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  I got this first two lines of the poem out of nowhere and realized it sounded pretty good. So why not make a poem out of it am I right? Do you think it's good?   I wouldn't want to be anybody else, But think of all the things I could've done if I wasn't me... So just for a day. I would wanna live a life I would never,(I could never...). I wouldn't want to be anybody else, But think of all the things I could've said if I wasn't me... So maybe just for an hour. I would like to feel, What someone would feel that's a person I would never be, (I could never be...). So many lives I could've lived.. I know this poem is like super small but still. I have kind of run out of things to post hehe. Maybe a post for the spooky season incoming. :) Byeee #mihidhi #poetryblog 

  Hi Guys! Sorry I didn't post for long. Got pretty busy. Here's is a poem of how the seasons would be as people. Tell me in the comments which one you relate to the most! Hope you Enjoy! Summer has a loud temper, and a name to uphold. when everyone loves him, he can't deny that, his pride is warmer than wildfires. Spring is soft like the petals of a tulip, she has a bright smile with a sad soul. She hopes for something, yet,  she doesn't know, what she's waiting for. Autumn is calm. His footsteps calm as mouse's. He writes poetry but never think of it as great, he burns his words lost to oblivion. Winter, she's complicated. she likes to be alone, never quite got the hang of society. Her temper is quiet, unsettling, unpredictable silence. Which one is your favorite? Was the poem good? This is how I imagine the seasons. How different is yours? Do you think the seasons would be friends?  #coolstuffblog #mihidhi #poems

 I just wrote this poem in like 6 mins and I just want to share it.  I just think a lot of people can relate to this. Running down the forest path, Didn’t care what awaited tomorrow. For that I know it will be happy, Had no time for that sorrow. Where did those times go? When I didn’t care how I looked, How bad the lighting would make me look. When after school I would play, The neighbourhood kids shaped a part of me, Who I am today. For when growing up didn’t seem much, There was a lot of time left, ‘It moves so slow doesn’t it?’ Not like now when its coming at you like an express, Not ready to slow, And would take you down if it has to. Time Flies doesn't it? Some memories buried inside. Lost to history unphotographed. Unless you dig deep inside your soul, Ready to see what awaits you, Ready to see who you were before you, hid those raw parts inside of you. Time flies doesn't it? Anyways guys, do you agree? What did the poem make you feel? Tell me in the comments and follow ...

  HIII Everyone!! This poem was inspired by a story I read. It's about a girl with an abusive mother. I hope you like this poem! I'm surprised I wrote such a good one.  My mother wears her armour, The metal forged of rage and terror. Her screams would shake the house, But this isn't about the bricks. She let the darkness of her mind, Take her far away, Drape her in a coat. She went in too deep , She couldn't find a way out. I don't want to end like that, I want to be happy when I die . But mom I want you to know, That I would've given you my life, For you to live yours again. Even if then I wouldn't exist . -Mihidhi. I hope no one really feels this way. The story was really sad that I really needed to write it out a poem. I hope you liked it. I am writing a lot of poems these dayz so tell me if you want me to put more! Byee! Have a great life!

  Hello Guysss!! For me Spring has arrived and it is awesome since it is one of my favorite seasons. And an amazing season for a photographer!! So Pics will be coming soon enough.  And I haven't forgotten about the story its just I am quite busy these days so I am still crafting out part 2.  So Instead I have written a poem with the theme of Spring and Hope. It was actually a school assignment and not going to lie it came out quite good. Hope you enjoy this poem!!! It has a rhythm as well. Swaying like ghosts and leaves outworn, Trees are standing torn. Hope was blown off the branches, in the winter storm. But wait the changes come to life, A Bird chirp here and there. What happened to the Misty Gray, That Misery in the Air. The bite of chill in the wind is gone, In the air, pollen floats. A pink green tinge takes over the world, Trees put on their coats. The ice that froze us back in place, The sun set it ablaze. How the sun looked on a warm summer day, Winter had clou...

  Hi Guys!!! Today is my birthday (another year older) so I thought I'd put a special post which happens to be a poem!!! It's a poem about Nostalgia! Not my Pic. Can I go back for a minute more? When I fought about who had a taller pencil with my freinds When I waited for my hogwarts letter Wanting to burn the post office down when it didn't  Guess I'm a muggle after all When in school breaks you played games running around the school We don't do that anymore. This came out sadder than I wanted it to be but here we go! Stay Tuned and follow for future interesting posts! #nostalgia #poem #birthday #growingup 

  Hello Everyone!!! Winter has arrived and I will be writing the voice of the season.... Let the wind come whooshing,              And the christmas bells ring. Flying through the snow , Let the Northern Winds blow... The roads cuddle,  in a sheet of white snow. Sip your hot chocolate and, See the snowman's scarf blow... Fire is lit  Dinner is warm Sit back at home  and listen to the North Wind blow... Did you like the poem?  Do you celebrate christmas guys? Tell me in the comments! And what's your favorite season?  Follow for more poems in the future!!! Have a nice Winter or summer for some of you!!!!

