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shaan

FreeWriting

"Beloved Mother: The Eternal Flame of Love"

In the realm of love, a celestial presence, A beacon of warmth and unwavering essence. She is a mother, beyond mere mortal ties, A symphony of grace that never dies. Her gentle touch, a soothing balm, Calming storms, bringing tranquil calm. With eyes that hold a universe of care, She embraces all burdens, willing to bear. Her voice, a melody, soft and serene, Whispering wisdom, a lullaby unseen. In her embrace, fears find their release, A sanctuary of love, a shelter of peace. She nurtures dream

"Beloved Mother: The Eternal Flame of Love"
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Summerson

FreeWriting

A tautogram

a poem where every word starts with the same letter.

A tautogram
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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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IVY

FreeWriting

Poem "Unyielding vines to me ivy"

Through trials fierce, I've learned to stand, A resolute vine in life's demanding land, With leaves of strength, I faced the storm, My spirit steadfast, forever warm. From humble roots, my journey grew, Embracing challenges, old and new, Through darkest nights, I faced my fears, And watered dreams with heartfelt tears.

Poem "Unyielding vines to me ivy"
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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

Day of Boxing
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Guest

FreeWriting

1. "The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost: The poem presents a speaker who comes across a fork in the

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way lea

1. "The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost:
The poem presents a speaker who comes across a fork in the

De Johnson

FreeWriting

Loyalty's Call

Loyalty is a noble trait, A bond that's built to last, A promise made to never break, Through future and through past. It's standing strong through thick and thin, A steadfast heart and soul, A trust that's earned through deeds and words, And never bought or sold. It's the courage to stand by your friends, When others turn away, A bond that's forged through trials and tests, And strengthened every day. Loyalty's call is clear and strong, A beacon in the night, A guiding light that leads us on, T

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Dela

FreeWriting

Twilight's Embrace: A Saga of Vampire and Wolf Love

"In a mystical forest, vampire Isabella and wolf shifter Alexander defy ancient rivalries for love. Their journey navigates danger, betrayal, and the enduring power of their bond. 'Twilight's Embrace' is a mesmerizing tale of love's triumph over darkness."

Twilight's Embrace: A Saga of Vampire and Wolf Love
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Quinzen

FreeWriting

New Halls of Knowledge

In the halls of knowledge, fresh and bright, A brand-new chapter I unfold with pure delight. I begin on a journey, full of dreams, Glad to meet new set of teams. In classrooms' embrace, we learn and inspire, Igniting passions, sets our hearts on fire. Now, let us revel on this vibrant odyssey, To live a life both blessed and socially. Our circle of friends grow wider every day, Endless laughter and joy seem to pave our way. Morning classroom chats, hiding under the sun, These are moments that ca

New Halls of Knowledge
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Spark

FreeWriting

For My Thoughtful Ocean

An ocean is beautiful

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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
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Victorious pen ✍️

FreeWriting

I Am A Poet

A poet with victorious inkn

I Am A Poet
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Guest

FreeImage

'A THING OF BEAUTY IS JOY FOREVER'

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'A THING OF BEAUTY IS JOY FOREVER'

Saju

FreeWriting

Lost lover

Lost lover, where did you go? The one I loved with all my soul, Your presence once brought me light, Now my days are cloaked in night. I search for you in every place, Hoping to glimpse your loving face, But you are nowhere to be found, And my heart is left unbound. The memories of our love still remain, A bittersweet reminder of the pain, Of the moments we shared so true, When I was whole, and I had you. I know I cannot turn back time, Or undo the mistakes that were mine, But my heart still lon

Lost lover
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De Johnson

FreeWriting

Greatness

The journey of greatness, Though known but to a few, Can take you higher Than you ever knew. The profound feeling of triumph, As you craft a life of beauty, Can lead you to greater heights Rising up to your own greatness. Challenges you'll face, But victory will come, As with faith and courage You make greatness your own. The strong will carry on, And greatness will reign, Invincible, remarkable.

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Arnab

FreeImage

Broken 💔 and bruised original poem

Broken 💔 and bruised original poem

Broken 💔 and bruised original poem
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ReVoice

FreeWriting

The Isolated Porcupine

A poem about little porcupine

The Isolated Porcupine
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De Johnson

FreeWriting

New month prayer

Dear Heavenly Father, We give thanks for a fresh start, As we enter a new month, Let us have a thankful heart. We pray for guidance and strength, To search for better days ahead, Lead us out of times of distress, Help us to know when to take a rest. We pray for faith and resilience, And for others, may we share Your grace. Help us to use our time wisely, And see Your goodness in each place. We thank You for Your everlasting love, Your presence that is always near. Your goodness remains unwaverin

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Mike

FreeWriting

The betrayal

In shadows deep, where friendships fray, Lies the tale of trust led far astray. Once, they wore masks of loyalty so tight, Yet beneath the surface, darkness took flight. Their smiles masked secrets, their words were veiled, In the garden of friendship, treachery unveiled. A dagger concealed by a friendly embrace, Betrayal's bitter truth, hard to erase. They whispered sweet promises, a pact so sly, But their deceitful hearts harbored a lie. Behind your back, they plotted and schemed, In the realm

The betrayal
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Moba

FreeWriting

THE THIRD WORLD POLITICIAN

Here he is, The big man. He flaunts his money, To show the masses His affluent and wealth. And the rumours spread, That the big man, Was not a businessman. "But what could he be". They wondered. Which occupation, Made you as rich as a businessman? It was not carpentry, Nor was it bricklaying, Or blacksmithing, Then suddenly we knew! The big man, Was nothing but a politician. An occupation of the privileged Who never got tired of their occupation, Who did more bad than good, Whose personal intere

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