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JOSEXZEZ

FreeWriting

The Tiny Stranger At George

One day at a pet shop, I met a man selling socks, For money he wanted to swap, But I really wanted some white fox. "Got any white fox?" asked I. "For that's how I'll spend my money." "No white fox here!" said the guy. He seemed to find it quite funny. "We've got some lovely crisps, I'll give you a very fine price." "I'd rather have some wisps." The man blinked rapidly thrice. The man seemed exceptionally energetic, And his manner was strangely amused. He wasn't what I would call electromagnetic,

The Tiny Stranger At George
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De Johnson

FreeWriting

Prayer

O Power whose presence is our soul's delight, From whom alone our being and our life Flow forth, and unto whom at last they drift, Accept our prayer to-night. For we are weak, and bowed with many a care, Oppressed with grief, and troubled with the sin That doth defile our souls and make us bare Of all that makes us kin. We pray for those we love, who are to us More dear than life itself, and for the rest Of all Thy children, whom Thou dost not thus Forsake and desolate. We pray for peace on eart

Prayer
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DIAMOND08

FreeWriting

A Melodramatic Poem About Cooking

In the bustling kitchen, the chef, a maestro in an apron, orchestrates a symphony of ingredients. The stove becomes a stage where carrots pirouette and onions transform in a culinary ballet. Garlic whispers secrets, spices waltz, and a medley of sizzles creates a sensory storm. The chopping board echoes with a rhythmic beat as knives dance in a culinary feat. The poem culminates in a finale where the chef, wielding a ladle as a wand, unveils a masterpiece; a culinary sonnet where senses prevail.

A Melodramatic Poem About Cooking
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Mr.gold

FreeWriting

Poem

Love

Poem
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Smartify ™ Poetry Publication

FreeWriting

Never Fade Away

Did you lose the book That held my phrases Or carelessly change it for the moonlight?

Never Fade Away
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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:feelings...

Poem: "Feelings " By (S. Shabeer) Feelings force me to cry, Makes me to joy, And also the feelings which compells Me to drop into the pool of affliction. My mind's notion is in motion, When realities smacking, Then heart and mind's combat begins, Which sundered me melancholy.

Poem:feelings...
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Donald Agwenge

FreeWriting

Love : A Wild Goose Chase

He falls in love with her physique and intellectual; but it ends up in tears. Is love an illusion?

Love : A Wild Goose Chase
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Arnay

FreeWriting

Dreams of imagination

Dreams of Imagination. In the depths of night, when the world is still, and the stars above, shine with a tranquil thrill. In this peaceful moment, my mind begins to roam, through memories and dreams, that I have yet to know. A world of wonder, awaits beyond the door, of my imagination, where anything is possible and more. From soaring through the clouds, to diving in the sea, my mind takes me on journeys, that set my spirit free. And in these moments, I am filled with pure delight, as I explore

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k1nOfficial

FreeWriting

Treasure: Hymn of the Birds

The subject of this poem is nature. I also used metaphors throughout the content of this poem. E.g..."The hymn of the birds The whoosh of the rivers The breeze of the mountain dews These are nature’s offer of a captivating paradise "

Treasure: Hymn of the Birds
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ORA

FreeWriting

IF YOU LOVE ME

If you love me Let me know And if you don't Let me go.... The dream break into a million tiny pieces The dream dies, which leaves me with a choice I can either settle for reality, or I can...... Go off like a fool and dream another dream The scariest thing about distance is.... You don't know of they would miss you or forget you, Pleasure of love lasts but a moment, pain lasts forever...... Thanks to you, I don't even recognize myself anymore. I can't wait for the day I would look at you and fee

IF YOU LOVE ME
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Faith Kabanda

FreeWriting

At The End Of It All

A short poem on love

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ALEXANDRIA

FreeWriting

RED

Standing at the balcony You're just staring at the sky I can see the sadness and pain in your eyes I know you've been hurt countless of times Life flies One thing is certain, and the rest is lies In my room, I can hear  your screams and cries The flower that once has bloomed forever dies

RED
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Mulimba

FreeWriting

Poem

Comedy

Poem
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Angle Write

FreeWriting

Think of Me

Remember me as a pen in your hand— You hold so I can stand, You guide me so I can walk; Persistent in letters and talk. Think of me as a tree— I grow as I stay with thee, To bear much fruit for you and me, I'll be still and be so merry. Imagine me as a bed— Lie in me if you're tired, A good sleep is all you need In you I'm perfectly suited. Meditate me as a waterfall— Consistently flowing but peaceful, Much relaxing and so cool, A company with you so meaningful.

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Rosheen Shoaib

FreeWriting

Poem: Freedom

Freedom Lonely as wind, soft as clouds I am alone in this world Waiting for someone to accompany me But no one is coming Everybody is selfish and emotionless Now I am tired And the wait is over The doors of my heart have been closed Now I want to be free Fly in the air like birds Free from all the worries Wandering here and there No grudge, no hate Only peace and freedom The only thing that I want Is to be free, free, and free! Written By : Rosheen Shoaib

Poem:  Freedom
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Ebadat ali

FreeWriting

poem

sad love poem

poem
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Poetry & Literature

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Lukman Nurudeen Images
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ImcalledDawn

FreeWriting

Astray

Dusk, City lights, Red, Green, Yellow, Orange, Kaleidoscopic, As if they had a life of their own. Sidewalks, Crowded with strangers, So close, Yet so distant. Taxi cabs, Busy streets, Leading nowhere near you

Astray
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Zaini

FreeWriting

Love poem

In the boundless sky, our love takes flight, Stars dance in the velvet night. Moonlight whispers secrets deep, As our souls in love, forever leap. Clouds like dreams, softly drift by, In our hearts, love's eternal sigh. With every dawn, a new embrace, Our love's story, time can't erase. So let us soar on wings of love, Guided by the stars above.

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