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Okhai_aruna

FreeWriting

Underwater

Everything went dark before my eyes I tried to take my last breath But my lungs filled with water That seems to be the end The last thing I remembered Was how I slowly sank to the bottom of the pool And passed out A sinking mermaid What a stupid situation I just wanted attention Because my parents ignored me since childhood

Underwater
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Opoku Lexicon

FreeWriting

Beautiful Beyond Compare

A page from Superstar's Rhymes from The Songs of Lexicon about Belinda's true form.

Beautiful Beyond Compare
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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

Opoku Lexicon

FreeWriting

Different Worlds

A poem that brings to light the different worlds that we live in. Taken from different worlds from the Songs of Lexicon.

Different Worlds
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Akira

FreeWriting

These thoughts...

Have you ever been driven mad by thoughts?

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Frank

FreeWriting

To the rose that is red.

To unending love, to an enduring heart. "To the rose that is red," is a tail about a lover that never finds his true love but this never stops him from continuing to search for it.

To the rose that is red.
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Opoku Lexicon

FreeWriting

That which was supposed to bring warmth

What is this? This pain in my heart Why is it there? Because I gave away my heart That which was supposed to bring me warmth Brought me pain She who was supposed to help lick my wounds Became the source of my pain It's funny how life is Having relationships in life Simply is not easy It may be worse than being alone in life Words Of The Betrayed Songs of Lexicon LEXICON'S LEXICONS

That which was supposed to bring warmth
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Thebeezybee

FreeWriting

QUESTIONS

How can you appreciate love When you have never experienced hate How can you appreciate satisfaction When you have never experienced lack How can you appreciate the beauty of nature When you have never experienced blindness How can you appreciate the sound of music When you have never experienced deafness How can you appreciate peace When you have never experienced war How can you appreciate success When you have never experienced failure How can you appreciate light When you have never experien

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Okhai_aruna

FreeWriting

Alone

I cried for help Hoping someone would hear me But to no avail I received no response I closed my eyes Trying to wake up from this tormenting nightmare Hoping to see the light When my eyes are opened For the first time in forever I have never felt so helpless and alone I couldn't bear the silence anymore So I started shouting I ran out of breath Thinking maybe I was about to die At that point I couldn't think of anything more Than to end my life

Alone
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Saurav

FreeWriting

Social media

People are use social media

Social media
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Alexis karpouzos

FreeWriting

IS OUR FATE - ALEXIS KARPOUZOS

Poetry by alexis karpouzos

IS OUR FATE - ALEXIS KARPOUZOS
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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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Kelvin writes

FreeWriting

Give Your Black Boy A Flower

Your black boy Is a garden of stumps, his heart is rooted out of a fertile ground for you to plant a dream on his Humus skin. he Is a machine Void of human language. He understands solely, his breath on your skin and the sweet nectar of your pineapple lips. Again, he is an illustrative painting of your dad. He watches you grow Into his arms like sweet alyssums sprouting in early winter as he lays on your flower bed nurturing his lovelessness into something. And of all that he deserves... the ros

Give Your Black Boy A Flower
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Mr earnest

FreeWriting

Mysterious memories

It's an original script written by me. In this poetry, the writer references to the power of memories and compares the drops of raining with memories and the fear of losing his beloved concerns the writer. In the end, As raining comes to an end and memories disappear. Then the mind becomes colourless.

Mysterious memories
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yaya

FreeWriting

Overwhelmed

i wrote this poem a while ago

Overwhelmed
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Alen

FreeWriting

Atheism : Truth is like poetry, and most people hates poetry

Atheism is a belief system that holds that there is no deity or deities. It is often contrasted with theism, which is the belief in the existence of a deity or deities. While atheism is not a religion, it is a worldview that many people hold and it has a long history. Atheism can be traced back to ancient Greece, where philosophers such as Democritus and Epicurus rejected the idea of gods and instead advocated for natural explanations for the universe and human existence. In the modern era, athe

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Smartify ™ Poetry Publication

FreeWriting

The New Modernism Fate

This poem is written by Jennifer Dowson from United States of America. Poet's photo is attached with the poem. 🔥

The New Modernism Fate
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wordlessea

FreeWriting

Summer breeze

The winter comes, In the disguise of a rainy day. I felt so cold, I can't make you stay. You gave me, a short-time warmth. a love I thought, would stay in my arms.

Summer breeze
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thedarkeststranger

FreeWriting

The points accounts only when, millions others, follow now and then

Let me spit these rhymes first, before I get, to the points, and topic worst, Then the pick, of your crimes, sicking artist, to rehearse, From the core, sweating pore, swearing shore, with the daily chore, To study, with a buddy, for a lady, to be daddy, and be quite shady, With the quiet passion, tearing nights, with compassion, wearing whites, onto mansion, Gearing diet, with a pension, while hearing, me right from, the pension, Cheating the bloody, diddy tension, to beat the Jade e-invasion,

The points accounts only when, millions others, follow now and then
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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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