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MD soikot Islam

FreeWriting

Live after Death

In shadows deep, where whispers fade, A realm unknown, where souls cascade, The afterlife, a mystic realm, Where life's true essence takes the helm. No longer bound by earthly chains, A new existence, where spirit gains, A canvas vast, where dreams take flight, In endless day or tranquil night. From mortal coil, we gently part, A journey to another start, In realms unseen, we find our way, A chance to bloom, a brighter day. With memories held, and love embraced, In afterglow, we find our place,

Live after Death
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Kech

FreeWriting

DEATH (TRIBUTE TO GRANDMOTHER)

Death which brings sorrows and pain to mankind .it has no respect on man. Neither to the poor nor to the rich. It rubs like a thief. Day after Day ,My heart breaks and pricks,Hearing that the dearest person in my heart is dead. Death is a silent killer,it doesn't give permission ,it comes like a thief at night. My heart pricks cos the one i call my backbone is no more. My heart solicit for guidance,cos one who has been there for me during thick and thorns is no more . one whom has been m

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Harrison Mwakio

FreeWriting

SILENT DEATH...

Snake toxin is a perplexing combination of proteins and chemicals that shift from species to species. It fills various needs like immobilizing and processing prey, and at times, shielding against possible dangers. The following are a couple of instances of various kinds of snake toxin: 1. Neurotoxic Toxin: Toxin from snakes like cobras and mambas contains neurotoxins that focus on the sensory system. These poisons block synapses, prompting loss of motion, respiratory disappointment, and at last

SILENT DEATH...
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Bisma Nadeem

FreeWriting

The beyond

The mountain is my grave, I'm God's breath, I go up and down, I want the sky and the earth wants me The stars pull me by my hair and the nails of the coffin hold me by my feet The darkness screams to me "Down!" And the sun says "Up!" to me I'm the uncomforted of the horizon I'm the night watcher of countless graves Emptying his eyes in empty skulls I'm the cause of bad dreams.

The beyond
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Aminat Adetunji

FreeWriting

Rivers Pastor Sentenced To Death By Hanging

Pastor Chidiebere Okoroafor, the General Overseer of the Altar of Solution and Healing Assembly based in Oyigbo, Rivers State, has been handed a death sentence by a High Court sitting in Port Harcourt for multiple murders. Okoroafor was standing trial for killing his choir mistress, Orlunma Nwagba, who he allegedly impregnated. He was also facing murder charges for the killing of Orlunma’s friend, Chigozie Ezenwa, and her 11 months old baby girl, Cresabel, on December 11, 2017, in the Oyigbo Loc

Rivers Pastor Sentenced To Death By Hanging
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Julia.by.design🦋

FreeWriting

Monday's Beans

A poem about losing a loved one.

Monday's Beans
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Tears

FreeWriting

IN MEMORY OF ALL LOST DADS

Losing a parent when you've barely even had a chance to know them is just something else I cannot comprehend. I lost my papa just before I turned a year old. The only memory I have of him is photos...he only had 3 existing photos left behind. I feel and know I love him;...the resemblance and the smile he left portray the hero that brought me to this world. Every Father's Day is a celebration and a moment of silence for the man I did not get a chance to pay my last respect to. I know life would have been better and different if he was present. My life choices would be guided just by the presence of his being. My family would not be broken at such a fragile age. All I can ask is "Why so soon Daddy?" I know someone else was shattered more than I could ever be....My Mama. I write this because her strength has held us two as a family and raised a strong woman inside. Her hard work and sacrifices have broken boundaries. MAY ALL THE SOULS OF OUR LOST PAPAs REST IN ETERNAL PEACE.

IN MEMORY OF ALL LOST DADS
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Tazix

FreeWriting

The haunting of are self

I write only of what ik and feel. So i pray that may oneday god will send an opportunity my way that will allow me to provide for my family befor i lose my self.

The haunting of are self
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Layefa Yalah

FreeWriting

Oh Death!

