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I will not be posting today because I am sick, sorry. 4/10/18
This is not a poem but it's the quickest way to get the news out so some of already got it in a message.
The blacksmith raises their hammer to shape and bend the metal to their will, to make something for creating or destroying in their hands, whether it is iron for a flower or steel for a sword, like poetry. They can choose.
I am in fact a blacksmith and it popped in my head to write one about blacksmithing, so I gave it it shot, And as always, Don't forget to tell me what you think!
LI f E: A Prison.
Pain: Something I always feel.
Fame: A waste.
Blame: Something we all do.
War: Death, Pain, conquest.
Flame: Something we all have in us.
Death: Freedom.
Love:  No Definition Found.
Emotion: Pain, anger, hatred.
Definitions: A point.
This is another one of my older poems that I wrote awhile back, and as always, Don't forget to tell me what you think!

Update:1/24/20 2:43 PM.
Definition Found;
[Love: Her.]
The thing we poets have all been at before.
The thing that takes our creativity and throws It out the window.
The thing that disables us from saying what we truly mean.
Yet we always find a way.
I’ve been on writer’s block lately, so I got the idea to write a poem about
writer’s block, we all have been there before so I figured it would be a easy poem
to connect to, And as always, Don’t forget to tell me what you think!
The thing we all feel, whether we decide to show it or not.
Some of us h a t e it, and other just live with it.
Then there are the ones who decide to just be finally, truly...

"Free"
This is another deep poem that I thought I would post on here, I've been one a writers block lately, but I will be posting as soon as possible, and as always, Don't forget to tell me what you think!
The flame we all have in us, love, hate, pain, and joy.
It allows us to become stronger than we ever thought before.
To overcome the challenges that face us, to defeat them.
To finally be free of our restraints, to be free, to be....

Happy.
This is a poem about reaching 10 followers on HelloPoetry.
Thank you all for getting me here, I thought I wouldn't still have a single follower by now, and you guys proved me wrong, It means alot to me. Once again thank you.
  
     I will also be releasing a poem sooner or later called; "The Flame". It's going to be my first story-poem ever. And as always, don't forget to tell me what you think about my poems, what I could do better and improve and things to write about!
Love: the thing most of us have, someone caring for us, and us for them.
Love: the thing most of us want, for someone to care about us.
Love: the thing some of us don't, for we are afraid.





Love: the thing we all have or will try at least once.
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