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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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Smartify ™ Poetry Publication

FreeWriting

No Goodbye

My head became buried deep in her neck, The odor of her hair delivered consolation To my as soon as-lonely heart...

No Goodbye
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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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Ken

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Poem

I want with all my being to tell you clearly that I love you But I am afraid at the same time of losing you You are the glow that has changed my perception of life To have you mine is my only desire To my eyes you are the strongest because my heart has easily opened the door for you Your eyes shine like stars Your beauty with a thousand lights crosses the veil That covers my heart And invades it with happiness My feelings frighten me because you have me emptied of all darkness in a flash My hatred gave way to love Which constantly grows every day I need you by my side To guide and support me I want that together we can move forward Without ever thinking of break up

Poem
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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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Guest

FreeImage

'A THING OF BEAUTY IS JOY FOREVER'

Daffodils

'A THING OF BEAUTY IS JOY FOREVER'

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

New month prayer
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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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Pathfinder

FreeWriting

The tree

Inspired by the tree in my compound 😆

The tree
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De Johnson

FreeWriting

A Lesson in Respect: A Poem for a Disrespectful Child

Respect is a lesson that I must teach It's a lesson that I hope you'll reach It's not something that you can buy or sell It's a lesson that you must learn yourself It's not something that can be taken away It's something that you must learn to stay It's not something that you can ignore It's something that you must learn to explore Respect is a lesson that you must learn It's a lesson that will help you discern It's a lesson that will help you grow It's a lesson that will help you know It's a le

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zoar

FreeWriting

Alone

The unfinished memories

Alone
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Fenný Kirei

FreeWriting

Love Poem for Wednesday

You’re the day after Tuesday, before eternity. You’re the day we ran out of tomatoes and used tiny packets of ketchup instead. You are salt, no salt, too much salt, a hangover. You hold the breath of an abandoned cave. Sometimes you surprise me with your aurora borealis and I’ll pull over to watch you; I’ll wait in the dark shivering fields of you. But mostly, not. My students don’t care for you or your lessons from the life of a minor god. Can you hit the high C in our anthem? Can you bench pre

Love Poem for Wednesday
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Eliuz

FreeWriting

POST ELECTION VIOLENCE POEM

The poem talks about the 2007 post election violence in Kenya which lead to death of many citizens

POST ELECTION VIOLENCE POEM
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Evaisally

FreeWriting

REGRETS AND TEARS

Seeing people happy and loved brings out tears because I see what I lost. Regrets is the emotion left in me wishing it never happened because it hurts to be stung by the pleasure of our memories which can't be bought. Deceived by your flawless facade oblivious that I'll be damaged. Yes being hurt for a year but no droplets of tears...just the consistent fears. Someone please drag me from this pit of darkness and loneliness, but I miss you so much that I forgot you hurt my feelings regardless. Wo

REGRETS AND TEARS
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Guest

FreeWriting

Miss you A poem that describes my feelings of my Mom not being with me

Miss you A poem that describes my feelings of my Mom not being with me

Miss you

A poem that describes my feelings of my Mom not being with me

Beer.kim

FreeWriting

Nyctophile

Tears rollin' down cheek, That no one can see Hands tremblin', that no one feels Give such a peace, That nothing compete Being all lonely Make jokes and smilin' Remember them and cryin' Makin' a world and livin' Talkin' to one unseen That's what darkness brings.

Nyctophile
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Riya

FreeWriting

Pain with pleasure

There are no clouds, there is no storm Will it rain? Inside of my heart, ratial riots? Oh my heart! Why are you beating for the love with the person who I don't know before? Which the broken relationship of the distant born, Will follow me beyond the birth? Birth is not true, I found it now because of you. What is your root? And, I fell in love with you, But I still don't know what is your name is! Only your thoughts are buried in my neurones, What can I do?

Pain with pleasure
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