#freestyle

469 posts
  • nk_4d_poetry 1w

    Embodied

    City life,
    City lights,
    Everytime I'm feeling right,
    Girl,
    I got you here tonight,
    Shining like a crystallite,
    All my years,
    And all my life,
    No more tears,
    No more lies,
    Wipe them tears,
    Wipe them eyes,
    Girl,
    You got me hypnotised.

    ©nk_4d_poetry

  • megamarie 4w

    Before I let you go
    I want to say I love you
    I hope that you're listening 'cause it's true, baby.
    You'll be forever in my heart,
    And I know that no one else will do.
    So before I let you go
    I want to say ...
    I love you

  • tobiie 5w

    Well... I can't think of a topic

    Why do I feel like this
    Nothing ever goes my way
    I guess this is faith
    Why do I feel so sad
    When I did nothing bad
    You were the one who gave up on us
    These feelings I can't force

    I don't know what to think
    Why do I feel like I'm jinked
    I think I need to be fixed
    I guess I wasn't your pick
    Or rather you're just being a dick
    I'm done being a love freak
    Get out of my life you prick
    Now I'm going to have a drink on the beach

    ©tobiie

  • sheena 7w

    Word dic:
    •Clarion: Medieval brass instrument with a clear shrill tone
    •Delineate: Represent accurately or precisely

    #ificanmakeyoustay #odetolove #lovepoem #freestyle #mirakee #wod #random
    @miraquill @writersnetwork

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    T O M A K E Y O U S T A Y

    If I keep writing,
    will you be here forever?
    to delve into the ink stains left
    on those blank sheets
    to evolve like the magnum opus
    that's my most cherished piece,

    I wonder if you will stay,
    even if our hearts broke like
    ceramic plates clanking against
    the cemented floors, leaving a loud
    echo that still rings deep in my mind
    like a clarion, with a defeaning voice!

    I wish to keep you here,
    in my verses and metaphors
    as you shine the brightest in between
    my words, I've chosen just to speak all
    about you; perhaps that is just my way
    to show my emotions in the most
    delineated way
    ©sheena

  • myinkispoison 8w

    Them

    Have you ever felt like a piece of your soul got ripped out because they are no longer here?

    They linger in the walls, like ghosts that refuse to cross over.
    The space they left behind has now become warped with memories of what once,
    And never will be again.

    They may lay dormant for a while, but when they awaken they bring with them the memories that you have kept in the back of your mind.
    Replay.
    Pause.

  • simranbawa 10w

    Just a small piece I wrote for a special person hope you like it.
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    #pod #wod #love #soulmate #freestyle #poetry #prose #special #life #friendship #trending

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    Soulmate

    My idea of utopia you ask?
    It's the word itself,
    All, but the last five letters.
    You, who flew across webpages
    Just to crash into mine;
    You, who completed my puzzle
    With your last piece;
    You, who filled my sentences
    And sang my melodies;
    It was you giving
    Volume to my hollow,
    Joy to my sorrow and
    Hope for a better morrow.
    A dream, too vivid to be true
    A fantasy, so lucid, full of you.
    A casket full of memories,
    A basket of expertise.
    A mate to my soul,
    My soulmate as a whole.
    Just like water, you mould
    To fill the morphing shapes
    Of my old vessel;
    I fear
    Just like water, you'll slip
    Off the brim, into the distance,
    With newly found nestle.
    So in a different story
    I wish to meet you again
    Until then stay with me
    Forever alive, in my pain.
    ©simranbawa

  • thethrillofchase 12w

    They can't speak,
    those rocks
    You would know otherwise
    without you how lonely
    I feel

  • mr_stellar 13w

    A deeply felt #poetry writing by me, after a short gap. But, I can assure you that this one is filled with #Rage. I've not written it with full-fledged anger. Rather, I just tried tap into my naturally residing rage, which is quite intense and much more meaningful; thus evident that it is higher & #Classy, than some nonsensical anger. I hope you will enjoy reading it.

