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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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Opoku Lexicon

FreeWriting

A Birthday Wish From Lexicon And The Fantastic Four

A Birthday Wish composed by myself and four of my closest high school friends, namely, Dr Rhyme AKA Superstar, Don Diego De Shotingo, Hygienic and Gill Sam to a certain lady in high school that has made it's way into the Songs of Lexicon.

A Birthday Wish From Lexicon And The Fantastic Four
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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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Spartanos ink.

FreeWriting

#SEASONAL POETRY

OVERBOARD CHAOS AND REVIVE

#SEASONAL POETRY
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Adrianavit

FreeWriting

Man and Dream

In the wide world, man walks, A heart full of dreams, hope ahead. Search for the meaning of life footprints in the sands of time Among the stars, the soul flies freely. Full of emotion joyful and also sad Humans dance on the stage of life. In a branching story they search for meaning Engraving traces of the story in the eternal destiny sheet. From stardust born man shines brightly But also vulnerable to the darkness that comes. Reaching for the stars, stringing dreams in the sky, Human, you are

Man and Dream
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Smartify ™ Poetry Publication

FreeWriting

Dangling in mid-air

New poem. Rate it...

Dangling in mid-air
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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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Kuvonakala

FreeWriting

Sonnet 7: will you still love me?

Sonnet 7: will you still love me? When this beauty fades will you still love me? This was her words questioning my intentions. I dwell in my mind before I manifest my Revelations, being analytical and honest not to be crème. My answer is the truth it do not decay with time for I don't want to be a subject of prosecution, and only truth will be my protection. Here is my answer for "will you still love me?" The subject of my love is the subject of your conduct. I love the peace that has bonded int

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Kech

FreeWriting

LOVE IN RELATIONSHIP

it more of spoken words

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Moba

FreeWriting

THE THIRD WORLD POLITICIAN

Here he is, The big man. He flaunts his money, To show the masses His affluent and wealth. And the rumours spread, That the big man, Was not a businessman. "But what could he be". They wondered. Which occupation, Made you as rich as a businessman? It was not carpentry, Nor was it bricklaying, Or blacksmithing, Then suddenly we knew! The big man, Was nothing but a politician. An occupation of the privileged Who never got tired of their occupation, Who did more bad than good, Whose personal intere

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AjiriPens

FreeWriting

OH MORNING!!!

Morning, a kind of fresh start reforming what seized to exist, peace. As for me I'll say my morning my peace.

OH MORNING!!!
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thedarkeststranger

FreeWriting

Memories of the Past

The poem reflects on the joyous moments of the past, where life was simpler and people savored simple pleasures. The power of memory, music, and writing in capturing and expressing these experiences is evident in the poem's language and imagery. It's a testament to the way in which memories shape our perceptions and emotions, and how music and writing can be powerful mediums for conveying them.

Memories of the Past
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Symply Raven

FreeWriting

ORIGIN

ORIGIN by Symply Raven. Appreciating African culture through poetry. Authenticity is our root

ORIGIN
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Eirlysss

FreeWriting

A Drifted Tale

002 Once upon a time, our love was blazing like the sun- warm, comforting, and suitable. Until the world played with spear and gun. We broke apart, we drifted along the brawl. We first met in front of your house's lawn, now, we end it tragically at that same place. Promises gone by, leaving feelings of affliction. All will be in memories, all those hugs and kisses. Time, distance, communication, and presence, we lose it all, and we slowly grew apart. In our promised place I felt your absence, re

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Piks king

FreeWriting

Kahlil Gibran's Words About Life

Hope it is useful. Thank you

Kahlil Gibran's Words About Life
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Utopia

FreeWriting

When We Fall

In the face of darkness, we stand tall, For hope is a beacon that conquers all, It's the strength to rise when we fall, In the grand symphony of life's call. When storms rage fierce and clouds obscure, Hope's the anchor, steadfast and sure, With each challenge, it grows more pure, A force within, forever to endure. In the depths of despair, it takes flight, Guiding us through the darkest night, With hope in our hearts, we'll ignite, A future where everything's set right. So hold onto hope with a

When We Fall
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De Johnson

FreeWriting

Guiding Angel

Oh guiding angel, blessed be, The light that shines so bright in thee, With wings unfurled and heart so pure, You lead us to a path so sure. Through darkest nights and raging storms, You keep us safe, so we transform, Our fears and doubts, our pain and grief, Into a strength that brings relief. You whisper softly in our ear, And wipe away each falling tear, You lift us up when we are down, And turn our frowns into a crown. With every step we take in life, You guide us through both joy and strife

Guiding Angel
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Tazix

FreeWriting

At the end

I wrote this to try and show how i felt when i realized that the facade that i put out was nothing more then a lie. The worst kind of lie because it robbed me of my identity leaving me a stranger within my self. Surrounded my the faces of people that claim to love me but the persistent question that never seemed to be answered is how can they when even i dont know me so how could they.

At the end
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Eirlysss

FreeWriting

Pied Piper

007 The children laughed just by the mention of his name. They understand the meaning of liberated that he claims, they understand the happiness that he spoke of. The only one who don't understand him were the adults. He took the children to play in the mountains, to laugh and get dirty while dancing and singing non-stop. He let them remember that they are still a child, a child that's supposed to run and get wild. He freed them from the shackles of society and obedience, letting them rebel to f

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Valentine W

FreeWriting

LONE SOUL

A writing going out to those who feel lonely yet they always wear a smile to cover their inner screams

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