  This is a writing I wrote for a small assignment in school about kindness and gratitude. I normally don't post things like this but here you are!!! Not my pic This world is full of evil, full of horrible things. In the midst of all this, if you are kind even in the slightest itty-bitty way, that is awesome. Relentless, mean human nature can be stopped starting with Y O U . Many people can hate gratitude. We always want something we don't have. Then we finally get it, get bored of it and we hope for more and more. Our lives start to fill with things you don't want. Then when you lose something you start crying even when it existed you didn't care for it. The one who should start having gratitude is Y O U . I hope everyone has a lovely autumn full of coziness and follow for a story or a poem!!! Tell me if you want the story or a poem? #kindness #gratitude #betterworld #poem #mihidhi #mycoolstuffblog

I am actually proud of myself for #coolstuffblog #mihidhi #poem #lifepoem  writing this poem. I've never been able to write such a poem, it's like not the kind of poem I normally write as I recall. It may not be my best but I just wrote out of my comfort zone guys!!   Don't bow to a person, who rules for revenge. don't follow a person, who doesn't have a goal. don't cut out a person, who is there for you. don't think low of a person, who tries their best. Don't hate the villain, Who's story hasn't been told. And don't be a person who you wouldn't be proud to become. I will love this poem forever! It's like a life motto too. Do you like these kinds of poems or poems about something for example the rain? Tell me what you think of this poem in the comments! You can send me your poems if you like. I would love to read them or even put them in my blog saying your name!! Follow for a part story which is still in the making. I'm making ...

This is a poem but also part story. Hope you enjoy it. Do you find it relatable? Give me feedback and follow for more!!! The water splashes around me  My gliding swift and calm  No noise in splashes  Just a music to my ears. My soul is loose Through the waters  I’m dancing I imagine the others Fighting a slow death As they try to overtake  the expert, and that’s me. I don’t want this moment to end I hear no sound Not the cheering of my family Screaming in the crowd This moment I go to another world A void where only I can reach This isn’t a competition for me It’ll never be a career It is my life water, swimming I am the goddess of water, the sea. The whistle blows Screeching through my dream As I reach the finish line And the crowd goes wild I climb out of the water And the rest is a flash As I am given a golden medal Useless to me It hangs on my neck Glinting over my red vibrant wet hair But it isn’t that that gives me pride Its something else The feel of wetn...

Sorry it took me a while to post.    I just made a poem. I think it might be my darkest poem if 'The Anthem of Death' wasn't. Tell me in the comments which was darker and better. One of these days I'm going to recreate one of my oldest poems. Tell which one it should be. Which word is your favorite words from the uppercase words . They are all dark. Rooms reek of REGRET,  and of blood.  DOOM is alive,  JOY is foreign,  the metal chains, they rattle to the rhythm  of the haunting DARK , many found an END in.  Skin is ROUGH,  blood is OLD,  bets are LOST,  BLOOD spilled on the cemented floors.  Knives are SHARP,  death is MERCILESS,  trying hard to stay afloat in a current of ABUSE.  If LOVE ever blooms,  its crushed by the foot of HATE. Don't forget to give feedback and follow for more. Help me make it to 30 followers!!!! #mihidhi #dark #darkpoems #poetry #writer #poet #coolblog

  We have a winner!!! Take a look! You can still put poems for me to see! Congrats Kavishi! We may be friends but that's a lie show yourself I say goodbye mocking the trust we had so long breaking hearts with toxic thought! Say it out loud  why wont ya? Isn't it easy to let go of it. snickering and teasing behind my back does it bring joy to laugh at us? day by day  I do grow distant it seems so peaceful without much friendship. By - journalkavishi.blogspot.com

  Welcome to a poem U will love... I haven't posted a poem in a long time... Follow for more.... Give me Feedback.. Share... This poem is about a time I felt jealous a long time ago...Have u felt the same? The green fire Burns lashes at my heart mind is restless thinking how she's blessed Luckier than me Better than me She got the thing I've hoped for a million times I can't even think straight. She crashed my dreams Put on my fake smile when I feel crumpled inside this doesn't feel right I'm not entitled and neither is she I hate this feeling running at me like a bullet I can't think straight I want to be happy for her Like she will be for me but all i want to do is hide beneath a book and think all the ways she didn't deserve it the ways I was better than her I try to flatten it in but it balloons my abdomen I can't eat I can't think straight. Share!!!  #poem #reliable #creative #heartclenching #sad #jelousy

Am I a poet? Hi again to poem world! This poem is inspired by a book I recently read, 'The fault in our Stars' by John Green. It was just a random sentence but I guess I got the best of it. #pain #Aboutlife #poet #inspirationalpoems #entertainment   We hate pain. it scratches and it stabs, its forever or for a second, Its loss and sometimes its death. But don't blame it. Its just trying to live, just like you and me. It just wants to be seen and heard, just like u and me. In world everyone wants to live, in a world everyone's fighting for more... U win and u lose. U cry and u laugh. What if pain also fears?  dieing and losing, just like u and me. That's why it does its job, of living and existing, just like u and me. In a world everyone tries to bloom, In a world everyone has a battle, U love u hate. U sing u dance. Life's hard and life's fun! This poem is not my best. But Hope u liked it! Give me feedback in the comments!!