    #Poem #Poems #New #Writing #Writeup #Writer #Author #Poet #Offbeat #Art #Moral #Life #Philosophy #Psychology #Mind #Musings #Book #Books #Publishing #Motivational #English #Inspirational #Classic #Freestyle #Literature #WOD #POD #TOD

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    Rage

    I ain't a saint.
    Sometimes, even blood looks like a paint.
    If it's my own, it's my proud creation of art.
    If the fallen blood is anyone else's;
    then its Karma's way of playing its part.

    Rage is in-built.
    Those who can't find it,
    should incur their own guilt.
    Rage is good for right reasons.
    Wage a war for morality.

    I wage a war, diurnally.
    My rage is built, nocturnally.
    If I go out for hunting, I don't prey just one;
    I am a whatchamacallit anomaly.

    Rage is a cage.
    Catch & collect, like a sage.
    Life ain't just a single page.
    If deeds are justified, resilience has no age..

    Rage is also a finesse.
    Rage is also an orgasmic release.
    Rage like a cold-blooded creature.
    Rage is good, for and with the right reasons.
    Karma will stand by you.

    © Stellar Ram 2021

  • ngalyon87 19w

    Bad Vibes

    I'm a monster call me the yeti
    I'm shooting up some fetty
    Like it's some fucking confetti
    I said im down for my setty
    I'm so very ready
    Needle in hand
    Hit that vein nice and steady
    Bitch I know this is deadly
    Sometimes I can be petty
    Suicide on my mind
    I only fly high
    High up in the sky
    Oh my
    Do or die
    ride or die
    I'll slide right by while you catch you a bullet in the eye
    I can't lie
    And no I'm not smoking the loud
    I'm a fiend but I'm still proud
    I don't want to ever come down
    So hand me the crown
    King shit all around
    All of the pussy I wanna pound
    Then I slide right on out of the town
    Without even a sound
    I don't fuck around boy
    I'll lay your body on the ground
    ©ngalyon87

  • haryashva 20w

    A static murmur of darkness follows through my slumber, decorated in starlight,
    The queer reality of my dreams is a dull discomfort to the mind,
    It grows,
    As I wield the devil's demeanor,
    As I decide the doom's designation,
    As I lull lovers and their love,
    As I harbour their hallucinations and hesitations,
    Wake me up!
    Before I turn into a poetic clown toiling with tongue-twisters,
    Before I burn my bonds and beliefs.
    Keep me awake as long as there are bones to pick.
    ©haryashva

  • le_hornet 23w

    Momentary Musing

    Love is what you speak, but hate is what you be, war tends to bring you peace, your eating habits bring your heart grease, your no exercise regime keeps your body dead, as you only imagine the image in your head from your bed.

    I love life personally, far from pessimistic, more close to realistic... but fantasy is what you want;

    “Your doing fine eating swine, the worlds problems are not yours, you don’t believe in god, so you really don’t believe in no cause, just that you control your life, with a remote control guiding your ears and eyes.

    ©le_hornet

  • penletting 28w

    tsuki (the moon)

    she burns bright,
    impassioned with
    worldly concerns.
    and in her passing,

    she has seen
    vivid shades
    of nature's discord, and
    heard recounting
    of dark tales of agreement;
    she has felt the world shifting,
    ever westward
    into the day's embrace.

    she walks;
    she touches
    every naked face,
    leaving cold blemishes,
    bearing witness to
    the deeds of the night.
    and as the day
    dawns upon the world,

    she walks through
    the white tower,
    gate to the yonder -
    as her silver robe sways
    in the night's quietus,
    her radiance weeping through
    the archways of the tower gates,

    she fades
    into the horizon,
    where the world's blue is
    sundered
    into the endlessly deep oceans
    and
    the limitlessly vast skies!

