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De Johnson

FreeWriting

Mother's Love

Mother's love is like a river, It flows deep and wide, It never stops, no matter the weather, It's always by your side. It's like a warm embrace, That never fades away, It's there when you need it, No matter what you say. It's like a gentle breeze, That blows away your fears, It's like a bright light, That guides you through the years. It's like a beautiful song, That brings you joy and peace, It's like a warm hug, That never fails to please. Mother's love is like a gift, It's something that wil

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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.

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shaan

FreeWriting

"The All-Seeing Deity: A Divine Ode"

In the realm unseen, a vigilant eye, A deity above, watching you and I. With tender care, our steps observed, Guiding us, when life's paths unnerved. A presence divine, encompassing all, Heeding our whispers, both big and small. Through darkest nights and brightest days, His guiding light forever ablaze. A merciful gaze, upon hearts burdened, Love's embrace, in moments uncertain. With grace bestowed, our worries allayed, In His embrace, solace is conveyed. Oh, divine observer, majestic and wise,

"The All-Seeing Deity: A Divine Ode"
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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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De Johnson

FreeWriting

Contentment

Contentment Brings Joy A sweet serenity it brings In the midst of daily tasks Without it, life suffers Contentment gives you strength It touches the very core Leaves you peaceful and whole And open for more Contentment brings joy Peaceful bliss awaits It's found in everyday moments Here we truly do create Contentment renews the soul Sparking joy through and through It's such a special feeling You know only its true

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De Johnson

FreeWriting

New month

In the realm of time, a cycle begins anew, As the old month departs, the new month breaks through. With each rise of the sun, a fresh chapter unfolds, An unwritten canvas, waiting to be told. September arrives with a gentle embrace, A month of transition, a change in its pace. Leaves whisper secrets in the autumnal breeze, Colours of amber and gold adorn the trees. The days grow shorter, the nights a bit colder, As nature prepares for its grand transformation older. In this tapestry of time, a c

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Maria Hasan

FreeWriting

A poem on poverty.

The poem depicts the harsh realities of poverty, highlighting its grip on communities and the struggles faced by those affected. However, it also emphasizes the resilience and hope found within individuals, calling for unity and support to overcome these challenges and build a better world.

A poem on poverty.
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Kuvonakala

FreeWriting

I love you yet I feel more

I love you  yet I feel more. Ever since I laid my eyes on you something change inside my heart. I lost my reasoning, and be impulsive. When you appear I stagnate but  thinking of you I blast in bliss  . When you look at me I fall into a trap, of looking the most enchanting being, hence I shy and look away often. My strength just dissolve in your smile. I become sweet, soft and fluffy. There is something that I feel inside, but it become lost in translation. All I can say is I love you yet I feel

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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
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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

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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
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Anisha

FreeWriting

What if

What if we'll be apart???? I'll talk to stars about you I'll ask the moon if you're doing well or not I'll go to library and read the books that I thought I would read with you I'll watch the series Thinking you could be watching it too I'll make your favourite dishes Pretending that you'll be home soon I'll make canvas of me sitting beside you I'll sing the songs that reminds my heart how much i love you I'll write poetries about how many ways i fell for you I'll learn to play guitar Hoping one

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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

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Guest

FreeWriting

MOTHER

Poem - MOTHER By - Ansh Pratap Singh (Auradeus)

De Johnson

FreeWriting

Trust

Innocent until proven guilty, Things said can stay unruled, Rely on trust, more than you'd think, Or it's lonely, sad, and bleak. Trust follows you, it's your light Keeping doubts at bay at night. No matter what you're here to do, Trust will always pull you through. It's a backbone, a comrade Leading the way, less afraid, Trust tests the depths of our faith, Struggles, but never too late. Believe in others and be, Loyal, honest, and free. A heavy bag for never seen, But there's strength in trust

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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

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S.O.M

FreeWriting

SATURDAY

A narrative poem of how my Saturday-morning went

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Stephen

FreeWriting

Eternal melodies🌹

In the garden of dreams, where roses bloom, Under moonlit skies, love's sweet perfume. Whispers of stardust dance on gentle breeze, Two hearts entwined, love's eternal keys.

Eternal melodies🌹
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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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Spartanos ink.

FreeWriting

#SEASONAL POETRY

OVERBOARD CHAOS AND REVIVE

#SEASONAL POETRY
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