An Elegy poem about my sister

Oh Death!
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Michayla

FreeWriting

Gone

Gone I saw you on your death bed Your eyes were open , but you were unresponsive You did not blink , you gasped as your lungs begged for air I held your hand , your hand was warm I checked to see if you had a pulse , the veins on your neck showed where it formed I saw you on your death bed Your eyes were closed , you were gone No blinking , your lungs had given up in the war I held your hand , it was cold I checked your pulse , there was nothing to the touch I felt a second time and a third and

Gone
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Lone wolf

FreeWriting

Death and i

Death and I Death in the land living Living in the land of the dead Death has come again On his chariot of fire Walking down the streets Looking for its next victim I'm walking down the streets Oblivious Death and I Meet face to face On the battle ground of blood Fighting Clashing Until one prevails Death , may be strong But, I'm stronger Finally When the sun sets to the west And The moon rises at night I emerge victorious I Have conquered death Lone wolf

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Harrison Mwakio

FreeWriting

LOST AND DESPAIR, HOPE IN REPAIR

Sometime in the distant past in a little town, there carried on with a little youngster named Lily. Lily was known for her consideration and sympathy towards everybody she met. At some point, as she was strolling through the town square, she saw an old man sitting alone on a seat, his eyes loaded up with misery. Interest and concern made Lily indescribably pleased as she moved toward the man. "Excuse me, sir. Are you okay?" she asked tenderly. The older man gazed toward Lily, and tears gushed in

LOST AND DESPAIR, HOPE IN REPAIR
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Ireoluwa Writes

FreeWriting

DEATH - A Debt To Pay

"Please make sure you are ready for our outing; I'm on my way already" that was the last statement I told my wife I left my office joyfully around 5pm because we celebrate our 2 years wedding anniversary today. I've promised my wife and our beautiful daughter that I will take them out On my way, I called my wife to inform her that I'm on my way already. As I was going, the joy in me did not allow me to see the trailer in my front. I quickly press my car break but to no avail In a twinkle of an e

DEATH - A Debt To Pay
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Anawe

FreeWriting

A têtê-a-têtê of life and death

It is a poem about a mental health patient who feels misunderstood and how he contemplates on whether to end his life or not.

A têtê-a-têtê of life and death
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Emma

FreeWriting

Life after Death

Life after the death of my husband

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Karo Black

FreeWriting

Arms of Death

In her grief She recognized that all will be as they should be. She had thought she could have love, Felt she deserved it, And that in time Someone would come to love her for who she was. It took years of pain For her to acknowledge and realize That love was never in the mind of her creator When He placed her upon earth. It was in grief of the hope lost, And the loneliness that waited ahead, That she walked dazedly into the arms of death. Death cared for her more than others, Because unlike ever

Arms of Death
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De Johnson

FreeWriting

The Final Goodbye

Death is a mystery, It's a journey we all must take, A journey that's unknown, A journey that's hard to make. It's a journey that's dark and cold, A journey that's hard to behold, A journey that's filled with fear, A journey that's hard to steer. It's a journey that's filled with pain, A journey that's hard to explain, A journey that's filled with sorrow, A journey that's hard to follow. It's a journey that's filled with grief, A journey that's hard to believe, A journey that's filled with tears

The Final Goodbye
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PIQUANT NEWS

FreeWriting

Russia arrests suspected gunmen as concert death toll soars to 133 rampage killing

TERRORIST ATTACK AT CROCUS CITY HALL MOSCOW TOLL NO OF DEATH IS 133

Russia arrests suspected gunmen as concert death toll soars to 133 rampage killing
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Noahstanleyehd

FreeWriting

Day of Boxing

In a boxing match, Two boxers are fighting With each wanting to win. With their fight, People die. Their corps are seen Scattered. They are off both civilian and military. Blow after blow is landed, Manoeuvre after manoeuvre is performed Their drive to win, Ends up inflicting injuries to their bodies. Widows are created and orphans are made. Siblings are lost and civilians slaughtered like animals. In the end, one gives in There is a victor. But at what cost did this victory occur? How many are

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Ferdinand

FreeWriting

MELLOW DEATH

Sweet melancholy of stunning face by my crib. The Silent sound of my death rattle. I hike facets. In resplendent apparel of grace. Listening to the dark choir of the night. As the Nightingale plays the lullaby. The night of the dark moment. Whispering in the ear of every head. Do not mourn my demise! On a segue to a beautiful land. Seek solace in your storm. I live in death. I am not dead! I live daily In tranquility in one big Sauna. I bid goodbyel. © Ferdinand

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