    #npm15 #poetrymonth #napowrimo #moon #tsuki #she #poetry #freestyle

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    tsuki

    she burns bright,
    impassioned with
    worldly concerns.
    and in her passing,

    she has seen
    vivid shades
    of nature's discord, and
    heard recounting
    of dark tales of agreement;
    she has felt the world shifting,
    ever westward
    into the day's embrace.

    she walks;
    she touches
    every naked face,
    leaving cold blemishes,
    bearing witness to
    the deeds of the night.
    and as the day
    dawns upon the world,

    she walks through
    the white tower,
    gate to the yonder -
    as her silver robe sways
    in the night's quietus,
    her radiance weeping through
    the archways of the tower gates,

    she fades
    into the horizon,
    where the world's blue is
    sundered
    into the endlessly deep oceans
    and
    the limitlessly vast skies!

    ©penletting

  • geethalakshmi 30w

    Every morning reminds us
    that this life is to live to the
    fullest satisfaction and there
    should not be any compromise
    in getting the happiness.
    And now, the question is
    how to create ourselves
    rather than finding ourselves
    ©geethalakshmi

  • abidemy 30w

    Free Style, Free Intent

    Baby so fine
    Hard to find
    Yet, so easy to like
    You don't even need to try,
    or feign yanga.
    You already got that killer smile


    Freestyle, freestyle
    Was all this was meant to be
    But your elegance has got me staring,
    admiring, thinking, planning
    Maybe this is what the love birds preach
    So tirelessly on the bird app
    The fear of approaching is thrilling.
    My heart has never found any cardio so exerting
    Yet so exciting

    The air feels ethereal
    My lungs don't wanna let go of this....
    Just realised I've been holding my breath
    As my brain fancy ways of
    Closing the breadth between us

    That subtle beauty
    lightening up my mood
    Swaying through,
    and lightening up the room
    What am I to do
    Cux now I'm caught in this limbo.
    Entangled in the scent of your perfume,
    I realize a conversation is due


    Your first replies to my well thought pickup lines
    were so calming.
    I was tempted to send everyone out of the hall
    And find an amplifier to your voice.
    Baby, say those words again
    I think I've found the compiler
    to set my life in order,
    Like the next few verses

    Baby so fine
    How do you go by?
    Everyday without guards beside you
    Every week without paparazzi dropping by
    Making their religion off your lifestyle
    Not in a stalking way,
    but to admire
    The work of a master designer

    For the final piece
    I listen to this track on repeat
    Cux with it
    Comes inner peace
    Girl, you don hit me
    So hard, it feels heaven sent
    ©abidemy

  • mr_stellar 33w

    The Neon Verse

    Glitchy Purple!
    Neon lights...
    Cyber World;
    I am the King!

    I am the lone hunter.
    I am the Ruler.
    I am a Cyborg!
    I am a punk who is Cyber.
    But, I am more human.

    Waves are inside.
    Waves are outside.
    Electrifying energy.
    Orange and Neon.

    I don't even need to have a form.
    I can transform into anything, coz that's my norm.
    Dear Evil, beware of Good.
    Because if devil is there, then God is also there.

    For now, there might be just candle lights in the dark.
    But pretty soon, knowledge will rise as gorgeous as the Sun.
    Count your Karma.
    Count your boons and curses.

    Future is boundless.
    Future is Science.
    Future is a Spiritual Fantasy.
    Future is me,
    Future is you,
    Future is the newfangled present!

