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Eirlysss

FreeWriting

Icarus Reaching for Helios' Hands

013 With these wings, I fled, Escaping from the dark labyrinth. Flapping my hands to stay on the path, Like a tiny little bird who's finally free from its cage. With these wings, I saw Helios. Shinning like a billion embers of candles, Never flickering, forever warm. With amazement, I flapped harder, Feeling the euphoria of reaching you---maybe. Wax thawed, feathers fell, Father's voice echoed. Too late---I'm too late. Dazzled by Helios, trying to reach the unknown, Taking the risk, ended up wit

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Eirlysss

FreeWriting

Forbidden

012 I'm a fish with gills, And swimming is my skill. You're a bird with wings, With the air you do your thing. I'm always looking up at you, While you look down at me. No matter how hard I try to reach, I can't and end up hurt. I'll die if I go with you, Because I can't breathe above. You'll drown if you go with me, Because water is your weakness. No matter how hard we try, We can't be together and just end up hurting each other. For our love is forbidden. The love that shouldn't happen in the f

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Eirlysss

FreeWriting

Unconditional

011 You and I against the rules, the boundary of what is ethical. We are souls searching for comfort, found it, but was wrong. A mark has drawn, society deems it immoral and the world would never accept. An incongruent vessel, a mistake to be shown, and a blunder to speak. But We are not a mistake, our feelings are valid, and we too, are human. Loving one another was a blessing, even though society saw it wrong, even though the world was against. We may have the same sides, We may not look like

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Eirlysss

FreeWriting

The View From The Summit

010 Did you see that mountain's peak? It's so high and so hard to climb. I'm always behind its shadows and I'm so sick. But I am just me, So ordinary, I'm not strong. So I will not be able to climb that mountain peak. Did you see that high summit? I wonder how far my feet can take me there. But I'm just me, So mediocre, Far from strong. So I will not be able to step unto that summit. So I will just hide in its shadows, Never be able to see that sun ahead. I will just bury my self in my sorrows,

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Eirlysss

FreeWriting

Counterclockwise

009 We were only a kid once, 'cuz when we grew up, time will never move backward. It'll continue to flow without a care and consideration. We will grow old, a phenomena we can't escape, and we'll eventually bid goodbye to our childhoods. Hourglass can't turn back time, even though you flip it multiple times. It'll never look back, it'll never stop. Our childhood is temporary, but our growth is permanent, and our time passes. We were only a kid once for there's no formula that shows how to turn b

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Zizi

FreeWriting

Love

Love is a four letter word, But it involves two worlds. Tim and Sarah are head over heels in love. Or so she thought.... But they don’t understand each other’s world. Tim always does what he wants. But he restricts Sarah from doing what she loves. What the heck are you doing Sarah!!! You are meant to be at my beck and call tim’s Punch line. Sarah does as Tim ask because she feels she is in love she knows.... This love is one sided. She reminds herself everyday that Love is not a bed of roses....

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Eirlysss

FreeWriting

At The Piano

008 Let our fingers dance. For now, let's cover ouselves with ignorance, For this too will end later Like a piano performance on the theater. Glide your fingers on the keys, Go and create perfect harmonies. Let your fingers dance on the piano. Let the music travels on the patio. Ease your mind and feel the piece's message. Play with your heart and unviel the mirage. May you hear my 'I love you' Hidden at this piano performance with you. At the piano I play, Hoping you understand what I relay. Th

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Soni

FreeWriting

Poetry

A home away from home.                        On a brilliant chariot Driven by Heavenly messengers, Stacked with divine rapture, quietly thumped on my lawn entryway Composition of Elysium presented individually Empyrean drifted Immaculate welkin came to meet me, toward the beginning of the day hours Calling out to me floundering and mishandling I inquired, "Is it my turn today"? With a heavenly quiet, HE gestured Bang of a windowpane birched against it I staggered, anguished I felt and with esca

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Ajay kumar verma

FreeImage

Where is poetry ?

Poetry is everywhere....

Where is poetry ?
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Thebeezybee

FreeWriting

THE GIRL CHILD

I am a seed, Planted in this soil called life. In me lies fruits, Fruits that will last for generations to come. Fruits that can either be a daughter or a son, a woman or a man, a mother or a father, a sister or a brother, a wife or a husband. Nurture me, Do not torture me, Prune me, Do not hewn me, Love me, Do not hate me, Give me wings to fly high like a bird for I am the girl child. @thebeezybee

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Mr ashu

FreeImage

1. Snowball By Shel Silverstein

I made myself a snowball As perfect as could be. I thought I'd keep it as a pet And let it sleep with me. I made it some pajamas And a pillow for its head. Then last night it ran away, But first it wet the bed.

1. Snowball By Shel Silverstein
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Immi Rana

FreeImage

Poetry

Poetry
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Eirlysss

FreeWriting

Pied Piper

007 The children laughed just by the mention of his name. They understand the meaning of liberated that he claims, they understand the happiness that he spoke of. The only one who don't understand him were the adults. He took the children to play in the mountains, to laugh and get dirty while dancing and singing non-stop. He let them remember that they are still a child, a child that's supposed to run and get wild. He freed them from the shackles of society and obedience, letting them rebel to f

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Wesani Letsoalo

FreeWriting

My crush

It's all about teens love in high school

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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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Eirlysss

FreeWriting

Shipwreck: Fragmented Destiny

006 With tattered parts and pieces, they patches each holes with the hope and spoken promises. The fragments of the ship shall be connected once again, to make the cruise float on the ocean's terrain. At the dock they rested, and on the unknown journey they got pasted; hesitating whether to continue sailing, or just crumble to the world's judgement and beating. The ocean's full of unknown, the things that yet to be accepted and known. So on the shore, they anchored, deciding to stop to go furthe

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Eirlysss

FreeWriting

Broken Marriage Vow

005 A string of fate was tied, knotted into eternity and longevity, locked inside the vault with the promises of forever. Dress as white as snow, flowers blooming in morning dew. What a lovely sight to see. But all was just a moment- fleeting ang passing- changing sceneries and moving places. A string of fate was just a string, can be cut apart, can be broken through time. The white dress will be tainted in red, as the heart will drown in misery, killing it and causing pain. A horrendous act of

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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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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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Raza Khan

FreeImage

Attitude Poetry

Attitude Poetry
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