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Sophia1

FreeWriting

`Tonight

Used by permission of W.W. Norton & Company, Inc. Source: Call Me Ishmael Tonight:

`Tonight
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Sammy4Jesus

FreeWriting

WISDOM POETRY

Now I get the point, that it's all test They value you like irreplaceable Your worth goes beyond regress Even so pretties won't let you rest Embrace you at every little success Listen! Listen!! I got advice for you Be not carried away by the applause Or by their long loud cheers Let it not overflow your heart I get that Yes the hails are encouraging It's fine that the crowd admire you Take heed least you fall, Man of God When beauties try to win your heart Set Biblical standards as you relate Gi

WISDOM POETRY
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Victorious pen ✍️

FreeWriting

Courage

Being patience in life will lead to success by taking the bold step of having a courageous mindset

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Robbie_ranel

FreeWriting

Incarcerated

The poem is about being afraid to be who i am because of the hatred and Rejection i will face if i don’t live to society's expectations of living.

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Opoku Lexicon

FreeWriting

Belinda

Superstar's Rhymes for his love, The Goddess of Beauty

Belinda
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Anam

FreeWriting

Poetry: Madness

This poetry is a satire on Shakespearean plays and also an urge for writing like him.

Poetry: Madness
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Mulimba

FreeWriting

Marriage or Obligation

Often in Africa, or in many parts of the world People don't marry because they are actually prepared, But because the circumstances led them to do it as if it were something better in the world. Was it marriage or an obligation? Since people are already united! Getting married because the parents made it or because there are no conditions for survival, In an insecure environment, full of uncertainties about the future That forces someone to choose the path of marriage to stop the influence of in

Marriage or Obligation
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artpoeticoncept

FreeWriting

IF THEY LOVE YOU, THEY'LL COME BACK

Poem for the broken souls. Have you been deserted by someone you love? A father, mother, sibling or close friend? Always remember "If they love you they'll come back" and if they don't, move on!!!

IF THEY LOVE YOU, THEY'LL COME BACK
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penmind

FreeWriting

Soulful Threads: Navigating Digital Labyrinths

"Soulful Threads": Elian and Alina's metaphoric digital journey towards authenticity. Philosophical conversations unravel avatars, revealing the human longing for real bonds. A call to bridge the virtual-authenticity divide.

Soulful Threads: Navigating Digital Labyrinths
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Kelvin writes

FreeWriting

Give Your Black Boy A Flower

Your black boy Is a garden of stumps, his heart is rooted out of a fertile ground for you to plant a dream on his Humus skin. he Is a machine Void of human language. He understands solely, his breath on your skin and the sweet nectar of your pineapple lips. Again, he is an illustrative painting of your dad. He watches you grow Into his arms like sweet alyssums sprouting in early winter as he lays on your flower bed nurturing his lovelessness into something. And of all that he deserves... the ros

Give Your Black Boy A Flower
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Shivam bhumi

FreeImage

Sad poetry

About love

Sad poetry
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Bea Krishia

FreeImage

Title: Embracing My Passions Poetry, Badminton, Books, Movies, and Music

the explore of passions that light up my life and inspiration.I have discovered a world of self-expression and comforts. poetry is to express depths of my emotions, thought. And I Enjoy of playing badminton. Books enhance my vocabulary, imagination and inspiration, learning and Movies are my comforters, providing solace teach me about life, I find solace in the embrace of music.transport me to a serene sea, where I can sit on the sand and let my imagination free, comforting me.

Title: Embracing My Passions
Poetry, Badminton, Books, Movies, and Music
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Ghulam Raza Almani/Badin.Pakistan

FreeImage

شام جو هي پهر

شام جو هي پهر Evening poetry in sindhi #sindhipoetry555

شام جو هي پهر
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Lisa

FreeWriting

I'm just one (poetry)

They say I'm two, but I'm just one, A mystery to unravel, yet to be undone. I stand before them, flesh and bone, But they see two, a duality unknown. They question my existence, my very being, As if two souls within me are disagreeing. But I assure them, with every breath I take, That I am one, my heart and soul at stake. They point to my contradictions, my every flaw, As if two personas within me are at war. But I tell them, with every word I speak, That I am one, my identity not weak. For I am

I'm just one (poetry)
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Queen 👑

FreeImage

Islamic

Achi batye sab tak pohnchye plz thanku

Islamic
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Mirchi

FreeImage

Tere bin season 2 Trending Pakistani drama

Tere bin season 2 Trending Pakistani drama
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ReVoice

FreeWriting

The Isolated Porcupine

A poem about little porcupine

The Isolated Porcupine
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IMaxG

FreeWriting

By the river side.

By the river side, A peaceful retreat Where a gentle breeze blows And the sun's heat The birds chirping and singing, The trees blowing in the wind, The grass swayed in harmony, The water trickled in a gentle din. The sound of the river soothes my soul, The scent of the grass sweet and bold The sight of the river, so clear and blue, It's beauty like nothing I ever knew. The river side, A place of solace and peace, Where I can go to find A calming release

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kolly_writes

FreeWriting

Poetry

Hard shell, thick skin Slow pace, leave a trail Thick trail, beautiful scenery Companionship of like mind Like wise carry each other through the thick bush Of unchattered, scary, dangerous, beautiful scenery Grow skin and hard shell on the road untraveled, slow leave a trail!

Poetry
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Kwealth Tv

FreeWriting

JOURNAL OF A WHORE

It was on a bright weekend early afternoon. As I remained there ringing the doorbell tenderly, somebody pulled my pants. "Mom, mom, convey me." Cried a minuscule sharp voice. I really wanted no heavenly messenger to let me know what its identity was. Obviously, it was the voice of my three years of age little girl. If by some stroke of good luck she knew how chaotic it was lifting her up as she had put on a ton of weight as of late. Perhaps more than her age mates however at that point, a mother's affection wouldn't allow me to overlook the little one, regardless of whether I needed to. "Great sky," I murmured, feigned exacerbation, and scooped her up in my arms.

JOURNAL OF A WHORE
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