Submissions by Liziantus-Marantus (Ivelina Boneva)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
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Yesterday 10:53am
Yesterday 10:53am
Writing Books
When you write a book using the feather of a hen.
Dip it in ink or use a fountain pen.
You can write whole new worlds.
Like magic,fantasize.
With your pure imagination.
And before your eyes.
The words begin to come alive and dance.
Like a romance novel with a chance.
An adventure plot in advance.
Or a comedy with a glance.
It's like your pen holds power.
As beautiful as a freshly bloomed flower.
The smell of a new book is one you cannot resist.
With a new plot,a new cover.
And the memory of the plot...
Dip it in ink or use a fountain pen.
You can write whole new worlds.
Like magic,fantasize.
With your pure imagination.
And before your eyes.
The words begin to come alive and dance.
Like a romance novel with a chance.
An adventure plot in advance.
Or a comedy with a glance.
It's like your pen holds power.
As beautiful as a freshly bloomed flower.
The smell of a new book is one you cannot resist.
With a new plot,a new cover.
And the memory of the plot...
#books
#hope
#magic #motivational
#magic #motivational
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Published
10th Mar 2025 10:55am
10th Mar 2025 10:55am
Yesterday's Dream
I knew him once upon a dream.
A dream like you have never seen.
And so have I.
But it seemed peaceful,with a light blue sky.
I saw a girl in that dream.
She was doubtful of all she's ever been.
She says,my pain I don't want you to carry.
I don't want you to worry,I want you to be merry.
The way she spoke in this vivid dream.
Like there is more to her than others have seen.
She says,but what if you don't like me?
What if you dislike the real me?
What if you don't like my flaws?
That stand out...
A dream like you have never seen.
And so have I.
But it seemed peaceful,with a light blue sky.
I saw a girl in that dream.
She was doubtful of all she's ever been.
She says,my pain I don't want you to carry.
I don't want you to worry,I want you to be merry.
The way she spoke in this vivid dream.
Like there is more to her than others have seen.
She says,but what if you don't like me?
What if you dislike the real me?
What if you don't like my flaws?
That stand out...
#dreams
#hope
#motivational
#sleep
#uplifting
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SELF POEM
Published
9th Mar 2025 10:59am
9th Mar 2025 10:59am
The Right Path
What happened beneath the trees?
Do they have falling green leaves?
Do they always fall far from the tree?
And do I have to follow?
Once my time comes,when it comes the sorrow.
Do I have to follow nature's path?
In order to live and survive?
Sometimes I wish,but couldn't I just stay and watch the stars in the night?
Like nature's course takes place.
I found a familiar face.
Green,dancing leaves.
And spring,lively trees.
If I were a leaf,I would dance.
And have a natural advance.
I would flow slowly...
Do they have falling green leaves?
Do they always fall far from the tree?
And do I have to follow?
Once my time comes,when it comes the sorrow.
Do I have to follow nature's path?
In order to live and survive?
Sometimes I wish,but couldn't I just stay and watch the stars in the night?
Like nature's course takes place.
I found a familiar face.
Green,dancing leaves.
And spring,lively trees.
If I were a leaf,I would dance.
And have a natural advance.
I would flow slowly...
#despair
#hope
#motivational #sadness
#motivational #sadness
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Published
5th Mar 2025 11:03am
5th Mar 2025 11:03am
The Sunset
It was the beginning of dawn.
And the sun,moon was coming upside down.
The colors danced in the sky.
And birds began to fly.
We watched the sunset appear and burn down.
It looked stunning.
Like it was wearing a colorful gown.
It slowly began to rise and show in the sky.
As birds sing and leaves fly.
It began with red,like red roses immortal.
And went into orange,like orange juice.
It transitioned into yellow,like sunshine.
And had really pretty hues.
When it started coming back down, it started becoming...
And the sun,moon was coming upside down.
The colors danced in the sky.
And birds began to fly.
We watched the sunset appear and burn down.
It looked stunning.
Like it was wearing a colorful gown.
It slowly began to rise and show in the sky.
As birds sing and leaves fly.
It began with red,like red roses immortal.
And went into orange,like orange juice.
It transitioned into yellow,like sunshine.
And had really pretty hues.
