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Cybree

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Love

A poem about girl betrayed by her lover

Love
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thedarkeststranger

FreeWriting

Days count in dance when you amount and glance

Amazing Poem By THE DARKEST STRANGER

Days count in dance when you amount and glance
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Nkirote

FreeWriting

POEM

This is a poem about a woman, her beauty and stregth.

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S.O.M

FreeWriting

Matters Of The Heart ❤️

This talks about feelings, actions, that affects decisions made by our heart, its also a poem to help motivate. Thanks.

Matters Of The Heart ❤️
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S.O.M

FreeWriting

SATURDAY

A narrative poem of how my Saturday-morning went

SATURDAY
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S.O.M

FreeWriting

KESSY 🌹

A little summary about a friend of mine 😅🌹

KESSY 🌹
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thedarkeststranger

FreeWriting

With Known Haters, Enters You, Renown Predators

Everyday’s been the same, within a prayer, of flame, Being ashamed, of the crisis, blaming the fame, for the demises, Teaming fate, with the dices, dreaming late, cheating the spices, Of hope, who beat the mices, of haters, with the vices, Meeting the later part, of our latter future, who greet me, to nurture the carts, with pleasure, And leisure, neat in closure, without the measure, Doubting the plagiarized ensured, about the plague, that raised, and cured, With the trust, as we piggyback, the

With Known Haters, Enters You, Renown Predators
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Patra

FreeWriting

THE HEAT WITHIN US.

A Love poem that expresses the intimate feeling between two lovers who are limited by distance.

THE HEAT WITHIN US.
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Kelvin writes

FreeWriting

My Mother Has A Photo Album In Heaven

My mother doesn't read books, she reads people who read books. like she read my cousin who was pregnant at 16 because she tasted lemon dewdrops in early sunrise and the bittersweet experience of motherhood never left her palm like a written note. my mother could read fever just by placing hands on the forehead of her child, you could say she was the MOM in therMOMeter because my mom never kept us in a room temperature... to say, she didn't want us to get spoilt, she tightened up every corner tha

My Mother Has A Photo Album In Heaven
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thedarkeststranger

FreeWriting

The points accounts only when, millions others, follow now and then

No summary for my darkest poetry, Darkest Stranger Led a peaceable life, When they were not troubled With other folks' strife. -Some random rhymes in summary for users to help what to make with these

The points accounts only when, millions others, follow now and then
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Joseph M. Kings

FreeWriting

New Demon Awaken

Days never same, It gat wins & losses, Like a garden of roses, If not watered no seeds, No life insurance In every sunrise, Peace becomes tasteless, Ignorance makes you senseless, or rather useless than dangerous, When voices in your head crushes, The truth treasured attain rushes, Indeed life is another human felo, That gives and takes another hero, That's why I don't take it seriously, I lack courage to dare and face the bear, To win the real dear of ages to appear, The feelings dispatched int

New Demon Awaken
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thedarkeststranger

FreeWriting

The points accounts only when, millions others, follow now and then

Let me spit these rhymes first, before I get, to the points, and topic worst, Then the pick, of your crimes, sicking artist, to rehearse, From the core, sweating pore, swearing shore, with the daily chore, To study, with a buddy, for a lady, to be daddy, and be quite shady, With the quiet passion, tearing nights, with compassion, wearing whites, onto mansion, Gearing diet, with a pension, while hearing, me right from, the pension, Cheating the bloody, diddy tension, to beat the Jade e-invasion,

The points accounts only when, millions others, follow now and then
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Anam

FreeWriting

Poetry: Madness

This poetry is a satire on Shakespearean plays and also an urge for writing like him.

Poetry: Madness
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Joseph M. Kings

FreeWriting

The Sacred Dream

At night after a deep sleep, I dreamt of the lost sheep, Stabbed with an arrow so deep, bleeding uncontrollably in a trap, Without a saviour to make it stop, Then I saw a fortune of wealth, Glowing out of the bleeding wrath, With a Leatherman cloth, With written words embracing Lilith, To Hail the light for supper growth, Indeed I had no choice to overcome, the blame challenge to over consume, Especially to poverty curse programme, Again to customize my life purpose, From achieving the treasure

The Sacred Dream
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Okhai_aruna

FreeWriting

Alone

I cried for help Hoping someone would hear me But to no avail I received no response I closed my eyes Trying to wake up from this tormenting nightmare Hoping to see the light When my eyes are opened For the first time in forever I have never felt so helpless and alone I couldn't bear the silence anymore So I started shouting I ran out of breath Thinking maybe I was about to die At that point I couldn't think of anything more Than to end my life

Alone
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Tazix

FreeWriting

Father hear my cry

God help me free me, and i pray may u here all who feel this pain. Depression and its corruption destroys the way we see, exasperating pain tell we are unable to reconize are self. so please everyone that reads this, pray god help all those who feel this pain and only may you set them free.

Father hear my cry
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Pathfinder

FreeWriting

The tree

Inspired by the tree in my compound 😆

The tree
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Noahstanleyehd

FreeWriting

The society

A society created for order. All wars have been settled and there is peace. Only clear skies ahead for this community. But that is not how it goes. In the so called order, there is chaos. In the proclaimed peace there is conflict. Within this society there is division, And all are not united. A society should be either white or black, But there is a plethora of grey. Good and evil, mix together till they are indistinguishable. The society can never be perfect, It can never be truly clean.

The society
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wordlessea

FreeWriting

Sunrise

Remember when the sun rises, and how beautiful it was that morning, It started to soar higher, to meet its delightful beginning. But not for us, have you forgotten? the daybreak knows why we parted, and how we ended things between us, It was the ending that got me unsettled. As much as the sun knows most of it, It is aware of my fear and shock, however, I understand myself more deeply, for it doesn’t know how much I want you back. So when the sun greeted the morning with joy, and welcoming it to

Sunrise
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Luna

FreeWriting

Towards the light

- Maybe you think the winter is gonna last forever - Maybe you long for the sunkiss with a change of weather - But have you ever thought that : - All this darkness is leading you to an endless light - And without the night - you'd be blind from seeing directly the sunlight - Your eyes needed to grow - For you to learn how to dance in the pain under the rain and let everything flow - We're all here to feel the sadness - Try to color your own world with gratefulness - in life we have the freedom t

Towards the light
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