  I didn't put any poems or stories recently. Is my creativity going to the drain? Just Kidding! And by the way, I don't have any enemies. Nobody really hate me and I don't either. But if I did have an enemy this is my poem to them I guess. #cutepics #poems #enemy #hatepoems #poeminspirations. You crave my hidden glow of anger, makes me remember how savage I was. The way you grease ash on my heart, the claws dig deep as you talk and talk. The monster rise inside my veins, I want to kill u with my words before u kill me with your vain. Balls of hate u threw my way, still left cracks through my door. You still play the game inside my head. The tattoos in my forehead, are the names you call me. You flicker my fire and put it out, till I don't have wood to light it up again. Darkness spreads, close my eyes, then I can't see the monster coming to get me. Stay Away.... Was it good? Tell me in the comments! And help me get to 20 followers!!! I'll put a story if it gets...

  HOW TO MAKE A COOL POEM! #howtowriteapoem #poem  #languagearts I felt like showing people how I make my poems. It might help you or it might not!  Step 1; Getting Ready. So first, I get a piece of paper and a pencil. Then I write a couple of words. These are the words I wrote down when I wrote my 'u lose u die' poem,  ex- dark, death etc.  It can be rhyming words if u want to write that kind, or u can just write a free verse. Sometimes I skip this part and instead keep them in my head. Step 2; Getting an idea. Now you have to have an idea of what kind of poem u wanna write. U have to make the reader feel something. U need to tell them something. For example my post 'Up in the Night Sky', I had an idea. I want to tell them how much I love the night sky! Step 3; Order. This is the important part. U have to give the words an order. Add in more words. Add similees! Make it a poem of your own unique style! Step 4; Decoration! This might be fun if you make it. N...

Dark Times. #DarkPoems #fantasy #death #sad #goth #emo We all have our darkest times, When we fall on our knees and beg, for life, to get a little bit easier, Around the corner some good news to bloom. Curtain of gloomy clouds, Clog the sunshine over you. Lightning strikes not to you, but someone else that you love... White roses you throw on their graves, sob , cry, roll on your back, covered in dirt, wearing rags, not human for a month or a two... Until you heal, look over the clouds, you find a new way to ignore that pain. And then it all begins again. you get stronger it gets harder, life's a game that goes again and again till you lose... You die.

 #curse #dark #sad #poem #sadlife These days I've been a bit busy with School. With lots of stuff to do I keep slipping the time to write this. Let me show you a list of things I do. 1. Journal.   2. Read. 3. Homework. 4. Getting the splits. 5. Learn a 2nd language.                     6. Coding.  7. writing. 8. blogging.   Poem Break! I'm going to write about a curse. I hope you enjoy.  In the misty air, Darkness cries. Shimmering in fright, Magic surrounds. Powerful and strong, Dark magic arise. Don't move, don't play There's no mercy in those eyes. You can taste the fear, In the air. Smell it, Feel it, Everywhere. A cackle sounds, Toying in the air, A wave of a wand. No hearts to spare! A blast erupts, Nature cries. Death open its door, Time to say goodbye. One last breath. One last sight. darkness swallows, a life in tight. One life less, in the world. 'cuz of a cold heart , who's with greed eyes blurred. Giv...

#poem #metaphors #language #creativity   This is a light bulb I got over my head.  Enjoy! I'm not an open book , but I won't lie. I don't build castles in the air but, my standards are  high. I may not be one in a million, but I'm not dime a dozen. I don't wear my heart  on my sleeve but, I'm not a sausage that's frozen. I'm not the talk of  the town, but I'm the elephant in the room. Don't forget to give feedback!  And give me more metaphors. Try writing a poem with metaphors. How did it go?  Tell me!  Make stories and poems a better place with metaphors! Me taphors are Magic you Conjure only with Words. #coolpoems #Inspirationalpoems

 I haven't written here for a while so,  Welcome Back to My Adventure! #story #creative #shortpoem Sorry for the delay guys! So welcome back to a place where booklovers, writers and poets love to hangout! Follow to not miss all my adventures and inspirations!!! It was my birthday yesterday so, I was going to write a short story but I kind of felt lazy. So I just thought of a short poem. I love the night sky and making poems about them.                          The starlight will                                   shine,                          everlastingly bright.                                                           ...