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Eloya Somaine

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MUSIC

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

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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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Abid Mughal

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Beautiful poetry

Hamzray paray hazrat ali

Beautiful poetry
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Praizekene

FreeWriting

Shadow

Poetry

Shadow
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Smartify ™ Poetry Publication

FreeWriting

What Lies In Advance?

New poetic prose. Rate it...

What Lies In Advance?
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ネイサン

FreeWriting

Poem for my dieing dog

Poem for my dieing dog In the twilight of your life, you shine so bright, A loyal friend, my guiding light. With every wag, and every bark, You left an everlasting mark. Through fields we ran, in joy and glee, You were always there, right next to me. Now as you rest, in peaceful grace, Memories of our love, I'll always embrace. Your eyes, so gentle, your spirit so kind, A bond so strong, it's hard to leave behind. Though your time on Earth is drawing near, Know that I'll always hold you dear. As

Poem for my dieing dog
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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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Prakash

FreeWriting

Poetry

Poetry (derived from the Greek poiesis, "making"), also called verse,[note 1] is a form of literature that uses aesthetic and often rhythmic[1][2][3] qualities of language − such as phonaesthetics, sound symbolism, and metre − to evoke meanings in addition to, or in place of, a prosaic ostensible meaning. A poem is a literary composition, written by a poet, using this principle. The Parnassus (1511) by Raphael: famous poets recite alongside the nine Muses atop Mount Parnassus. Poetry has a long

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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.

flowers in autumn
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Malik Zayn

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Allma Iqbal the great philosopher

Iqbal's 'Jawab-e-Shikwa' (Response to the Complaint) is a poetic masterpiece that serves as a companion piece to his earlier work, 'Shikwa' (The Complaint). In 'Jawab-e-Shikwa,' Iqbal responds to the grievances expressed by humanity in 'Shikwa' with a powerful defense of God's wisdom and justice. Through intricate rhyme and profound metaphors, Iqbal explores themes of faith, destiny, and the human condition, offering a philosophical perspective on the challenges and trials of life.

Allma Iqbal the great philosopher
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Yoru

FreeWriting

The Echo Of Me

Is the person reflected in the mirror truly a version of yourself? Or are they merely a figment of your imagination? This piece touches on the subject of finding the best version of one's self in a world filled with doubt and dreams.

The Echo Of Me
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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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Kelvin writes

FreeWriting

IF HEAVEN HAD VISITING HOURS

If heaven had visiting hours, I would talk to God like I talk to myself, I want to see him shrug when I tell him I'm losing faith. I want to watch him stay quiet for a while, and say, God? What's on your mind? If heaven had visiting hours, I would take a stroll with Jesus when I feel depressed, I want his hands on my shoulder when I pour out my heart so I can look up in his eyes and say, you feel me right? cause friends are supposed to feel each other. If heaven had visiting hours, I wish we cou

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Bleeding Quill

FreeWriting

Effluxion

Of all the machinations of the divine. Man if'en thou feareth none, thoust must fear Time and its authority to corrode, erode and corrupt. It is time that undoes man and its effluxion that reduces mass and matter. Reader, in two centuries time would've reduced you to dust and obscurity! Such is! -Kudi Msughter (For the year 2100)

Effluxion
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De Johnson

FreeWriting

Mercy

Mercy is a gentle rain, That falls on the thirsty soul, It brings refreshment and peace, And makes the heart to grow whole. Mercy is a healing balm, That soothes the aching heart, It brings hope and comfort, And makes the darkness depart. Mercy is a guiding light, That shows the way through the night, It brings courage and strength, And makes the journey seem bright. Mercy is a precious gift, That comes from God above, It is a blessing beyond measure, And it is a gift of love.

Mercy
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Immortal October

FreeWriting

Dry Land

If there was a someone, An island upon which to rest, I'd beach myself so gladly, From this ocean I detest, Be my refuge from the tides, They drag me under often, I wish to wake upon dry land, Marooned at daylight's dawning. If your arms are my salvation, I'll shipwreck this drowning heart, Be glad to wade through waves, To make a brand new start, There has to be a sand bar, Upon which I'll stand and view, Much better things to come, I only pray those things mean you.

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Sindhi Poetry

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love sindhi poetry Ayoob Khoso

love sindhi poetry Ayoob Khoso

love sindhi poetry Ayoob Khoso
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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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Bea Krishia

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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

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شام جو هي پهر

شام جو هي پهر Evening poetry in sindhi #sindhipoetry555

شام جو هي پهر
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