When it started coming back down, it started becoming...
#hope
#motivational
#nature #uplifting
#nature #uplifting
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Published
3rd Mar 2025 10:58am
3rd Mar 2025 10:58am
Feeling Of A New Book
Not much people talk about the feeling of a new book.
When you open it and travel worlds.
Like a magical adventure with captain Hook.
Not everyone talks about the classic smell.
Of a brand new book,and the story it tell.
Or maybe about the spell it casts.
And while you read it with imagination,it lasts.
Where you travel to different characters'' pasts.
And you travel through their head.
Through their lives,seeing through their eyes.
And practically living their lives.
Opening a new book for the first time. ...
When you open it and travel worlds.
Like a magical adventure with captain Hook.
Not everyone talks about the classic smell.
Of a brand new book,and the story it tell.
Or maybe about the spell it casts.
And while you read it with imagination,it lasts.
Where you travel to different characters'' pasts.
And you travel through their head.
Through their lives,seeing through their eyes.
And practically living their lives.
Opening a new book for the first time. ...
#books
#hope
#magic
#motivational
#prose
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Published
25th Feb 2025 10:57am
25th Feb 2025 10:57am
Her
I remember when we met as kids.
And we still believed in incredible things.
Her smile,her laughter.
I could just drink it in.
And when it subsides,her laughter.
A beautiful smile bringing me in.
I remember when we became teens.
And we were no longer kids.
We started going on dates.
To movies,playing games.
We were just enjoying our lives.
As we let out content sighs.
But years later,a virus had spread.
And her emotions,all I could read was fear.
And maybe holding back a tear.
...
And we still believed in incredible things.
Her smile,her laughter.
I could just drink it in.
And when it subsides,her laughter.
A beautiful smile bringing me in.
I remember when we became teens.
And we were no longer kids.
We started going on dates.
To movies,playing games.
We were just enjoying our lives.
As we let out content sighs.
But years later,a virus had spread.
And her emotions,all I could read was fear.
And maybe holding back a tear.
...
#apocalypse
#hope
#ImSorry
#love
#redemption
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Published
22nd Feb 2025 10:53am
22nd Feb 2025 10:53am
My Doll
There is a comfort I once used to seek.
From a time I wasn't even able to speak.
It was a doll with beady eyes,her dress pink.
I still remember her black,beady eyes.
And the loads of playing,fantasize.
It had the silkiest,blonde hair.
And her makeup was very fair.
When I was little,I held dear.
And my intentions,attachement towards it was clear.
I still remember the day I received it for my birthday.
My eyes lit up in surprise.
I named her Annabelle,for her beady eyes.
The years passed,and the days went by. ...
From a time I wasn't even able to speak.
It was a doll with beady eyes,her dress pink.
I still remember her black,beady eyes.
And the loads of playing,fantasize.
It had the silkiest,blonde hair.
And her makeup was very fair.
When I was little,I held dear.
And my intentions,attachement towards it was clear.
I still remember the day I received it for my birthday.
My eyes lit up in surprise.
I named her Annabelle,for her beady eyes.
The years passed,and the days went by. ...
#hope
#memories
#nostalgia #uplifting
#nostalgia #uplifting
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Published
21st Feb 2025 10:56am
21st Feb 2025 10:56am
Heart Of Gold
What makes a heart of gold?
It doesn't matter are you young or old.
Whether you are shy or bold.
Maybe it's when you don't believe all the stories you are told.
And when kindness ,patience through you unfold.
A golden heart is a rare sight.
You can find it often within the guiding light.
Walking through the forest at night.
You catch a shiny gleam.
Gold and bright,like once upon a dream.
A heart of gold is not always what it seem.
Because you can't see it on the outside.
You have to peek through.
Through...
It doesn't matter are you young or old.
Whether you are shy or bold.
Maybe it's when you don't believe all the stories you are told.
And when kindness ,patience through you unfold.
A golden heart is a rare sight.
You can find it often within the guiding light.
Walking through the forest at night.
You catch a shiny gleam.
Gold and bright,like once upon a dream.
A heart of gold is not always what it seem.
Because you can't see it on the outside.
You have to peek through.
Through...
