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De Johnson

FreeWriting

Ray Of Hope

When darkness falls and shadows creep, And all around seems lost in sleep, A glimmer breaks through, a ray of hope, A light that shines, a way to cope. It beckons us to rise and fight, To push through fear and take to flight, To trust that dawn will soon arrive, And all that's lost, we can revive. The ray of hope is a guiding star, That leads us on, no matter how far, It fills our hearts with strength and power, And gives us courage for every hour. So when the world seems bleak and grim, And all

Ray Of Hope
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Eirlysss

FreeWriting

When I Grow Up

031 When I grow up, I'll be able to fight the monsters under my bed, beat them to a pulp, defeat them and be a victor. I'll stomp on them, like how they bruised my courage. I'll punch them hard to the point they'll fly away. When I grow, I'll be tall enough to climb the tree, hopping unto each branches to grab the fruits. I'll be able to stand still with my strong limbs. I'll be big enough to carry my body while dangling. When I grow up, I'll be able to fight my bullies, countering them without

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Stereos writes

FreeWriting

The global motto

Do not follow the norms And just mover with the waves Learn to standout Be different

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Rina Blue

FreeWriting

"Un-dead"😈

Written back on 11/26/2021, long before all this madness. "Un-dead" are beings who have risen from the dead and have over-human abilities.

"Un-dead"😈
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Drich The Poet

FreeWriting

The Inner Terrorist

The Inner Terrorist. By Drich The Poet. In my ups and downs It comes Confined in my place of solitude I’m a prisoner in myself Seeking salvation every single time I see they want to see it And de-capitalize me for pleasure's sake They call it addiction I call it a terrorist. A terrorist without a weapon. It comes knocking like an ordered Uber Dressed in a camo tank outfits With candies and lollipop for me If I try to hide, where will that be? From the sound of my alarm To the clap of my padlock

The Inner Terrorist
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jebu

FreeWriting

Poem

Wrong jebunnesa jebu The biggest mistake in life is wrong love Devoting yourself to the search for pearls. We forget to choose a life partner But what can not be fixed in purity? Why stay on unnecessary arguments? Why not admit mistakes? One mistake leads to ten injustices There is no way to fix it. Everyone should have time to look back Nothing happens but even so, Arrange anything beyond the limit All life has to be accounted for. ☘☘☘☘☘☘☘☘

Poem
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Tazix

FreeWriting

Alice and the hatters curse

Mad

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Art and Literature

FreeWriting

LUKMAN NURUDEEN BIOGRAPHY AND POEMS

Brief biography and poems of Lukman Nurudeen Adeniyi

LUKMAN NURUDEEN BIOGRAPHY AND POEMS
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Rick Vernon

FreeWriting

Lonely Mountain

My own poem

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Marie.

FreeWriting

The unheard noise.

They are always loud and present.

The unheard noise.
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Joewoski

FreeWriting

Poem

May you treat May your treat be tasty, May your pumpkin pie yummy With a special payer in your heart, Make your day more awesome, Because that will make you feel the glee, I hope you would agree, Happy Thanksgiving Day to you!

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zoar

FreeWriting

A Friend

It's my happiness

A Friend
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Manvic

FreeWriting

Love Poem

A gentle word like a spark of light, Illuminates my soul, And as each sound goes deeper, It’s YOU that makes me whole.”

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Shahid

FreeWriting

The Red Wheelbarrow

BY WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens

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Acechief

FreeWriting

Wrath in a teacup

Tea, hot or cold, like a woman's wrath will flush through A woman's wrath is a cartel mystery A blend of gravel and wool So cold it burns bridges So hot it freezes passion A woman's wrath is tea An overwhelmed waitress serves the whole place, some passerbys even partaking, but the one who's order it is, just behind her, waiting and weary of being served I have been undone in needing calm and warmth I swore never again, deciding to find by myself But By the river you find them sweet and saucy Ben

Wrath in a teacup
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De Johnson

FreeWriting

Victory

A moment of triumph, A feeling of joy, A sense of accomplishment, A prize to enjoy. The hard work and dedication, The sweat and the tears, The long hours and effort, All paid off in the end. The goal was achieved, The dream was won, A victory of the heart, A champion has been born.

Victory
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Guest

FreeWriting

Resilient Dawn's Grace

MIRROR, kind and true, No judgment, just a view. BED, a friend in need, Listening as problems feed. DREAM, an escape's embrace, Reality's troubles we erase. RAIN, tears from the sky, Crying with you, never shy. DARKNESS, a hidden space, Your pain it will embrace. SHOWER, washing pain away, With each drop, a brighter day. MUSIC, healing artful sound, Heart's solace easily found. GOD, a guiding light, Through the darkest night.

Opoku Lexicon

FreeWriting

An Advice About Life

A page from a section of The Songs of Lexicon entitled, A Father's Words, which is about a father advising his son.

An Advice About Life
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TOVoM

FreeWriting

HAVEN

Until the clouds cry out all of it's tears, Until the sun is out of its energy and can't give out light, until the moon and stars expire and become extinct. My love for you and our love will never die. As long as you can hear or see me, nothing else matters and it is more than enough reason for me to love you unconditionally. I'm human and can err, yet I would love to believe that with you in my mind and heart error is not part of my language. Even when you're far away from me your love makes me

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mghahr

FreeWriting

A poem about winter

Here's a humorous poem about a grumpy old man who doesn't want to participate in winter activities: Oh Rajab Zamstran, oh grumpy old man, Why do you resist the winter plan? The snow is fallin g, the fire is lit, But you refuse to join in the fun and grit. You scowl and grumble, you shake your head, "I won't play in the snow," you say instead. You cross your arms, you furrow your brow, Like a grouchy cat, you won't let go. But why, dear Rajab, must you be so sour? Winter's joy is worth much more.

A poem about winter
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