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Smartify ™ Poetry Publication

FreeWriting

He would be the Satan

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He would be the Satan
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Nick ondieki

FreeWriting

TRULY I LOVE YOU

.........How do I....... How do I tell you That your touch melt my heart like dews And your words Pierce my heart like a sword. How do I tell you That ever time I stare at you I wish I could hold your hands And lie lie by your side. How do I tell you That every word I say to you I utter with fear And a drop of tear. How do I tell you in your arms I wish to sink And from your lips I wish to drink Our heads I will link And your lovely eyes I wish to stare without a blink. How do I tell you How muc

TRULY I LOVE YOU
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Rudraksh Mishra

FreeWriting

Unsaid love

Under the bright light wonder was the place right eyes glanced, heart jumping and pumping, so good wish the moment freezed shouldn't be that shy eyes were amazed, how to suppress wish could say the last bye heart was confused, how to express i swear i gave my best but believe me i got the worst The better I tried The better I failed. Of being, linked The thought recurred I was once again, allured But it was all ruptured. How Wonderful bond that was can't tell how grateful i was the friendship wa

Unsaid love
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Alex O'bor

FreeWriting

"WHEN THE NIGHT DIES" (A Short Poem by ALEX O'BOR)

From dusks till dawns The sunrise and the sun dies Everyday is smiles and frowns Time flies, Life dies and phoenix rise WHEN THE NIGHT DIES I'll wake-up and then embrace my labour suits Lace-up my touring boots And walk-up my paths on the soily sunny miles WHEN THE NIGHT DIES I'll walk my dreams in due times I'll make haste whilest the sun shines And drink life from the pool niles WHEN THE NIGHT DIES I'll sing hosana hosana to the deity I'll recite my psalm-ons, for i am awake Because maybe some

"WHEN THE NIGHT DIES" (A Short Poem by ALEX O'BOR)
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M Abbas

FreeWriting

What Is Success?

Success (the opposite of failure) is the status of having achieved and accomplished an aim or objective. Being successful means the achievement of desired visions and planned goals. Success in life means attaining your vision of a good life. It means achieving specific goals that result in the future you have planned for yourself. Success in life is defined by the individual. Your vision of success looks different than someone else's.

What Is Success?
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De Johnson

FreeWriting

New month

In the realm of time, a cycle begins anew, As the old month departs, the new month breaks through. With each rise of the sun, a fresh chapter unfolds, An unwritten canvas, waiting to be told. September arrives with a gentle embrace, A month of transition, a change in its pace. Leaves whisper secrets in the autumnal breeze, Colours of amber and gold adorn the trees. The days grow shorter, the nights a bit colder, As nature prepares for its grand transformation older. In this tapestry of time, a c

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maki_maki

FreeWriting

Nature' Poem

Amidst the whispers of the trees so tall, Nature's symphony plays, a gentle call. Rivers dance with shimmering glee, Underneath the sky's vast tapestry. Mountains rise like ancient kings, Guardians of secrets that nature brings. Fields of flowers, a vibrant hue, Painted by a hand that's pure and true. The sun dips low, a golden fire, Painting the horizon with colors to inspire. Stars emerge, a sparkling sight, Guiding the wanderer through the night. In forests deep, secrets softly reside, Where

Nature' Poem
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Opoku Lexicon

FreeWriting

Different Worlds

A poem that brings to light the different worlds that we live in. Taken from different worlds from the Songs of Lexicon.

