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Life is hard. The only place to soothe the roughness is home. Home is where you find your smile and where you are understood. Welcome! @Burningwords The writer. 👆
This looks legit. 👌
Participate if you're interested, guys. About an hour before the giveaway.
Don't take sadness away from her:
That is all she have,
That is what stayed to keep her warm all along.
People had told her they would never choose anybody else,
Right before they chose somebody else.
#wordsburn
It's Friday night, and me and fellas are loving this. 😂
God, I'm dying.
But if I've really truly offended you, don't take it to heart, alright?
I didn't mean to be rude.
You and I are gonna die soon and this little squabble won't matter in the slightest.
Smile and have a warm night. ❤️
Myra, let's finish this. I wanna see what I'm missing, if I am really missing something.
I believe I'm 100% on point.
The word poet has become cheap.
String two lines and you're one, it seems.
Moan about your pain, and you're now a writer.
Rhyming single syllables, not knowing how rhymes work.
Feelings override your intellect
The way you couple lines is incest
Verses that shouldn't be together,
You're fucking things up for pleasure.
🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑
#rhyme
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I wonder why the number of syllables on each line is Even?
And I wonder why the number of lines on the last verse is 3... That's a bit odd.
#wordsburn
#rhyme
Depth of a Womb
The way you bend to pick up your pencil,
The way you tend to build up before giggles,
The way you mend,
Then the way you get moody over some little...
I crave access to your bed,
But how? When what you send is mixed signals.
I'm burned out from this game of
Me playing it cool,
When your smile's more brutal than a May sun.
The supposed beauty of others, my mind deflects.
Yours? It swims in my thoughts
As if it's been looking for a pond to cleanse.
But really I'm impressed,
The power your eyes possess.
I feel rise in emotions
And I'm supposed to hide erosion of my self control
When it feels like the flow of oxygen is running low.
There are invisible claws
That are ripping me apart atomically.
It's hard to veil how I feel.
What I kept in a shell now revealed anatomically:
You catch my eyes zoom in on your lips.
I know this looks rude,
But what else can I do.
The breath of life is oozing from you, miss.
Excuse how my manners faded:
An eager boy in me has been raised.
The right move would be to chain him ...
I feel your heart shift in pace.
I thank the Lord for your existence;
My fangs meet your neck, and sink with grace.
No predator will ever make you feel afraid.
I've become your pitbull.
I bite who resents you,
And my palm licks your face.
The lighter your touch,
The harder I love.
The pocket between your legs,
I'll work hard to fill its depth.
With so little effort,
You've become my treasure.
Tomorrow we'll clean up the bedsheets,
Tonight let me dig deep in your belly.
It may not mean much to your sensory,
But you're my rock; my soul finds you settling.
You say, "All this nonsense is to get in bed with me."
Don't judge me now:
You haven't seen how fair you are.
No body has been found
Who has witnessed a fairer star.
My skin flushes red from your perfume,
And not the one you've used
Before I slipped in your room.
No, I mean the aroma your neck accrued.
I mean credit where credit's due.
I mean check it, the pulse in my chest is proof.
You see the signs all over my body,
But your hands are still, afraid to try me,
Because the lady has few manners.
Watch her six, those god-given curves,
I'll put a ring on her finger, like Saturn.
The lady has manners,
But if you tease her wrong,
You'll turn her demon on.
Baby, what's with the wait for my lead?
Summon the courage
To burn up the furnace of my seeds.
Feel my life force react to your fingers.
Your touch sparks a special fever.
Off with what I'm wearing,
And I love it when you're wearing my t-shirt.
This poem is a key note
On how you can be my key tone,
A melody that clears the fog in mind:
I see the flawed you;
I see the strong you;
And who I see moves me inside.
Baby, you have got me paralyzed—
Don't leave me impaired,
Instead let's be a pair for life.
Heal me with the twins on your chest,
And I'll leave twins in your flesh,
Time to grow a pair tonight.
CONGRATULATIONS!
WORDS BURN WRITER OF
THE WEEK
✍RESISTANCE✍
THE RACE HAS ENDED!
Winner will be revealed in an hour. ❤️
ONLY 45 MINUTES LEFT
A very very tight race, and Resistance is leading by a very tight margin.
Bob and Blen are not far behind.
WHAT CAN CHANGE BEFORE THE RACE IS OVER?
TIPS TO BEAT YOUR RIVAL WRITERS?
1. Tell your friends to comment
They love your writing? Make them show it.
2. Promote yourself on your own channel
Tell your fans you're competing. Have an edge over your rival writers.
3. Be ruthless
You will NOT be eliminated for trying to get people to vote for you. So go for it.
Fragrance
I'm ashamed of the misery that flows through my veins
Desperately changing my behaviour
I'm unware of what your absence has swapped inside me
Yet the fact that I may announce bluntly is
there's nothing left that I remember of our intimacy
As if I had a complete brainwash aftermath your last kiss being sprouted on my neck;
leaving a splash of yours fragrance and stealing my wrath,my agony,my grimace.
