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A letter to you

A gentle reminder There will be struggles There will be obstacles But never run Never push people away Take advantage of them And learn

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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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Lily

FreeWriting

Torment

The tears we shed are not only that of pain. It might be of torment. The torment of not knowing the unknown. We are scared of things that are yet to come. Things that are yet to form. Some might hide, and some might run. But it will always come just for fun. It lurks in the shadows, driving you insane. It enjoys the torment, it thinks it's a game. It feeds off the pain. You can only pray. We all have that fear. Some call it anxiety, and some call pain.

Torment
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Patra

FreeWriting

An Ode To The Soul.

A sweet poem that tells us what the soul reflects and how it functions.

An Ode To The Soul.
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Wesani Letsoalo

FreeWriting

My anxiety

Some challenges lead us to anxiety but we survive

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Opoku Lexicon

FreeWriting

The Untold Truth

The Untold Truth is part of a section of The Songs Of Lexicon titled religion that criticizes religion itself as a whole.

The Untold Truth
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Nona

FreeWriting

Up to you

I can't drag you into heaven or push you into hell.

Up to you
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Eddie Reign

FreeWriting

DINNER TABLE

My old lover showed up out of nowhere unannounced Without an invite Without an apology My old lover showed up hoping to once more drink from my cup This wounded cub dragged it's self to my door hoping to be nursed back to health Because that is what I do I breath life into you at your lowest You came as a block of wood and I carved you into a marvel After my waters ran dry you left to chase waterfalls and when the drought hit you dragged yourself over to my table You have no business being here

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Eirlysss

FreeWriting

Valiant

016 She's the girl full of glee, Each day she's smiling happily. She gives light to others' days, By her being bubbly. She's the girl full of dreams, In midnight cold she's burning her eyebrow on flame. She works hard to be the best, Even though it's hard she insists. She's the girl who is degraded by society, They say she dreams too big and is greedy. They said that she can't reach her goal, Because she's even lesser than a lump of coal. She's a girl who works with heart and passion, She proved

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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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Guest

FreeWriting

Help

This poem was written as an expression of how I feel, I'm glad that I could use poetry to express how I feel since this is only my second time doing so.

Help

Eirlysss

FreeWriting

At The Piano

008 Let our fingers dance. For now, let's cover ouselves with ignorance, For this too will end later Like a piano performance on the theater. Glide your fingers on the keys, Go and create perfect harmonies. Let your fingers dance on the piano. Let the music travels on the patio. Ease your mind and feel the piece's message. Play with your heart and unviel the mirage. May you hear my 'I love you' Hidden at this piano performance with you. At the piano I play, Hoping you understand what I relay. Th

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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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Angle Write

FreeWriting

Coffee

Treasure that cannot be spilled, You'll choked when not being cared That sweetness that gourmets search, The aroma which no one could match, Its bitterness is its natural fragrance As if its soaked on hot springs— Being mixed by Shiva's silver spoon, Filled upon Aphrodite's lovely cup— It was a masterpiece by the gods, As the essence of that resourceful taste; It will never end and fade in the tongues of man, It is such a reminiscing fantasy that no one wishes to wake up, As its savors spread up

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Eirlysss

FreeWriting

LAMENTATIONS OF A LIAR - Poems of Lamentations 001 -

021 Opening the box to unveil the truth; Searching for the right answer; Deciphering the lies and deception. But can you handle the crimson-colored fact? Lift the lid to see what's inside, But—be ready for you might get ruined. Now, open up your eyes to what you desire. Is the content to your liking? People hate lies and seek the truth, Without knowing that truth is more horrible than a lie. They abhorred the beautiful lies, But desire the painful truths. Ah really, what a bunch of fools. This i

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Emphatic Tunne

FreeWriting

THE PSYCHO'S CRANIUM

It's a playwright about mental instability, love and hurt.

THE PSYCHO'S CRANIUM
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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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Danoxford

FreeWriting

You Are My Home

Home is not a place but the one we cherish.

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Ivanka and TJ

FreeWriting

Society's standards, By I. Fendler and T. du Plessis

Why do you judge me? Is it because I cover my face with paint, or because I hide my features with attire. I do so because I am ashamed, ashamed of what you'll think of me. Am I normal? You judge my weight , but you look just like me. You say I'm ugly , but your cheeks are covered with spots . I see nothing wrong with you, but why do you hurt me so? I try to fit i n, but all you do is push me away. Society's standards cut deep like razorblades. I thought I was normal, but why do you tell me diffe

Society's standards, By I. Fendler and T. du Plessis
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TOVoM

FreeWriting

SHUTTERED

A wayfarer I have become on this desert, with pebbles in my shoe. With empty pouches, anxiousness makes my mouth dry and all I hear is the complaint of my belly. My HEART and MIND at war and I wonder, what will become of me if their mockery becomes ugly with time. And my wobbling limbs on the other hand will be out in no time, and for a second my death wishes were flashing before me. A seal is all I need, for I believed the wind will carry my wishes to my loved ones. To be dressed, viewed by all

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