#happiness
#hope
#kindness
#motivational
#uplifting
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Published
14th Feb 2025 11:03am
14th Feb 2025 11:03am
Things I Love
I love the smell of fresh wind.
And the colors of red roses.
I love the feeling of happiness.
That not always decomposes.
A memory I had long ago.
That to this day I don't feel foul.
I love the taste of sweet cheesecake.
A cup of juice and a breakfast pancake.
I love the way the wind blows.
The way the leaves rustle.
And the night sky shows.
Maybe his laughter or smile.
That you can listen for a while.
I love the way my pen feels in my hand when I write my poems.
Or with the feather of a hen.
...
And the colors of red roses.
I love the feeling of happiness.
That not always decomposes.
A memory I had long ago.
That to this day I don't feel foul.
I love the taste of sweet cheesecake.
A cup of juice and a breakfast pancake.
I love the way the wind blows.
The way the leaves rustle.
And the night sky shows.
Maybe his laughter or smile.
That you can listen for a while.
I love the way my pen feels in my hand when I write my poems.
Or with the feather of a hen.
...
#motivational
#uplifting
#ValentinesDay
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Published
13th Feb 2025 10:53am
13th Feb 2025 10:53am
Childhood Tales
Do you remember the stories we were told as kids?
About evil monsters and witches.
Vile characters with wounds and stitches.
When we all sat near the fire.
And we listened to our parents tell us the stories.
Like the story of an evil witch.
That used to be a normal human like all of us,
The story of an evil monster.
Who wasn't actually always one.
It used to be a pure creature,driven to do evil by pain.
By trauma or a painful stain.
The way people treated him for it.
And the names they would give it.
And...
About evil monsters and witches.
Vile characters with wounds and stitches.
When we all sat near the fire.
And we listened to our parents tell us the stories.
Like the story of an evil witch.
That used to be a normal human like all of us,
The story of an evil monster.
Who wasn't actually always one.
It used to be a pure creature,driven to do evil by pain.
By trauma or a painful stain.
The way people treated him for it.
And the names they would give it.
And...
#hope
#motivational
#philosophical #uplifting
#philosophical #uplifting
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Published
10th Feb 2025 11:11am
10th Feb 2025 11:11am
Once Upon A Dream
I had a dream the other day.
It was about a cat from a dimension far away.
The cat was magical and true.
It had purple fur,too.
The cat had nine eyes.
With yellow,rich color.
It floats,not flies.
And her fur shines.
The name of the breed was certainly unique.
""Purple ,arabic cat"".
The breed was certainly magical.
And something from a story-like.
The cat appeared in front of me with a friendly face.
And purred,rubbing its face onto my legs.
Maybe the cat was a magical being. ...
It was about a cat from a dimension far away.
The cat was magical and true.
It had purple fur,too.
The cat had nine eyes.
With yellow,rich color.
It floats,not flies.
And her fur shines.
The name of the breed was certainly unique.
""Purple ,arabic cat"".
The breed was certainly magical.
And something from a story-like.
The cat appeared in front of me with a friendly face.
And purred,rubbing its face onto my legs.
Maybe the cat was a magical being. ...
#dreams
#hope
#motivational #uplifting
#motivational #uplifting
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Published
7th Feb 2025 10:49am
7th Feb 2025 10:49am
Treasure Within
I think that everyone is a treasure.
Everyone is unique.
And when everybody is different,life is never bleak.
I see people as item filled treasure chests.
Quite literally,you could say.
Everyone's souls look a different way.
Some chests are full of rats.
And moldy cheese and fruit.
Some seem like they are filled with mold.
But are filled with the rarest treasures you've seen.
The ones who say they are filled with mold.
Can be the most different people you've seen.
I think that anyone could be a treasure. ...
Everyone is unique.
And when everybody is different,life is never bleak.
I see people as item filled treasure chests.
Quite literally,you could say.
Everyone's souls look a different way.
Some chests are full of rats.
And moldy cheese and fruit.
Some seem like they are filled with mold.
But are filled with the rarest treasures you've seen.
The ones who say they are filled with mold.
Can be the most different people you've seen.
I think that anyone could be a treasure. ...
#hope
#motivational
#philosophical
#prose
#uplifting
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