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Again The Second Coming

✓ Again The Second Coming ✓ [ Inspired by ©W. B. Yeats "The Second Coming" ] ✓ Improve English @ rovlo.blogspot.com

Again The Second Coming
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Blessing

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Behind the smiles

This is a portrait that explains what's behind the hurdles of her life

Behind the smiles
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Fashionistas World

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Lukman Nurudeen

Lukman Nurudeen
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Fashionistas World

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Lukman Nurudeen

Lukman Nurudeen
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Fashionistas World

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Lukman Nurudeen

Lukman Nurudeen
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Fashionistas World

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Lukman Nurudeen

Lukman Nurudeen
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Fashionistas World

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Lukman Nurudeen Adeniyi Poems

Lukman Nurudeen Adeniyi Poems
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Fashionistas World

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Lukman Nurudeen Adeniyi Poems

Lukman Nurudeen Adeniyi Poems
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@dirge.de.votd

FreeWriting

Dear Love

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Dear Love
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Immortal October

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Dry Land

If there was a someone, An island upon which to rest, I'd beach myself so gladly, From this ocean I detest, Be my refuge from the tides, They drag me under often, I wish to wake upon dry land, Marooned at daylight's dawning. If your arms are my salvation, I'll shipwreck this drowning heart, Be glad to wade through waves, To make a brand new start, There has to be a sand bar, Upon which I'll stand and view, Much better things to come, I only pray those things mean you.

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Right Corner

FreeWriting

How Do You Want to Die?

A Poem by: Danje E.B

How Do You Want to Die?
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Eirlysss

FreeWriting

THE MOON'S REFLECTION

022 The mood above is as calm as always, the exact opposite of my heart's beatings. Its reflections on the clear waters make me feel closer to its bench, so close and just within my reach. And yet, it was far and beyond me, too far and impossible to hold his regime. I loved the moon, the calm and serene moon. But it was too much, too deep for me to atone. It would always belong somewhere, somewhere only the likes of it can enter. And I would just continue to look up at its supremity, ignoring th

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S. Shabeer

FreeWriting

Poem: thoughts

Poem: Thoughts S.Shabeer Some mistakes are cute, But some are rude, So better to be mute, In the swings of mood. Talk your heart out, But not with crowd, As only with them, With whom you proud.

Poem: thoughts
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Marie.

FreeWriting

The unheard noise.

They are always loud and present.

The unheard noise.
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Evaisally

FreeWriting

REGRETS AND TEARS

Seeing people happy and loved brings out tears because I see what I lost. Regrets is the emotion left in me wishing it never happened because it hurts to be stung by the pleasure of our memories which can't be bought. Deceived by your flawless facade oblivious that I'll be damaged. Yes being hurt for a year but no droplets of tears...just the consistent fears. Someone please drag me from this pit of darkness and loneliness, but I miss you so much that I forgot you hurt my feelings regardless. Wo

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Eirlysss

FreeWriting

LAMENTATIONS OF A LIAR - Poems of Lamentations 001 -

021 Opening the box to unveil the truth; Searching for the right answer; Deciphering the lies and deception. But can you handle the crimson-colored fact? Lift the lid to see what's inside, But—be ready for you might get ruined. Now, open up your eyes to what you desire. Is the content to your liking? People hate lies and seek the truth, Without knowing that truth is more horrible than a lie. They abhorred the beautiful lies, But desire the painful truths. Ah really, what a bunch of fools. This i

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Eirlysss

FreeWriting

The Tattoo On My Ring Finger (Inspired from TXT's Song)

020 Together, we bought that shiny ring, our promises and dreams, on this piece of metal cling. The smiles and laughter that we shared, the warmth of your kisses and hugs are now lost in the maze's dead-end. Your traces are gone, vanished without a trace. All that's left is this mark on my ring finger that I always caressed. Your place beside the bed feels cold, I'm missing your smell, my life feels void. The tattoo on my ring finger is now a memory, a memory where you are mine in my every day.

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Guest

FreeWriting

Reflection poem

The scariest thing I ever had To encounter Wasn't a ghost, or a big scary Monster It was a reflection I saw as I looked in the Mirror The moment I had to face All the dark parts I tried hard to erase Yet as I looked a bit closely At the eyes starring back at me I realized they were still there Untouched and unfazed Waiting for the day To be let out of their cage

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Their Love

THEIR LOVE Out of the rising of the sun, the thought of feeling special has descended into the hearts of two soul. The desire to be appreciated has grown wings and the wings flourish with ointment of enticing from his heart to her soul. Soul sort after soul, and life sort help mate to become a figure with balance digits. The seed of affection dropped Into the fertile ground of their hearts and it grows a tree of value for them both

Their Love

Tori

FreeWriting

Life and it’s challenges

Talked about common life challenges

Life and it’s challenges
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