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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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Bleeding Quill

FreeWriting

A Half Remembered Dream

In my dreams, a fading voice calls upon me from a loud echo, From a sunless sky, out of the bleak night, a shivering hand reaches out to hold; From the ground beneath, shreds of fog rises to seal me within As my feet stomps on charred bones I stretch my arms forward and give command; rise, o charred bones rise, o fallen; soldiers, princes and peasants alike. Rise! An army forms around me, not of flesh and blood An army forms around me, of bones and rotten armour Battle awaits, we March! Who can

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De Johnson

FreeWriting

Lonely in the Night

The darkness creeps in, A chill in the air, The stars are all out, But no one is there. The silence is heavy, The emptiness deep, The night is so long, And I'm so alone, I weep. The moon is my only friend, The stars my only light, The night is my only solace, As I try to fight the fright. The loneliness is crushing, The sadness so strong, But I'm still here, Lonely in the night. My telegram name to search for me https://t.me/harkolawole01 harkolawole01

Lonely in the Night
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De Johnson

FreeWriting

Fruitfulness Abounds

A bounty of nature's gifts, so sweet and so round. A cornucopia of colors, from yellow to red to brown. Fruitfulness abounds, in the garden and in the trees. A feast for the eyes, and a treat for the bees. A harvest of flavors, from tart to sweet and mild. A feast for the senses, for young and for old. Fruitfulness abounds, in the orchard and in the field. A feast for the palate, for the hungry to yield. A blessing of nature, for us to enjoy. A reminder of life's abundance, for us to employ.

Fruitfulness Abounds
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Kuvonakala

FreeWriting

Follow your heart

We all get entangle with our desires for amusement after all we only live once, and everyone dies. Happiness is a state of mind, not an actual fact. Follow what you love, but it must also love you too. Follow your heart, but don’t forget to find a home for your heart because you will be tired of chasing a clout.

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Ummu satriya

FreeWriting

Father, my first idol

It is Poem about father. You make father as idol.

Father, my first idol
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Nati

FreeWriting

Antithesis

It's great 👍

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Moba

FreeWriting

A new day

There it is! The beginning of a new day Dawn arrives!!! And gives to the world A little light to sustain us And then again! It gives birth to sunrise Which according to some Is the real beginning of a new day The day gracefully progresses into noon And men sheltered about Trying to hide From the sun's hot rays Alas!! Nothing lasts forever! So the sun again progresses Slowly to the sunset Which is a short period of time Before being succeeded by dusk And darkness all over As children are tucked i

A new day
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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
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MoMo

FreeWriting

Just a beginner poem about a legend

Stay safe people

Just a beginner poem about a legend
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Baahug

FreeWriting

Life

Aiming to reach the peak. Fighting all obstacles and overcoming them. Thinking we are there but it keeps getting tall. Our imagination was just to reach what we thought  it was the peak. But not knowing the peak goes on and never end. Unless we are called to rest . Life is a long journey which never ends until we are called to rest

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IPO G

FreeWriting

Love’s Flame ❤️

Here's a short summary: "Love's Flame" is a heartfelt poem that celebrates the power and beauty of love. It describes love as a guiding light that illuminates life's journey, a bond that stands the test of time, and a flame that burns bright and true. With its uplifting words and soothing rhythm, this poem is a tribute to the enduring grace of love. ❤️

Love’s  Flame ❤️
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Shukdeb Mazumder

FreeWriting

"A tribute to a true friend" || A poem by Shukdeb Mazumder

Long path, I can belong to you very easily when she is with me holding my hand steadily. Darkness, hark, don't be boastful, you must be defeated soon because she is my companion now, who is the next-door neighbor of moon. In the rain, she is my raincoat, in the winter, blanket, in the den of despair she is my outlet. A true friend of mine she is, my lifemate, lifejacket, invaluable, rich! © Shukdeb | 06-07-2022

"A tribute to a true friend" || A poem by Shukdeb Mazumder
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Enembo

FreeWriting

MY CHILD-Poem

A Poem Dedicated to Children to remind them of the love and care from parents.

MY CHILD-Poem
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Henry

FreeWriting

Orphan poem

An orphan's life is filled with woe, No mother's love, no father's glow, They walk alone, with no one near, A childhood lost, a life of tear. No hands to hold, no one to trust, Their future seems to turn to dust, No family ties, no place to call home, A heart that aches, an empty dome. But hope still shines, in darkest night, And courage grows, with each new sight, For every door that closes tight, A brighter path, a new sight. So let us reach, and offer love, To those who've known only pain abo

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Lily

FreeWriting

"Nature" Is What We See Poem by Emily Dickinson

"Nature" is what we see— The Hill—the Afternoon— Squirrel—Eclipse—the Bumble bee— Nay—Nature is Heaven— Nature is what we hear— The Bobolink—the Sea— Thunder—the Cricket— Nay—Nature is Harmony— Nature is what we know— Yet have no art to say— So impotent Our Wisdom is To her Simplicity.

"Nature" Is What We See Poem by Emily Dickinson
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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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JOSEXZEZ

FreeWriting

The Tiny Stranger At George

One day at a pet shop, I met a man selling socks, For money he wanted to swap, But I really wanted some white fox. "Got any white fox?" asked I. "For that's how I'll spend my money." "No white fox here!" said the guy. He seemed to find it quite funny. "We've got some lovely crisps, I'll give you a very fine price." "I'd rather have some wisps." The man blinked rapidly thrice. The man seemed exceptionally energetic, And his manner was strangely amused. He wasn't what I would call electromagnetic,

The Tiny Stranger At George
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PRINCE

FreeWriting

Poem Rain

As raindrops dance upon the earth's terrain, They bring life to flowers, fields, and grain. Each droplet a messenger from the heavens above, Nourishing the land with its eternal love. The scent of petrichor fills the air, As rain cleanses and purifies with care. The world awakens, refreshed and anew, With every drop, a promise of life, it imbues. Rain's rhythm on rooftops, a lullaby, Serenading us to sleep as clouds drift by. We find solace in its gentle embrace, As it washes away worries, leavi

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Shelly

FreeWriting

A sweet personality

The woman who loves me is my mother, She takes the trouble so we can go further. She is one who is sweet as bun, She taught us to be one.

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