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Thebeezybee

FreeWriting

THE GIRL CHILD

I am a seed, Planted in this soil called life. In me lies fruits, Fruits that will last for generations to come. Fruits that can either be a daughter or a son, a woman or a man, a mother or a father, a sister or a brother, a wife or a husband. Nurture me, Do not torture me, Prune me, Do not hewn me, Love me, Do not hate me, Give me wings to fly high like a bird for I am the girl child. @thebeezybee

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Jesmin

FreeWriting

Father's Love

Every father loves his child a lot. My father also loves me a lot. I am proud of him.

Father's Love
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Kech

FreeWriting

LEGACY

Setting up a good pace

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Tazix

FreeWriting

Alice and the hatters curse

Mad

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Lonely soul

FreeWriting

ABYSS

a poem about a girl who has been through the pains of love but cannot share

ABYSS
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Joanne

FreeWriting

Dream deferred

What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up,like a raisin in the sun? Or foster like a sore,and then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over,like a syrup sweet? Maybe it just says,like a heavy load Or does it explode? What happens to justice deferred? What happens to love deferred?

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k1nOfficial

FreeWriting

Petrichor: His Gaze so Gloomy and Blue

see k1nofficial.blogspot.com for more poems

Petrichor: His Gaze so Gloomy and Blue
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Nkirote

FreeWriting

POEM

This is a poem about a woman, her beauty and stregth.

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Tazix

FreeWriting

Love

This is to my love

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Eirlysss

FreeWriting

Unknown

023 These unknown feelings are creeping inside my heart. Confused whether it is love or merely attraction. You are a big figure, shinning under the spotlight, while I am an ordinary human, thriving under pressure. During midnight, thoughts about you are swirling inside my mind. Do I like you as you, or do I like your fame? Am I just drown in your life's glory, or I really want you? It's confusing, like a whirlpool in the middle of the ocean. You are someone way beyond my reach, even though we me

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Opoku Lexicon

FreeWriting

A New Chapter in Life

A New Chapter in Life is a piece from a section of The Songs of Lexicon entitled Birthday Wishes which aims to put a smile on the faces of those who are celebrating their birthdays.

A New Chapter in Life
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Cybree

FreeWriting

Love

A poem about girl betrayed by her lover

Love
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zoar

FreeWriting

A Friend

It's my happiness

A Friend
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Enrique1997

FreeWriting

Poetry co

I am a boy who lives in Colombia and my dream to be a writer, I share a poem from my book thoughts of the heart, I hope you like it.I'll be the prince who heals any wound that exists in your heart, with my tenderness I will wrap your soul.

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Amaka

FreeWriting

A poetry that I wrote.

That Day, I Fell In Love. As the sun emitted its rays like a shower of glistening sliver, Singing breeze swirled petals of salvia splendens And sent sweet notes of sandalwood, mint and sage, Scents that eloped strong, masculine shoulders, A sanctuary when I was scared, a cushion when I snoozed, As he scooped my face and stroked my cheeks, Starred so deep into my eyes that it pierced my soul, And sparked off a swarm of butterflies as I shuddered, Every second, I showed the symptoms of a lass in l

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Opoku Lexicon

FreeWriting

The Other Man's Tragedy

A page from The Songs Of The Other Man from Songs of Lexicon.

The Other Man's Tragedy
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Daniyo21

FreeWriting

The Storm Is Over

The poem is about the peace that comes after trying time

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Shahid

FreeWriting

The Red Wheelbarrow

BY WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens

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Haya Bhatti

FreeWriting

I Like for You to Be Still

I like for you to be still: it is as though you were absent,and you hear me from far away and my voice does not touch you.It seems as though your eyes had flown awayand it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth. As all things are filled with my soulyou emerge from the things, filled with my soul.You are like my soul, a butterfly of dream,and you are like the word Melancholy. I like for you to be still, and you seem far away.It sounds as though you were lamenting, a butterfly cooing like a dove.

I Like for You to Be Still
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Joanne

FreeWriting

Infant Sorrow

My mother groaned,my father wept Into the dangerous world I leapt Helpless,naked,piping, loud Like a friend hid in a cloud Struggling in my father's hands Striving against my swaddling-bands Bound and weary I thought best To suck upon my mother's breast

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