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Drich The Poet

FreeWriting

Behind My Pillow

My world is peace My world is harmony My world is growth My world is joy My world is love My world is the future My world is my dream. Freedom comes after You find what enslaved you. In a realm of no pain Only inner peace That clover around your imagination Back to present Stained mud imitates blood Role play is left Unattended to, TV's no Longer have a function The movie is right in front of your pupil For now the apocalypse Has not yet come. Back to my pillow In nights of after Struggled days,

Behind My Pillow
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Mehero afros

FreeWriting

Poetry

About love

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Thebeezybee

FreeWriting

IN MY SHOES

When I was born I was without shoes Now as an adult I find myself in different shoes Some of them I choose to buy Some were gifts or so I thought Others, I can't just tell How I got them But, I never stole any. Some of these shoes fit perfectly Some don't fit Some are way too big Others are too tight Yet I wear them Enduring the discomfort. When you see me having them on You admire them on my feet But you may not understand that 'He who wears the shoe knows where it pinches'. We all wear these s

IN MY SHOES
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Quinzen

FreeWriting

New Halls of Knowledge

In the halls of knowledge, fresh and bright, A brand-new chapter I unfold with pure delight. I begin on a journey, full of dreams, Glad to meet new set of teams. In classrooms' embrace, we learn and inspire, Igniting passions, sets our hearts on fire. Now, let us revel on this vibrant odyssey, To live a life both blessed and socially. Our circle of friends grow wider every day, Endless laughter and joy seem to pave our way. Morning classroom chats, hiding under the sun, These are moments that ca

New Halls of Knowledge
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penmind

FreeWriting

Soulful Threads: Navigating Digital Labyrinths

"Soulful Threads": Elian and Alina's metaphoric digital journey towards authenticity. Philosophical conversations unravel avatars, revealing the human longing for real bonds. A call to bridge the virtual-authenticity divide.

Soulful Threads: Navigating Digital Labyrinths
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Eirlysss

FreeWriting

Sham

018 ANOTHER TITLE: "I LOVE YOU BUT I DON'T LOVE YOU" I know I look like a desperate idiot, For chasing after a man who doesn't care. I know I could end up in embarrassment, For being so forlorn and bizarre. I know you won't ever love me, For you have someone else you want to marry. I know you won't look at me the same way I look at you, For you have someone else that can complete you. I know that I'm not the one you need, For you have someone else to hold. I know I'm being a villain, For I am th

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Kuvonakala

FreeWriting

PLANTATION

We all want to bloom and bear fruits, but we originate from different seeds and the conditions of our plantation differ. Some were planted for commercial purposes where their success is guarantee because they are being planted on optimal condition. Some were planted by mistake but they will survive because they are at right conditions. They enjoy the privilege of the soil they have fall on. Some were planted at wrong conditions by mistake but their farmers are doing the lot for them to survive g

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Smartify ™ Poetry Publication

FreeWriting

No Goodbye

My head became buried deep in her neck, The odor of her hair delivered consolation To my as soon as-lonely heart...

No Goodbye
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Bea Krishia

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Title: Embracing My Passions Poetry, Badminton, Books, Movies, and Music

the explore of passions that light up my life and inspiration.I have discovered a world of self-expression and comforts. poetry is to express depths of my emotions, thought. And I Enjoy of playing badminton. Books enhance my vocabulary, imagination and inspiration, learning and Movies are my comforters, providing solace teach me about life, I find solace in the embrace of music.transport me to a serene sea, where I can sit on the sand and let my imagination free, comforting me.

Title: Embracing My Passions
Poetry, Badminton, Books, Movies, and Music
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Ghulam Raza Almani/Badin.Pakistan

FreeImage

شام جو هي پهر

شام جو هي پهر Evening poetry in sindhi #sindhipoetry555

شام جو هي پهر
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Lisa

FreeWriting

I'm just one (poetry)

They say I'm two, but I'm just one, A mystery to unravel, yet to be undone. I stand before them, flesh and bone, But they see two, a duality unknown. They question my existence, my very being, As if two souls within me are disagreeing. But I assure them, with every breath I take, That I am one, my heart and soul at stake. They point to my contradictions, my every flaw, As if two personas within me are at war. But I tell them, with every word I speak, That I am one, my identity not weak. For I am

I'm just one (poetry)
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Queen 👑

FreeImage

Islamic

Achi batye sab tak pohnchye plz thanku

Islamic
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Mirchi

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Tere bin season 2 Trending Pakistani drama

Tere bin season 2 Trending Pakistani drama
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ReVoice

FreeWriting

The Isolated Porcupine

A poem about little porcupine

The Isolated Porcupine
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IMaxG

FreeWriting

By the river side.

By the river side, A peaceful retreat Where a gentle breeze blows And the sun's heat The birds chirping and singing, The trees blowing in the wind, The grass swayed in harmony, The water trickled in a gentle din. The sound of the river soothes my soul, The scent of the grass sweet and bold The sight of the river, so clear and blue, It's beauty like nothing I ever knew. The river side, A place of solace and peace, Where I can go to find A calming release

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kolly_writes

FreeWriting

Poetry

Hard shell, thick skin Slow pace, leave a trail Thick trail, beautiful scenery Companionship of like mind Like wise carry each other through the thick bush Of unchattered, scary, dangerous, beautiful scenery Grow skin and hard shell on the road untraveled, slow leave a trail!

Poetry
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Kwealth Tv

FreeWriting

JOURNAL OF A WHORE

It was on a bright weekend early afternoon. As I remained there ringing the doorbell tenderly, somebody pulled my pants. "Mom, mom, convey me." Cried a minuscule sharp voice. I really wanted no heavenly messenger to let me know what its identity was. Obviously, it was the voice of my three years of age little girl. If by some stroke of good luck she knew how chaotic it was lifting her up as she had put on a ton of weight as of late. Perhaps more than her age mates however at that point, a mother's affection wouldn't allow me to overlook the little one, regardless of whether I needed to. "Great sky," I murmured, feigned exacerbation, and scooped her up in my arms.

JOURNAL OF A WHORE
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Kech

FreeWriting

LOVE IN RELATIONSHIP

it more of spoken words

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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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AjiriPens

FreeWriting

OH MORNING!!!

Morning, a kind of fresh start reforming what seized to exist, peace. As for me I'll say my morning my peace.

OH MORNING!!!
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