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Richie Kharis

FreeWriting

ONCE A LOVER, NOW A DEVIL by Richie Kharis

She told him "I hate you," but he took it as a joke Her smile was deceiving and her voice was relieving He only saw an angel with a figure like an eight And never bothered to take note of her repeated joke He told her, " Look, I love you—I'll take a blow for you." But she looked at him smiling as if his words were untrue Yes, I know, but I still hate you because that is what I do Again, he waved, but this time those words came sinking through I see you working, defending me, and fighting for me

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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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Shaan

FreeWriting

"A Love's Embrace on Roses' Road."

In a world adorned with blooms of grace, Where love's embrace finds its embrace, Through sunlit skies and moonlit nights, A tale unfolds of love's delights.

"A Love's Embrace on Roses' Road."
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Donald Agwenge

FreeWriting

Love : A Wild Goose Chase

He falls in love with her physique and intellectual; but it ends up in tears. Is love an illusion?

Love : A Wild Goose Chase
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Moba

FreeWriting

There was a country

Once! There was a country That held hope for her people Whose leaders were the youths role models Whose people were the most disciplined Whose military were the nation's pride Whose students were the nation's erudite Whose economy prospered and flourished Yes! There was a country Whose neighbours were envious Whose citizens were contented Whose environment was friendly and peaceful Whose military strength, Was nothing compared to her neighbour's Yet she was satisfied and happy There was a countr

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Acechief

FreeWriting

A Priceless Pi - To Mine Or Not To Mine

This Pi I mine Is mine Not mine really It’s hers She’s unaware Yet I see on her stories Taunt of those who mine A wise man told her Of how hopeless and lazy we are Conmen everywhere But the future I promised her And the love it grooms Is built on the Pi I mine While in turn she mines me her heart – maybe Faith If this mine never sees light, later At least her heart would have become mine Honey Pie A priceless Pi

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zoar

FreeWriting

A Friend

It's my happiness

A Friend
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Kuvonakala

FreeWriting

A feeling

So often I smile without a course, and get lost in the moment laughing alone. The felicity I have is so sone, so that I laugh alone without a joke. All this wode because of persist intuition. A feeling without dimensions and edges yet in description can exhaust all pages, and on the surfaces its my ignition for instinct. A feeling that is very exciting, yet a rumor says it can be easily be extinct. A barrier of active and passive is fine margin. A feeling of perceptions and impressions. A feelin

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Stereos writes

FreeWriting

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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Zealous Frank

FreeWriting

A poem for her

Knock, knock, knock Beauty at morning's door After a night filled with adventures Dreams of christ and his unfailing love Multiple dimensions in a single world Different experiences before dawn War and chaos in a living void Death and loss like there's no law A very tough and strange night indeed And yet the princess sleeps with no worries With visions appearing like movies Five hours felt like an eternity One night feeling like twenty She is the best at it Because she got christ at the wheel Kn

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MoMo

FreeWriting

Just a beginner poem about a legend

Stay safe people

Just a beginner poem about a legend
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De Johnson

FreeWriting

Happiness is a Choice

Happiness is a choice, A decision we make each day, To embrace the joy within us, And let our worries fade away. It's not found in wealth or power, Or the things that we possess, But in the moments that we treasure, And the people that we bless. It's the laughter of children playing, The warmth of the sun on our skin, It's the love that we give and receive, And the peace that we find within. Happiness is a journey, Not a destination to reach, It's a state of mind and heart, That we can always ch

Happiness is a Choice
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Blaliy

FreeWriting

A POEM TITLED LONELINESS

To the lonely souls, don't worry, I've got you.

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De Johnson

FreeWriting

A Lesson in Respect: A Poem for a Disrespectful Child

Respect is a lesson that I must teach It's a lesson that I hope you'll reach It's not something that you can buy or sell It's a lesson that you must learn yourself It's not something that can be taken away It's something that you must learn to stay It's not something that you can ignore It's something that you must learn to explore Respect is a lesson that you must learn It's a lesson that will help you discern It's a lesson that will help you grow It's a lesson that will help you know It's a le

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Guest

FreeWriting

Miss you A poem that describes my feelings of my Mom not being with me

Miss you A poem that describes my feelings of my Mom not being with me

Miss you

A poem that describes my feelings of my Mom not being with me

Guest

FreeWriting

A poem

Beneath the sky, where dreams take flight, Stars twinkle in the velvet night, Whispers of the breeze in the trees, Nature's song, a gentle ease. In moments small or grand and bright, Life's a journey, a thrilling rite, With hope and love, we find our way, In this brief dance, we seize the day.

Manvic

FreeWriting

IN YOUR HEART. A FAMILY POEM

He was so proud of his little girl. It was her very first day of school. He walked with her to school that day, And she held his hand all the way. They walked together quiet and sad, A little girl and her loving dad. Into the school her father led, But he almost cried when she said, "Daddy, Daddy, please don't go. Don't leave me here all alone. I'll miss you if you go away, And I might need you; can't you stay?" "Little Daughter, please don't cry. You'll be okay, so dry your eyes. You have our memories in your heart. We're together though we're apart." He sat up front on her wedding day And cried as his daughter walked away. Later that night he watched her dance. He sat there waiting for his chance. The band started to play their song. Father and daughter danced along. She looked at him and saw a tear Then leaned and whispered in his ear, "Daddy, Daddy, I have to go. I hate to leave you all alone. I'll miss you when I go away, But if you need me then I'll stay." We're together..."

IN YOUR HEART. A FAMILY POEM
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PoemBoi

FreeWriting

A poem about pineapple on pizza

Pineapple on pizza, a sweet and tangy delight, A topping that brings together day and night. Its juicy flavor, a tropical escape, Complements the savory, it's a tasty trade. Some may say it's an abomination, But to those who love it, it's a celebration. The cheese, the sauce, the crust, oh so divine, With pineapple on top, it's a taste that's all-time. It may not be for everyone, that's plain to see, But to those who dare to try it, it's a symphony. A mix of sweet and salty, a harmony in play, A

A poem about pineapple on pizza
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Ebadat ali

FreeWriting

One should always be a little more active in health awareness.

Health is not a lie, so keep an eye on health. Follow the rules that are beneficial for maintaining health. Today I have come up with 34 useful tips for you ..

One should always be a little more active in health awareness.
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mghahr

FreeWriting

A poem about winter

Here's a humorous poem about a grumpy old man who doesn't want to participate in winter activities: Oh Rajab Zamstran, oh grumpy old man, Why do you resist the winter plan? The snow is fallin g, the fire is lit, But you refuse to join in the fun and grit. You scowl and grumble, you shake your head, "I won't play in the snow," you say instead. You cross your arms, you furrow your brow, Like a grouchy cat, you won't let go. But why, dear Rajab, must you be so sour? Winter's joy is worth much more.

A poem about winter
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