poet - Best Free Stories

A thousand times you must wonder, While sitting down and you ponder, On what makes a poet such a wonder. Why his poems are so good, Why his words seem as though food. Does he ever gets tired? Or like some Devine, is he wired? You feel his every pulse, You wish to know his muse, And why his words though piercing bear no abuse. You feel better after reading his every piece, For it soothes your craving for deeper piece. Is he a god? For he wields his quill like a rod. He gives you much joy, And yet

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Another human on my head

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Apple head

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IF HEAVEN HAD VISITING HOURS

If heaven had visiting hours, I would talk to God like I talk to myself, I want to see him shrug when I tell him I'm losing faith. I want to watch him stay quiet for a while, and say, God? What's on your mind? If heaven had visiting hours, I would take a stroll with Jesus when I feel depressed, I want his hands on my shoulder when I pour out my heart so I can look up in his eyes and say, you feel me right? cause friends are supposed to feel each other. If heaven had visiting hours, I wish we cou

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POISON TREE

Once upon a time, when all men were equal No rich, no poor No law, no war And they thought they were FREE But, there lived a Poison TREE One bite, denied freedom for all. (c) Alex O'bor, 2020. All rights reserved.

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Poet

When did I?

When did I lose myself? Was it when I was told their dreams were mine? Or was it when I was gonna die? Was it when I came to exist? Or when I questioned why do I exist? The day I looked upto admire someone, That day I realised what wasn't mine, My aim in life wasn't minr, Because I've been a naive little child. The show, is it really mine? Or am I a puppet in this being ruled by people behind? If I break the strings, Will I still be alive? Or will I be dead, And be refined with a knife? I am pil

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I'll Never Forget

When i Miss her..... And write down my feelings.

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dark

This is the new chapter for a man that have good manner, who became more stronger. that his personality became more darker.

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Sometimes

Past is past so you don't have to live in the life already past

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TWENTY FIRST CENTURY

Sewn into these walls Are lullaby from a century ago Can you hear them? History is about to repeat itself Like it always has Sentiments and sentinel Sent on sabbaticals. No one gives a damn If the roof collapses As long as the house stands. We are all sentenced to death Hanging on gallows that we Happily built Happy that they broke Before we met our maker Here's to another chance at life Dancing, drunk on stupidity Piss for rum, tears for beer Cheers, we have earned it. Its a cozy world, cased i

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I Am A Poet

A poet with victorious inkn

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Million Little Miracles

Wonder why there is so much questions in your mind that brought about is God real?. Find out in this peom if he is .

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वे पागल लोग

कुछ पागल है सरहद पर खड़े हैं, उनकी वजह से हम सुरक्षित खड़े हैं, आंधी हो तूफ़ान हो रुकते नहीं है वे, सरहद को सुरक्षित रखते हैं वे, गोली चलाना नहीं है चाहते, हिंसा को बढ़ाना नहीं है चाहते ।। पर कुछ गद्दारो के लिए पूरी गोली खाली करते हैं, हाँ ये वही पागल है जो हमारे लिए मरते है ।। अपना आशियाना साजाना उनका ख्वाब नहीं होता, सरहद पर कोई घुसपेठ करे उनसे बरदाश्त नहीं होता, छाती अपनी आगे करके खड़े हो जाते हैं, लहू की होली खेल खेल कर आंसमा छु जाते हैं ।। हिम्मत नहीं हारते वे, गोली चलाना बेखुबी जानते ह