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Love is a person

I asked her With full of Emotions, “Do you know That most writers Are mental unstable And am one of them?”, And she answered, “I do but just keep on writing, where ever the madness will take you I will follow”

Love is a person
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Opoku Lexicon

FreeWriting

A Friendship Like No Other; A Birthday Like None Other

A birthday wish from Lexicon to his best friend. Taken from Birthday Wishes of The Songs of Lexicon

A Friendship Like No Other; A Birthday Like None Other
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De Johnson

FreeWriting

Success is a journey

Success is a journey, not a destination It's a path that's long and winding It's a process that's filled with dedication And a will that's never ending It's the courage to take a risk It's the strength to never quit It's the determination to keep going No matter how hard you hit It's the ability to stay focused And the courage to be bold It's the willingness to keep learning And the drive to reach your goal Success is a journey, not a destination It's a path that's long and winding It's a proces

Success is a journey
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De Johnson

FreeWriting

Graceful as a Swan

Soaring through the sky With elegance and poise Graceful as a swan Floating on the lake So delicate and light Graceful as a swan Dancing in the wind Soaring with the breeze Graceful as a swan Gently gliding through The beauty of the night Graceful as a swan

Graceful as a Swan
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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 Chaotic World To Nurture

Superstar's first rhymes after The Existence created him. From a section of The Songs of Lexicon called Superstar's Rhymes

A Chaotic World To Nurture
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zoar

FreeWriting

A Friend

It's my happiness

A Friend
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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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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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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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DIAMOND08

FreeWriting

A Melodramatic Poem About Cooking

In the bustling kitchen, the chef, a maestro in an apron, orchestrates a symphony of ingredients. The stove becomes a stage where carrots pirouette and onions transform in a culinary ballet. Garlic whispers secrets, spices waltz, and a medley of sizzles creates a sensory storm. The chopping board echoes with a rhythmic beat as knives dance in a culinary feat. The poem culminates in a finale where the chef, wielding a ladle as a wand, unveils a masterpiece; a culinary sonnet where senses prevail.

A Melodramatic Poem About Cooking
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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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Faithie

FreeWriting

A poem on Addiction

Addiction

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Leone

FreeWriting

A glimpse of nostalgia

Once in a rainy field The wet grass and the scent it yield Over the horizon of clouds and grey The mountains show yet too shy to play The buzzing streets and the sound it makes And the trucks so fast they can't press the breaks Standing there near an empty chair I saw her running with rain drops on her hair She aranged her looks and lovely dress And I catched a glimpse of beauty on her mess As she looked at me with gentle eyes I stared away yet her beauty never lies As the bus honked, stopped an

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