have swayed and kicked me rather.
her delicate petals didn’t want to be free of me,
because i, however ugly, was her favorite bee.

he was the bubbly painted in yellow
buzzing loudly yet his inside is mellow.
his wings’ flaps are my kind of music,
as he nears i felt like i’m sea sick.

bathe in the warm morning rays, we kissed.
i hope my longing for him was unnoticed.
with him, i wish to have a time-stopping power,
for in warm dry or cold shower, i am his, flower.

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05.23.2017
©2017 @Shubhodeeproy | @A Reading Writer.
All Rights Reserved.
Photo via Shubhodeep Roy

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how about a warm welcome for my dear friend? 🙂 Check him out here. ❤

Forest Orchestra

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the sweet tweets of the birds,
the crisp cracks of dried twigs,
the whispered whistles of the wind,
the sounds of the forest orchestra.
oh, surreal and soothing
flora and fauna.

yet they can’t calm me like
how your heartbeats’
thump,
thump,
thump
can.

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05.23.2017
©2017 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
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In response to Sound Off! dVerse Quadrille #33 by Victoria C. Slotto.
I have a sound (adjective) reason for sharing this with you today and ask you now to use the word SOUND in a poem, following the very fun Quadrille form, a poem that soundly (adverb) embraces exactly 44 words, excluding the title. Check out the dictionary. I found a plethora of ways to sound-off. Maybe you will even want to play with assonance, consonance or one of the many ways that sound adds beauty, texture or feeling to a poem.
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Bus and Break

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the rushing wind kisses my cheeks as i keep the bus’ window open. we are zigzagging and zooming because 6 in the morning is synonymous to a free-flowing highway. no traffic. no accidents (yet). as my eyes stare at the birthing of yet another sun, my ears is swimming on a familiar tune. a tune the heart needs as morning booster and as a balm to yesterday’s hurt. feet tap tap. fingers tap tap. you’re not breaking me.

a summer-like song
for a winter-frozen heart.
i will beat again.

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P.S.
So the song I was talking about in this piece is Unbreakable Smile by Tori Kelly.
La da da da dee, you’re not breaking me
La de da da da, ain’t got time for ya, singing
La da da da dee, you won’t shatter me
La de da da da, got an unbreakable smile
P.P.S. And because I don’t drive I realistically describe a day on a bus. 🙂
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05.03.2017
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In response to dVerse‘s Haibun Monday: Tramps like us were born to survive… by kanzensakura.
Today, I’d like you to write about singing along with your music and driving.  Off on a trip, off on vacation, soothing yourself and just driving at night, driving out your anger or your grief, shared a few songs with a friend?
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Our River

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the gentle whispers of the trees’ breeze. the tender murmur of river’s flow. the playful tweets of the little birds. these sweet sensual delights are the reasons why we used to visit this river. the river we called ours.

today i clutch unto you, unto your vessel. your vessel made of cold porcelain, a stark contrast to how warm your hands were when you held mine.

slowly opening the lid, feeling what was left of your mortality, i let the salty tears wet my face as i let your ashes be one with the river. the river we called ours.

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Note: I wrote this piece with Ed Sheeran’s Supermarket Flowers playing in my ears. Sigh.
Oh, I’m in pieces, it’s tearing me up, but I know
A heart that’s broke is a heart that’s been loved
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Word count: 100
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Photo credit: My dearie Maria of Doodles and Scribbles
For Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) April 11, 2017. 🙂

Drizzled Remains

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like the sky
swallowing
the sun,
i remembered
how i choked
when you said
we’re done.

like the rain’s
fading fog,
i wait as
time erase
the drizzled remains
of your once
warm love.

today
i relish
each throb,
tomorrow
i will move
forward.

—

04.11.2017
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In response dVerse‘s Quadrille #30 by Mish.
Write a poem of 44 words including the word drizzle and post it to your blog.

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Waiting

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with the God-painted twilight,
i smiled as i wait for you, my light.

i still don’t have your name,
i still don’t have your face,
but our story will not be a game
neither a fading phase.

the love we’ll share will be true,
someday we’ll be one not two,
darling, i am waiting for you.

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Wrote this while listening to One Sweet Love by Sara Bareilles.
A nameless face to think I see
To sit and watch the waves with me till they’re gone
A heart I’d swear I’d recognize is
Made out of my own devices could I be wrong?
Ready and waiting (Ready and waiting)
For a heart worth the breaking (heart worth the breaking)
But I’d settle for an honest mistake in the name of
One sweet love

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04.10.2017
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In response to Napowrimo Day 9…
 
Finally, here is our prompt (optional, as always). Because today is the ninth day of NaPoWriMo, I’d like to challenge you to write a nine-line poem.

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Read the rest of my Napowrimo 2017 poems here!

Cosmos

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dust and meteoroid collide
atmosphere sparks in light
scarlet red, to bright yellow
then to a quick white,
a meteor fall.

in-awe brown eyes stare high
then faces turn, exchanged tensed sigh
cheeks blush in pink
closer and closer in less a minute,
black night burns to hot red.

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03.17.2017
©2017 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
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In response to dVerse‘s Meet the Bar with impressionism by Björn Rudberg (brudberg).

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