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Kuvonakala

FreeWriting

A shoulder to cry on

A shoulder to cry on A shoulder to cry on is better than gold, In dark times  it gives energy to go on. Lights that were turned off  will be turn on while it comforts like a mother to new born giving hope and erasing pain of what is gone. A shoulder to cry on help you to mourn providing company until you set on new dawn. It understand why you cry and what you lost. It doesn’t intent to show off hence it never fall short and comes from the least expected with no cost.

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Tyrandz

FreeWriting

Seldom

I was lonely one night and an inspiration came,so i thought of making that thiught into words. You are never alone out there,trust me

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shaan

FreeWriting

A Dancing Fire Within: From Silence to Excellence

"Within you lies an untamed spirit, a spark that yearns to ignite the world with its brilliance. Embrace the flames of your passion, let them dance and illuminate the path to greatness. With unwavering determination and relentless pursuit, transform your dreams into reality. Remember, you possess the power to create change, to inspire, and to leave an indelible mark upon this universe. So rise, embrace your destiny, and let your extraordinary journey begin."

A Dancing Fire Within: From Silence to Excellence
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sahil

FreeWriting

FREEDOM FROM EVERYTHING

This poem basically explains the struggle that I face in my life and how I feel being different from others

FREEDOM FROM EVERYTHING
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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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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.

shaan

FreeWriting

"The All-Seeing Deity: A Divine Ode"

In the realm unseen, a vigilant eye, A deity above, watching you and I. With tender care, our steps observed, Guiding us, when life's paths unnerved. A presence divine, encompassing all, Heeding our whispers, both big and small. Through darkest nights and brightest days, His guiding light forever ablaze. A merciful gaze, upon hearts burdened, Love's embrace, in moments uncertain. With grace bestowed, our worries allayed, In His embrace, solace is conveyed. Oh, divine observer, majestic and wise,

"The All-Seeing Deity: A Divine Ode"
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Trey_thee_poet

FreeWriting

Puppet

Your beauty bewitched me, Just like a moth drawn to a flame, You pulled me and I couldn't resist And just like a puppet You made me dance to your rhythm I was a hopeless romantic A slave to your love

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shaan

FreeWriting

Rain filled with tears 😢

In the pouring rain, tears streaming down, Silent screams echo without a sound. From the depths of your being, a cry released, A wound unseen, pain never ceased. When your heart plummets, heavy and low, I understand your storm, the tempest's blow. I know your melody, your soul's refrain, Though your story's secrets may remain. Diverse souls we bear, unique in our frame, Yet intertwined, connected all the same. For in shared experiences, we unite, Embracing the human journey's light.

Rain filled with tears 😢
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Aprateem

FreeWriting

Change

The poetries, that once Became, the voice to my feelings; Run behind me today, To engulf and torment me. Yes, those very same words, Instead of filling me with extacy, Haunts me today. Why?! Because People change! And words can not...

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Guest

FreeWriting

Poem on name Harika

In the fields of gold, Where the sunflowers sway, There stands a girl, so bold, Harika, is her name. With hair like silk, and eyes like stars, She walks with grace and poise, She tends to the crops and mends the bars, With her gentle, loving voice. She sings to the wind, and the wind replies, With a symphony of sound, And in her presence, all the world sighs, With love that knows no bound. For Harika is not just a girl, But a force of nature too, She brings light to the world, And makes all thin

M Helen

FreeWriting

The Value of Friendship and Paradise (Poem)

friends, colleagues, companions, I am happy with you. we always get along This bond is the most basic function. I am proud to be your partner. Friendship is our most precious religion. Let there be no trouble between you, If this bond is ever inseparable. Affection, sympathy, affection and passion, I am with you all. Friends, to you my heart is like heaven, It is important to know that friendship can be an invaluable asset in one's life.

The Value of Friendship and Paradise (Poem)
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De Johnson

FreeWriting

Loneliness

Loneliness: A Poem A void that eats away inside, A solitude that cannot hide. A constant ache, an empty space, A hollow feeling, without a trace. A lonely heart, a quiet mind, A longing for connection to find. A longing for love, for human touch, For someone who cares, who means so much. The silence deafening, the world so vast, No one to talk to, no one to last. A world so cruel, so cold, so grey, A life so empty, day after day. The pain so real, the tears so true, A soul so broken, a heart so

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Weird Hub

FreeWriting

THE SWEETNESS OF LIFE ("Poem")

Life just flows through you as a certain sweetness and beauty. The sweetness of life Is found in little things, A quiet moment, a flower's bloom, A kind word, a song's tune. It's there for all to see, But only if we take the time To look and listen carefully. The sweetness of life Is in each passing day, A moment of joy, a moment of play.

THE SWEETNESS OF LIFE ("Poem")
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De Johnson

FreeWriting

KINDNESS

A gentle touch, a kind word, A simple act of love, A helping hand, a smile, A heart that's full of love. A hug that warms the soul, A kind deed done in haste, A gentle voice, a kind thought, A moment of grace. A kind gesture, a kind heart, A moment of peace, A moment of joy, a moment of hope, A moment of kindness. A moment of love, a moment of care, A moment of understanding, A moment of compassion, a moment of grace, A moment of kindness.

KINDNESS
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Retro

FreeWriting

YOU + ME

This poem tells a short tale of the character’s inability to balance loving him/herself and loving others.

YOU + ME
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Muhammadkamran

FreeWriting

Life

Life Life is a journey, full of ups and downs With twists and turns, and frequent rounds Of laughter and tears, of joy and pain Of sunshine and rain, that always remains. It's a rollercoaster, with peaks so high That take us to the sky, and touch the sky And valleys so low, that test our might But we rise and grow, with all our might. It's a tapestry, woven with care Of threads of hope, and threads of flair Of memories sweet, and lessons learned And love that burns, that always yearns. It's a pr

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shaan

FreeWriting

"Beloved Mother: The Eternal Flame of Love"

In the realm of love, a celestial presence, A beacon of warmth and unwavering essence. She is a mother, beyond mere mortal ties, A symphony of grace that never dies. Her gentle touch, a soothing balm, Calming storms, bringing tranquil calm. With eyes that hold a universe of care, She embraces all burdens, willing to bear. Her voice, a melody, soft and serene, Whispering wisdom, a lullaby unseen. In her embrace, fears find their release, A sanctuary of love, a shelter of peace. She nurtures dream

"Beloved Mother: The Eternal Flame of Love"
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King

FreeWriting

Love Unknown

Written thoughts of how it feels to be in love with someone not existing.

Love Unknown
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shaan

FreeWriting

The poor grape seller boy(poem)

In the scorching heat, a boy stands tall, Selling grapes, his dreams he recalls. A humble soul, with calloused hands, He weaves his way through life's vast lands. Each grape he holds, a story untold, Of resilience and hope, so bold. With every cluster, he shares a taste, Of perseverance and strength embraced. Beneath the sun, his spirit shines bright, A symbol of courage in the harshest plight. Through dust and toil, he perseveres, A silent poet amid life's tears. In his presence, a lesson we fi

The poor grape seller boy(poem)
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