Different Worlds
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Nish

FreeWriting

MASK

She is sad, She is depressed She is lost, She is scared..... But everything stays behind that mask.... The mask of a happy, lively child Who smiles everytime With a life full of rainbows And not a shade of grey And then comes that time, When she is all alone, Locked in her personal hell Slowly removing her mask, She cries, she screams, she bawl Until she sleeps No one can understand, They will never But sometimes she wishes That they can feel, That all these smiles are fake, That her eyes had lo

MASK
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De Johnson

FreeWriting

Vengeful Flames

Burning bright with fury and hate, Revenge consumes me, it's my fate. I'll make them pay for what they've done, My anger rises like the sun. I'll plot and plan, I'll bide my time, Until the moment is just right. Then I'll strike with all my might, And watch them suffer in my sight. No mercy will I show to those, Who wronged me and caused my woes. Their pain will be my sweetest pleasure, As I exact my vengeful measure. But as the flames of revenge die down, I'll be left with nothing but a frown.

Vengeful Flames
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Smartify ™ Poetry Publication

FreeWriting

The Perfect Rainbow

I stood watching out my window As the nighttime became dismissed The clouds and sky started out to glow There was no location now to hide caught among the floating clouds The solar’s rays exchange and streak ...

The Perfect Rainbow
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Kedze Marcevinus Akah

FreeWriting

Cameroon and African Poetry

Invoking Peace

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Smartify ™ Poetry Publication

FreeWriting

Tells a truth too hard to bear

A poem written by an anonymous poet...

Tells a truth too hard to bear
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Kech

FreeWriting

I'M A WINNER

I'm a winner can't be a looser,i dominate can't be demoted. I rule in all facets of life cos am crowned with the wisdom which supercedes all my peers. Failure isn't permitted in my destiny and lineage cos we are embodiment of winners . We lead in all we do cos we are accord peculiar and royal priesthood. Am not moved by any challenges of life cos am born an over comer ,born to dominate. I flourish in my endeavours cos i have the right to prosper. I swim in prosperity cos the strong holds of po

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Mr earnest

FreeWriting

Mysterious memories

It's an original script written by me. In this poetry, the writer references to the power of memories and compares the drops of raining with memories and the fear of losing his beloved concerns the writer. In the end, As raining comes to an end and memories disappear. Then the mind becomes colourless.

Mysterious memories
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Reeba_writes

FreeWriting

"Paradise"

Thinking of you is my favorite hobby, With Darling heart and thoughts foggy, When I stare down in your dazzling eyes, My mind skips all those wistful goodbyes, I still feel your presence all around, Hearing to the voice, sewing my wounds, Here am I , Still wanting you , In this world or shall I make new? My eyes are waiting for your presence, Engulfing my hands into your fragrance, My heart is now melting for you like an ice , I'm still finding you up to the seven skies, I believe one day it wil

"Paradise"
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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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Mr Ben

FreeWriting

Cynicism

Poem: Cynicism I always look forward to a health relationship Yet, all of my efforts to to make it work become a mishap I have always wanted to have a good companion Yet, I have been entrapped by those interested in my onion Moving up and about have I searched for true love Yet, I have engaged those ripping off the good I am of I have been assured not to give up in my search for the right one Yet, I have been cheated on I believe my relationship will work well Yet, what it has brought me is hell

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R1Editional

FreeWriting

Poetry of Life

In the shadows, my heart cries, A melody of sadness, a silent river. Memories dance, in the seeping darkness, A symphony of longing, searching love. In the stillness of the night, Where the shadows creep softly, The echo of lost love, Haunts me as I cry. Memories are like thorns, Penetrating the soft skin, The heart that was once whole, Now broken inside. But in the midst of this pain, a glimmer of hope still shines, Because from the depths of the heart, Strength emerges in a silent scream.

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Prakash

FreeWriting

Poetry

Poetry (derived from the Greek poiesis, "making"), also called verse,[note 1] is a form of literature that uses aesthetic and often rhythmic[1][2][3] qualities of language − such as phonaesthetics, sound symbolism, and metre − to evoke meanings in addition to, or in place of, a prosaic ostensible meaning. A poem is a literary composition, written by a poet, using this principle. The Parnassus (1511) by Raphael: famous poets recite alongside the nine Muses atop Mount Parnassus. Poetry has a long

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