Home
Upload
Profile
0
Notification
Bookmark
History
Comment
Subscription
Earnings
Settings
Help

Terms
Privacy
Company
Contact
© 2026 Interhead, Inc.
baskadia

Baskadia

​
​
All
Image
Writing
Trend
New
Ranking
​

TOVoM

FreeWriting

Rat Race

Better days are promised, but knowing we'll wake to a life full of pain, sleep eludes us. So on our beds we wrestle with sleep. Thus, we suit up hoping to go through the day without peril, in our quest to find cheeseless bread. Yet with our heads up we don't give up in this rat race, because, in these shoes we won't find protection at all cost. - TOVoM

T
T

Ayatullah Umar

FreeWriting

Crushed Can on the Football Field

I'm a crushed can on the pitch drunk up empty What day it is? maybe half sunny half rainy What stadium this is? I can never tell The teams that clashed I may never know Maybe Barcelona versus Liverpool Or Manchester United versus Chelsea Each assumption leads farther from the truth The player that drank me might have been one... Probably a player from the losing team Though lifeless I could hear him quake within. I may be just a crushed can on this football field But every creature has it's own

Crushed Can on the Football Field
A
A

Rosheen Shoaib

FreeWriting

Poem: Freedom

Freedom Lonely as wind, soft as clouds I am alone in this world Waiting for someone to accompany me But no one is coming Everybody is selfish and emotionless Now I am tired And the wait is over The doors of my heart have been closed Now I want to be free Fly in the air like birds Free from all the worries Wandering here and there No grudge, no hate Only peace and freedom The only thing that I want Is to be free, free, and free! Written By : Rosheen Shoaib

Poem:  Freedom
R
R

Guest

FreeWriting

MOTHER

Poem - MOTHER By - Ansh Pratap Singh (Auradeus)

Agin

FreeImage

Sunset

Good afternoon

Sunset
A
A

Danoxford

FreeWriting

You Are My Home

Home is not a place but the one we cherish.

D
D

De Johnson

FreeWriting

Lies

Lies are like a poison, that seeps into your veins It slowly kills your spirit, and leaves you in pain It's a sickness that spreads, and it's hard to contain It's a cancer that grows, and it's hard to sustain Lies are like a fire, that starts with a spark It quickly spreads and grows, and it's hard to put out It can burn your trust, and it can tear you apart It can leave you broken, and it can break your heart Lies are like a virus, that's hard to detect It can spread quickly, and it's hard to p

Lies
D
D

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

F
F

zahrah

FreeWriting

You

A pearl in heaven is you, The prettiest diamond is you, Like the one always shining, The prettiest thing is you

You
Z
Z

Opoku Lexicon

FreeWriting

Belinda

Superstar's Rhymes for his love, The Goddess of Beauty

Belinda
O
O

Kritzz

FreeWriting

The boy who wants the moon

In a quiet town, where dreams take flight, Lived a boy with eyes of starry light. His heart yearned for the moon's embrace, To hold its glow, to feel its grace. Each night he'd gaze up at the sky, With a wistful look, a hopeful sigh. He dreamed of reaching beyond his reach, To touch the moon upon its breach. With hands outstretched, he'd reach up high, As if to pluck it from the sky. But alas, the moon remained afar, A distant dream, a shining star. Yet still, the boy refused to yield, His deter

The boy who wants the moon
K
K

Victorious pen ✍️

FreeWriting

I Am A Poet

A poet with victorious inkn

I Am A Poet
V
V

Shabby_chan

FreeWriting

Soul

if you have ever walked crying in the rain if you have ever screamed with no sound at the top of your lungs if you have ever had a very deep wound with no rushing blood to show if you have ever felt your heart fall within your chest then I know your storm I know your song Even though I may not know your story Our souls though different they are one and the same

S
S

De Johnson

FreeWriting

WEALTH

Wealth brings many more toys, It's beauty masks all its joys, It stains with infinite spoils, But soon reveals its hidden toils. Without abundance it may not be found, The cost of its pleasure is profound, Wealth can define who we are, Contentment rarely is the star. Not just a matter of ownership, But a sensible system of precision, With right use of wealth comes great reward, But what's earned may easily be ignored. Don't let wealth define your life, Make sure it doesn't take its strife, Cheri

WEALTH
D
D

S.O.M

FreeWriting

SATURDAY

A narrative poem of how my Saturday-morning went

SATURDAY
S
S

Angle Write

FreeWriting

Think of Me

Remember me as a pen in your hand— You hold so I can stand, You guide me so I can walk; Persistent in letters and talk. Think of me as a tree— I grow as I stay with thee, To bear much fruit for you and me, I'll be still and be so merry. Imagine me as a bed— Lie in me if you're tired, A good sleep is all you need In you I'm perfectly suited. Meditate me as a waterfall— Consistently flowing but peaceful, Much relaxing and so cool, A company with you so meaningful.

A
A

De Johnson

FreeWriting

Mornin' Prayer

A time of peace, a time of grace To start the day with God's embrace A time to talk, a time to pray A time to thank Him for the day A time to seek, a time to learn To ask for strength for what we yearn A time to hope, a time to trust To seek His will and do what must A time to love, a time to care To share His love and show we're there A time to give, a time to share To show His grace and show we care A time to rise, a time to start To open up our humble heart A time to seek, a time to find The

Mornin' Prayer
D
D

Summerson

FreeWriting

A tautogram

a poem where every word starts with the same letter.

A tautogram
S
S

De Johnson

FreeWriting

Strength

Strength is not the ability to lift heavy weights, Or to run a marathon without stopping. Strength is not the absence of fear, Or the ability to always win. Strength is the ability to pick yourself up, When you've been knocked down. Strength is the ability to keep going, When you want to give up. Strength is the ability to face your fears, And to overcome them. Strength is the ability to be yourself, And to not let anyone else define you. So if you're feeling weak, Remember that you are strong.

Strength
D
D

Nick ondieki

FreeWriting

TRULY I LOVE YOU

.........How do I....... How do I tell you That your touch melt my heart like dews And your words Pierce my heart like a sword. How do I tell you That ever time I stare at you I wish I could hold your hands And lie lie by your side. How do I tell you That every word I say to you I utter with fear And a drop of tear. How do I tell you in your arms I wish to sink And from your lips I wish to drink Our heads I will link And your lovely eyes I wish to stare without a blink. How do I tell you How muc

TRULY I LOVE YOU
N
N