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yaya

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Overwhelmed

i wrote this poem a while ago

Overwhelmed
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Eloya Somaine

FreeWriting

MUSIC

Music is a poem about a woman seeking the acknowledgment of her lover.

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Guest

FreeWriting

Crazy Death

A poem to those we have lost in time past and we really miss them

Crazy Death

Nageen khan

FreeWriting

Success

It's hard to focus on things. When it is part of cringe. To be aware of fruitlessness. To be in the valley of hopelessness. Success is fantasy, born for praise. Access to it might burn your face.

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Angela

FreeWriting

The Woman Who Came In From the Night

The second of Picasso's two full-length plays from the 1940s, Les Quatre Petites Filles, has been translated by Jerome Rothenberg from work he started a few years ago. The passage that Rothenberg uploaded on Poems and Poetics is witty and lovely, evoking Mac Wellman's play Jennie Richee and Ashbery's Girls on the Run. We'd love to read the complete play, but perhaps the Henry Darger connection is too obvious. Note from the translator: Although there may not be as much flash as in the more well-k

The Woman Who Came In From the Night
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Peniel Chukwuanyim

FreeWriting

Christian Poetry: Never Forsaken by Princess Funmi

Christian Poetry: Never Forsaken by Princess Funmi God never changes He is still the same Today and forever. Breaks protocols for his own, Even when they don't deserve it. He has changed kings, Overthrown ruling reigns, Turned Day to Night, And Night to Day. But one thing has never changed, The faithful been forsaken, Or suffering lack and hunger. The righteous are always blessed, The little with them is pressed, Given to another in need. Since I was born till now, I've never seen the righteous,

Christian Poetry: Never Forsaken by Princess Funmi
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ใƒใ‚คใ‚ตใƒณ

FreeWriting

Poem for my dieing dog

Poem for my dieing dog In the twilight of your life, you shine so bright, A loyal friend, my guiding light. With every wag, and every bark, You left an everlasting mark. Through fields we ran, in joy and glee, You were always there, right next to me. Now as you rest, in peaceful grace, Memories of our love, I'll always embrace. Your eyes, so gentle, your spirit so kind, A bond so strong, it's hard to leave behind. Though your time on Earth is drawing near, Know that I'll always hold you dear. As

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Reggie

FreeWriting

Harmony of Existence

"Harmony of Existence" is a poetic exploration of life's intricate dance, capturing the essence of fleeting moments, challenges, and the interconnected beauty woven into the tapestry of our journey. The verses celebrate the vibrant palette of experiences and encourage embracing both the sunrise and the fall, cherishing the echoes of laughter and strife that define our shared existence.

Harmony of Existence
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THE HEALER

FreeWriting

Life Is Funny

A spoken poetry about life.

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Nona

FreeWriting

Up to you

I can't drag you into heaven or push you into hell.

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Smartify โ„ข Poetry Publication

FreeWriting

The Ballad of the Curse and the Courageous Knight

From an anonymous poet, in honor of the ballad style and its rich storytelling tradition, we have this poem for you. Hope you like it.

The Ballad of the Curse and the Courageous Knight
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Wanjiru Mwangi

FreeWriting

Wildflower

Oh, my wildflower. Being the wild beautiful flower you are must be hard. Having all the dust thrown at you and experiencing the cold during the night. But worry not because growing and blooming in the desert is not easy. They hate because your perseverance beats their audacity to hate on you. They can't survive half your growth journey. And that sometimes you serve them thorns that poison their hate to nothing but respect to your strong self. Just grow and be the rare species you are.๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ’•. Yours t

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shaan

FreeWriting

I am always deeply moved by the beauty and resilience of people with black skin.

In the tapestry of ebony hues, A symphony of grace and resilience, The people of ebony skin, A portrait of strength and brilliance. Their souls adorned with rich history, Stories etched in every line and curve, Through struggles and triumphs, They radiate a beauty that preserves. From the rhythm of their laughter, To the wisdom in their eyes, Their spirit dances with resilience, Underneath vast African skies.

I am always deeply moved by the beauty and resilience of people with black skin.
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De Johnson

FreeWriting

Mother

A title to hold with grace A role to fill with care A heart to love without a trace A spirit strong and fair A soul that knows no bounds A mind that sees beyond A hand that holds and never frowns A voice that sings a lullaby A smile that lights the way A face that shines with love each day A mother, you are all of this and more The best there is, the best there's ever been I love you more than words can say And I am so grateful to be your child

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Ignatius

FreeWriting

Alone, by Edgar Allan Poe

In Alone, Poe reflects upon a life experienced as an emotional outsider. The narrator's experience of perceiving life and emotions differently to others in Edgar Allen Poe's Alone, has led to him feeling isolated and here he is questioning why he sees things so differently.

Alone, by Edgar Allan Poe
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Marry

FreeWriting

"Whimsical Wonders: Exploring the Garden's Delightful Dance"

This delightful poem takes us on a journey through a vibrant garden, where colorful flowers bloom and dance. It invites kids to explore the wonders of nature, sparking their imagination and encouraging them to embrace adventure. The poem captures the beauty of the garden and the joy of being surrounded by its enchanting sights and sounds. It's a whimsical ode to the wonders of nature that will surely captivate young readers.

"Whimsical Wonders: Exploring the Garden's Delightful Dance"
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Best_Richards06

FreeWriting

Letter to my future self

Dear future self, Your present self is a troubled and empty shell of her old self. The only thoughts keeping her going is the thought of YOU. You are the only thing in the world she's holding on to. Keep her safe. Yours Truly.

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The Chat Room CMU

FreeWriting

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In the middle of the night, Where the moon casts its silvery light, The ocean whispers tales of old, Stories yet untold. I hear the echoes of my past, Regrets that linger fast. Dreams I let slip away, On the tides of yesterday. But now I see the truth, That I'm holding back my youth. And that every chance I miss, Is a dream that I dismiss. If only I could go back, And change my youth and past, I'll dive into the depths, And find my rightful place. Written by: Arnelyn L. Lapatis

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De Johnson

FreeWriting

Mercy

Mercy is a gentle rain, That falls on the thirsty soul, It brings refreshment and peace, And makes the heart to grow whole. Mercy is a healing balm, That soothes the aching heart, It brings hope and comfort, And makes the darkness depart. Mercy is a guiding light, That shows the way through the night, It brings courage and strength, And makes the journey seem bright. Mercy is a precious gift, That comes from God above, It is a blessing beyond measure, And it is a gift of love.

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De Johnson

FreeWriting

Prayer-Filled Month: Happy new month my people ๐Ÿ’•

As the month begins anew, My heart is filled with prayer, May blessings rain down upon us, And peace be everywhere. May hope ignite our souls, And joy fill up our days, May we find strength and courage, In all life's winding ways. May love surround us always, And kindness be our guide, May we seek to understand, And walk with grace beside. May we be the change we seek, And light up the world with care, May we shine like stars at night, And lift up those in despair. As this month unfolds before u

Prayer-Filled Month: Happy new month my people ๐Ÿ’•
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