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Emmzzy vibez

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Nigeria my pride

Nigeria is renowned for its diversity, with a mix of cultures, religions, and traditions that make up its people. Despite facing various challenges, such as poverty and corruption, Nigerians are known for their strength and resilience. They have a vibrant energy and an unbreakable spirit, which allows them to overcome obstacles and strive for a better future. This combination of diversity, and strength makes Nigeria a unique and dynamic country with great potential for growth and success.

Nigeria my pride
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Floxypoem

FreeWriting

Silent longing part 2

a love peom of a girl who cannot express her feeling to the guy she loves

Silent longing part 2
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Smartify ™ Poetry Publication

FreeWriting

The Poet's Realm

An amazing poem from an anonymous poet. Do you like the poem bellow?

The Poet's Realm
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De Johnson

FreeWriting

Monday blessing

A Monday morning blessing to you, To start the week with a heart of joy. Let peace and love fill your soul, And grant you the strength to find your goal. May you always find comfort in the small things, And the courage to take risks and spread your wings. As you rise today, may your spirit be renewed, So you can take on whatever comes your way with ease. Here's a Monday morning blessing to you, To bring you hope and courage too.

Monday blessing
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Piks king

FreeWriting

Top three words of love from B.J Habibie .

If you are experiencing romance problems read these words so that your relationship can be repaired again because separation is not the end.

Top three words of love from B.J Habibie .
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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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Suck_up

FreeWriting

In the tall grass

Warning: This is a dark poem, some people might be triggered, others comforted, read at your own risk

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Guest

FreeWriting

love tone

In the presence of the sun, longing grows Love's melody touches the heart, flowing peacefully Harmony in a snippet of words, eternal in the soul In the depths of the inner self, united in true love Sacred rhythm, enchanting melodies play Every breeze caresses with a gentle touch Love embraces, bringing peace to the depths of the soul In 30 words, a remarkable poem is born Love's radiance shines, piercing through the darkness Within the heart, lies unspoken meaning The power of love

Adrianavit

FreeWriting

flowers in autumn

In autumn's gentle embrace they bloom, Flowers of every color, dispelling gloom, A symphony of petals, nature's art, Whispering tales from the heart. Amidst the golden leaves, they sway, A dance of beauty in the sun's last ray, Bold and fragile, a paradox so true, Capturing time's essence in every hue. The air grows crisp, the days grow cool, Yet the flowers flourish, defying the rule, For in this season of change and decay, They remind us that beauty never fades away.

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Stephen

FreeWriting

I Am With You

In the shadows dark or sunlight's gleam, I am with you, a guiding beam. Through trials faced, you're not alone, I am with you, steadfastly sown. When winds of change start to blow, I am with you, a calming flow. Through stormy seas and skies of blue, I am with you, forever true. In laughter shared and tears that fall, I am with you, through it all. In moments of joy and sorrow's strife, I am with you, your constant life.

I Am With You
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A. J

FreeWriting

Growing old

What is it to grow old? Is it to lose the glory of the form, The lustre of the eye? Is it for beauty to forgo her wreath? —Yes, but not this alone.

Growing old
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shaan

FreeWriting

love

In the realm of love, my heart took flight, A melody of emotions, pure and bright. Boundless passion, like an eternal flame, Love's enchantment, I can never tame. With every beat, my heart whispers your name, A symphony of longing, a burning flame. In your embrace, I find solace and peace, Love's sweet surrender, a divine release. Your touch, a gentle breeze upon my skin, Ignites a fire, a love that's never been. In your eyes, I see a reflection of my soul, A love story written, destined to unfo

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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

B.R. McElhaney

FreeWriting

America

This is a poem about America, past, present, and where the author wonders about the countries future as impacted by the proliferation of TV. (and now, by extension, social media) Written by my father in 1990, posting with permission after his passing.

America
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yaya

FreeWriting

Overwhelmed

i wrote this poem a while ago

Overwhelmed
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Eloya Somaine

FreeWriting

MUSIC

Music is a poem about a woman seeking the acknowledgment of her lover.

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M Abbas

FreeWriting

Negative Thinking.

Definition. Negative thoughts are cognitions about the self, others, or the world in general that are characterized by negative perceptions, expectations, and attributions and are associated with unpleasant emotions and adverse behavioral, physiological, and health outcomes.

Negative Thinking.
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Guest

FreeWriting

Crazy Death

A poem to those we have lost in time past and we really miss them

Crazy Death

Nageen khan

FreeWriting

Success

It's hard to focus on things. When it is part of cringe. To be aware of fruitlessness. To be in the valley of hopelessness. Success is fantasy, born for praise. Access to it might burn your face.

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Angela

FreeWriting

The Woman Who Came In From the Night

The second of Picasso's two full-length plays from the 1940s, Les Quatre Petites Filles, has been translated by Jerome Rothenberg from work he started a few years ago. The passage that Rothenberg uploaded on Poems and Poetics is witty and lovely, evoking Mac Wellman's play Jennie Richee and Ashbery's Girls on the Run. We'd love to read the complete play, but perhaps the Henry Darger connection is too obvious. Note from the translator: Although there may not be as much flash as in the more well-k

The Woman Who Came In From the Night
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