    © Stellar Ram 2021

  • florentyna 33w

    Calamity (9/11)

    Been around a thousand souls, (7; a)
    Experienced a thousand vibes, (7; b)
    Still can't fill this enormous void. (8; a)
    Looking for a specific kind. (8; b)
    "Too much of expectations", (7; c)
    Says the more logical side. (7; b)
    Then interrupts the dreamy one, (8; c)
    "Go for it. It just feels so right." (8; b)

    I am sorry if I seem like a fool. (10; d)
    Just in deprivation; deprived of you. (10; d)
    Yours is the most doubtful encounter I pant for. (12; c)
    However, you're the missing piece to make me whole. (12; c)
    Crossing oceans, rambling pavements with wandering eyes (13; b)
    Expecting a familiar face from a long, lost life. (13; b)

    If I am just dreaming, let me sleep. (9; e)
    Waking without you is calamity. (11; e)

    ©florentyna


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  • discreetliterature 33w

    Expression

    Expressing helps take out demons hidden in the mind,
    the demons called thoughts, or ideas.
    Or angles like memories or emotions,
    The feel that fill our mind,
    Trapping it inside, keeping it unsaid would only kill it,
    Expressing only sets them free,
    It float in the inner minds of outer world,
    And in a shapes of matter called words.

  • penletting 36w

    series: mind
    part 3: rust

    words unsaid -
    lumps of raked up thoughts
    choked forever
    in his numb throat
    words
    cooked up,
    for fine occasions,
    or for somber days;
    words
    never uttered
    for want of admiration;
    for the fear of admonition;
    words
    stacked safely
    in his head
    spilling into his
    now quiet larynx;
    wanting to get out -
    without the Maker's will!
    words,
    gathering dust,
    cobwebs and husk -
    words
    laid to rest
    to rust
    in his bloody throat;
    put to waste
    to wither
    far away beyond
    his forgotten existence.

    #poem #poetry #freestyle #poetryseries #mind #wring #musings #thoughts #existence #words #wordporn #questions #answers #self #rust #thoughts #lost #forgotten #lost #memories

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    rust

    words unsaid -
    lumps of raked up thoughts
    choked forever
    in his numb throat
    words
    cooked up,
    for fine occasions,
    or for somber days;
    words
    never uttered
    for want of admiration;
    for the fear of admonition;

    words
    stacked safely
    in his head
    spilling into his
    now quiet larynx;
    wanting to get out -
    without the Maker's will!
    words,
    gathering dust,
    cobwebs and husk -

    words
    laid to rest
    to rust
    in his bloody throat;
    put to waste
    to wither
    far away beyond
    his forgotten existence.

    ©penletting

  • penletting 36w

    series: mind
    part 2: tear

    the whelp howled -
    into night's nascent drips;
    insonant
    lunar craters trembled,
    as he climbed
    the windy stairs
    in blind joy!
    his tongue
    whipped beads of his being
    into the night's cold!
    denizens of the sky
    pranced around,

    cackling and cooing -
    calling him out,
    to journey long and hard!
    euphoria
    consumed his soul - as
    his neck laid torn
    in his predator's jaws;
    and in
    moon's witness,
    joy tore his heart apart -
    as he scaled
    the ascendant's pass!

    #poem #poetry #freestyle #poetryseries #mind #wring #musings #thoughts #existence #words #wordporn #questions #answers #self #tear #madness #euphoria #deranged

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    tear

    the whelp howled -
    into night's nascent drips;
    insonant
    lunar craters trembled,
    as he climbed
    the windy stairs
    in blind joy!
    his tongue
    whipped beads of his being
    into the night's cold!
    denizens of the sky
    pranced around,

    cackling and cooing -
    calling him out,
    to journey long and hard!
    euphoria
    consumed his soul - as
    his neck laid torn
    in his predator's jaws;
    and in
    moon's witness,
    joy tore his heart apart -
    as he scaled
    the ascendant's pass!

    ©penletting

  • pripri 40w

    A head full of thoughts

    The overthinking mind,
    it just cannot unwind
    You know you wont stop the grind
    Untill you find
    the self that is still undefined

    But please dont remind
    The forever confined
    The wings we bind
    We wont spare a dime
    Coz we aint yet sublime!

    Now lets stop the whine
    So we can fine
    The men that aren't really benign
    Dont stay in the line
    time is now and its not yours or mine.