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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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De Johnson

FreeWriting

The Cost of War

The sky is filled with smoke and ash, The ground is stained with blood and tears, The cries of the wounded echo in the air, The screams of the dying fill our ears. The cost of war is too great to bear, The price of freedom can be so high, The lives of the brave are taken away, The families of the fallen left to cry. The heroes of our nation are gone, Their sacrifice will never be forgotten, Their courage and strength will live on, Their memory will remain in our hearts forever. The cost of war i

The Cost of War
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Sara

FreeWriting

My first love dairy..

In days of old, our love did gleam, A whispered promise, like a dream. Though now we've parted, hearts once entwined, The memories linger, sweet and kind. A chapter closed, yet love remains, In hidden corners, it sustains. Though paths diverged, and tears were shed, You'll forever dwell in my heart's homestead.

My first love dairy..
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Prakash

FreeWriting

Poetry

Poetry (derived from the Greek poiesis, "making"), also called verse,[note 1] is a form of literature that uses aesthetic and often rhythmic[1][2][3] qualities of language − such as phonaesthetics, sound symbolism, and metre − to evoke meanings in addition to, or in place of, a prosaic ostensible meaning. A poem is a literary composition, written by a poet, using this principle. The Parnassus (1511) by Raphael: famous poets recite alongside the nine Muses atop Mount Parnassus. Poetry has a long

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Mr.gold

FreeWriting

Poem

Love

Poem
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Pesky Rascal

FreeWriting

Morning Delight

How beautiful is every morning

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S. Shabeer

FreeWriting

Poem:feelings...

Poem: "Feelings " By (S. Shabeer) Feelings force me to cry, Makes me to joy, And also the feelings which compells Me to drop into the pool of affliction. My mind's notion is in motion, When realities smacking, Then heart and mind's combat begins, Which sundered me melancholy.

Poem:feelings...
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A. J

FreeWriting

Blackbird

How sweet the harmonies of afternoon: The Blackbird sings along the sunny breeze His ancient song of leaves, and summer boon; Rich breath of hayfields streams through whispering trees; And birds of morning trim their bustling wings, And listen fondly, while the Blackbird sings. How soft the love light of the West reposes On this green valley's cheery solitude, On the trim cottage with its screen of roses, And murmuring mill-race, and the wheel Its bubbling freshness—while the Blackbird sings.

Blackbird
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Moba

FreeWriting

There was a country

Once! There was a country That held hope for her people Whose leaders were the youths role models Whose people were the most disciplined Whose military were the nation's pride Whose students were the nation's erudite Whose economy prospered and flourished Yes! There was a country Whose neighbours were envious Whose citizens were contented Whose environment was friendly and peaceful Whose military strength, Was nothing compared to her neighbour's Yet she was satisfied and happy There was a countr

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Park Sosa

FreeWriting

Shadows Within

In the depths of the soul, where shadows reside, A heavy shroud descends, a turbulent tide. A darkness that whispers, a relentless refrain, A battle unseen, a relentless, quiet pain. A weight on the heart, like a stone's somber song, A feeling that something's perpetually wrong. Days blend into nights, lost in shades of gray, The sun's gentle warmth kept at bay. But remember, dear heart, even in the darkest hour, There's a glimmer of hope, a hidden power. You're not defined by the struggles you

Shadows Within
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King

FreeWriting

Love Unknown

Written thoughts of how it feels to be in love with someone not existing.

Love Unknown
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ALEXANDRIA

FreeWriting

RED

Standing at the balcony You're just staring at the sky I can see the sadness and pain in your eyes I know you've been hurt countless of times Life flies One thing is certain, and the rest is lies In my room, I can hear  your screams and cries The flower that once has bloomed forever dies

RED
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Guest

FreeWriting

Poem

Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams For when dreams go Life is a barren field Frozen with snow.

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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Master is me

FreeWriting

Yati airlines carse poem

Yati Airlines, soaring high above Yesterday, a tragic loss Rest in peace, dear passengers and crew Your memories will forever be with us, too In hearts and minds, you'll always stay Your journey in the skies, forever at bay But know that you are not alone In the hearts of those who love you, you'll forever be known

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Donald Agwenge

FreeWriting

Love : A Wild Goose Chase

He falls in love with her physique and intellectual; but it ends up in tears. Is love an illusion?

Love : A Wild Goose Chase
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Saint sailor

FreeWriting

In His Life, I'm Not the Female Protagonist

In a world of tales, where each heart's a book, A girl believed, with a hopeful look. That everyone's the lead in their own rhyme, She, too, the star in her own sweet time. Through life's story, she danced with glee, Her spirit waltzing, wild and free. She thought, "I'm the main, the shining one, In the story of life, I'm second to none." But one day, a twist, a plot untold, A love story with edges rough and bold. She glimpsed his eyes, a captivating sight, Yet, in his world, she was out of sigh

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Kelvin writes

FreeWriting

Give Your Black Boy A Flower

Your black boy Is a garden of stumps, his heart is rooted out of a fertile ground for you to plant a dream on his Humus skin. he Is a machine Void of human language. He understands solely, his breath on your skin and the sweet nectar of your pineapple lips. Again, he is an illustrative painting of your dad. He watches you grow Into his arms like sweet alyssums sprouting in early winter as he lays on your flower bed nurturing his lovelessness into something. And of all that he deserves... the ros

Give Your Black Boy A Flower
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Tyrandz

FreeWriting

Seldom

I was lonely one night and an inspiration came,so i thought of making that thiught into words. You are never alone out there,trust me

Seldom
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Bilal saghir

FreeWriting

Dancing in the rain (poem)

The rain is a blessing that washes away pain and brings new life to the earth. It is a moment of joy and peace that should be embraced with open hearts. Dancing in the rain brings delight and helps to wash away fears, filling our hearts with hope and cheer.

Dancing in the rain (poem)
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