Maybe I'm living with the same fragrance absorbed safely under my skin.
My inability to frame you into words never let the world measure your wholesomeness into words.
So,I swear I will write about you; your impacceable touch.
that kept freezing my heart with each passing day with no direct mention.
for I don't want people to recognise love only in the form of person;it should never be.
Nevertheless I'm confused whether to call you fragrance?
or the light ?
or somewhere in between...
the ambience.The holy Ambience.
By Daisy ✍
"My Reflection"
Am I walking too swiftly, leaving you behind?
Am I descending into a black void with no guiding light?
Should I embrace the radiance and suppress my fondness for darkness?
Where do dreams find their sanctuary?
Why are forbidden fruits so alluring?
Do I search for love amidst lifeless spaces?
Why does my heart feel empty, devoid of affection?
Am I reaching out for hands that are no longer there?
Am I reaching for the unreachable, aiming for the sky?
I feel lost, overwhelmed by sorrow,
My sense of direction has faltered, can you please lend me your hand to guide me?
Will you accompany me through the paroxysms of grief?
How will I journey far without a soulmate by my side,
Could you be the one to stand by me?
Shall we traverse the depths of the abyss together,
Or will you merely watch as I face the end of the world?
By Bob Kasiita ✍
I've hit a nerve today. 😂😂😂
I've been a dickhead for some part truly, I'll admit that, but shit, look at this typer. 😭😂
The retards who chose no in the poll above.
A
Line 1 ends with cheap
Line 2 ends with seams
B
Line 3 ends with writer
Line 4 ends with rhymes work
C
Line 5 ends with intellect
Line 6 ends with incest
D
Line 7 ends with together
Line 8 ends with pleasure
A, B, C and D are the pairs you claim doesn't rhyme.
I can send you the pronunciation of each pair of words, so your tone-deaf ears can listen and follow along. If you'd like me to spoon-feed you rhyming skills, react angry face or thumbs down.
Then I'll comment the voices of pronunciation in the comment section just for you.
Don't complicate your writing thinking it will make you look deep, or sophisticated.
All it makes you look is incompetent and confused. And frankly, you probably are incompetent and confused, to say the least.
#small_words
Don't judge me now:
You haven't seen how fair you are.
Fair as in beautiful
But also fair as in judging somebody rightly
#wordsburn
Beryllium impressed...
Hydrogen of my...
Oxygen is running low...
Ripping me apart atomically...
#wordsburn
The way you bend to pick up your pencil,
The way you tend to build up before giggles,
The way you mend,
Then the way you get moody over some little...
Depth of a Womb
Tomorrow
#rhyme
#goodtobeback
FINAL RESULTS
🥇 Resistance - 24 points
🥈 Blen - 15 points
🥉 Bob - 14 points
4. Shreya - 13 points
5. Hanu - 12 points
6. Daisy - 7 points
LEADERBOARD
🥇 Resistance - 24 points
🥈 Bob - 17 points
🥉 Blen - 15 points
4. Shreya - 13 points
5. Hanu - 9 points
6. Daisy - 6 points
THE RACE HAS BEGUN!
Who will win the LOVE OF THE PEOPLE?
Writers, gather the most points you can!
HOW DO POINTS WORK?
1 reaction = 1 point
1 comment = 3 points
One More Day
I've searched for a home for long,
There are memories that don't belong.
I trained myself to forget,
So that the pain won't swallow me whole.
At times there were screams,
At other times there was silence.
I couldn't bear either and I became quiet.
Started to speak in another language,
And the only one who understood it was...
Wet pillow and notebooks, with torn pages, were my friends,
And they tried to take me away.
Closed my eyes to surrender,
To forget for one more day.
I held on,
Then you came along.
You held me through the silence and the screams.
I sunk in the feeling of being seen.
It was the best, being against your skin.
I mustered all the love I had for you,
But deep down there wasn't enough.
Never learned to love myself,
How could I ever give you what you deserve?
You had your own battle at hand,
Taking cuts from left and right,
And you hid it so well—out of sight.
We had our downfall,
Yet we fought
To find our way back to each other.
Looking for home has been exhausting,
But fighting for you has been liberating.
All the times I felt lost,
And now I know where I belong—
I'm proud I know.
I'm teary when I say, "You are my home."
By Blen ✍
Bonds of forever
I know we'll never meant to be
together in near future
Still my love endlessly growing for you
I don't know when or where it will end
Or is it just a start?
Each and every day I'm dying to
let you know how much you meant to me,
I know 'forever' word in your dictionary is missing
But for me it is having blank space there
And I innocently named you there,
And
I want to let you know
How difficult to it is to
Breath in this suffocation
I created for myself
Since start from the beginning
I always know
You were never meant to be tied in
Bonds of forever
Cause you never know it's meaning As it never existed in you dictionary,
I don't think it will ever.
By Shreya Jain ✍