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My first attempt for this beautiful form of poetry called Acrostic. Do correct me if you find any mistake in this. Hope you will motivate me and like it.

Self care

Poem-prayers against pride, wandering, anxiety...

In the month of November, writers Kat Savage and J.R. Rogue are hosting a series of writing prompts called #aseverythingturnsgrey . These are my contributions. Enjoy!

A collection of raw emotions, hidden feelings, and unspoken words. Each piece is a whisper from the soul.'" Words that hide feelings. Poetry that speaks unspeakable.

Poems about what I lost...and what He restored and redeemed "For the Lord's anger is but for a moment. His favor is for life; Weeping may endure for a night, But joy comes in the morning." ~Psalms 30:5 "Be glad then, you children of Zion, And rejoice in the Lord your God; For He has given you the former rain faithfully, And He will cause the rain to come down for you- The former rain, And the latter rain in the first month. The threshing floors shall be full of wheat, And the vats shall overflow with new wine and oil. "So I will restore to you the years that the swarming locust has eaten, The crawling locust, The consuming locust, And the chewing locust, My great army which I sent among you. You shall eat in plenty and be satisfied, And praise the name of the Lord your God, Who has dealt wondrously with you; And My people shall never be put to shame." ~Joel 2:23‭-‬26

just a petite compilation of random poems of mine.

Now we're both lost in our own way, Somewhere far away I am Somewhere far away you are.

Someone feeling unfulfilled in life, losing themselves, and wrestling with the demon they are ashamed of making, trying to find happiness.

Before I met him, I had lost my faith in love and for me it was a known stranger with harsh words and fires and burns. But in the midst of chaos, he came like a new season with extended arms and kindest charms, tasting a bit like heaven. If there were any second chances in my life for love, I knew I took this one and my world has never been more better.

Just a collection of my poems about things that we all feel at a point in our lives but are not able to convey in the most minimal words.

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Poems on those created in the Image of God (Acts 17:24-30)

something about people today

Remains is a collection of poetry by Anna Phoenix. Remains is a stitched together heartfelt collections of what still remains after someone leaves.

Raunaq lives between the lines of her poetry and the silence of unspoken emotions. On her anonymous poetry page, she finds freedom - until a mysterious poet named Karan appears, stirring feelings she never expected. What began as a mistaken follow leads to late-night chats, shared verses, and a bond deeper than either of them imagined. Raunaq hides her real identity, unsure if she's ready to reveal her heart - especially when Karan's calming voice becomes the melody she never knew she needed. They become best friends, sharing everything from daily routines to their deepest wounds. Raunaq, expressive and emotional. Karan, wise and comforting. But between the friendship, the poems, and the late-night calls... feelings bloom in the silence. Can a voice become home before a name is even known?

Poems I prayed in faith, cried and wrote in heartache, long before I ever met my wife, the Lord graciously gave to me in answer to thos poetic prayers and meditations

- here lies the words. My words.

Poems about waiting on the Lord to fulfill His promise and your purpose "Trust in the Lord , and do good; Dwell in the land, and feed on His faithfulness. Delight yourself also in the Lord , And He shall give you the desires of your heart. Commit your way to the Lord , Trust also in Him, And He shall bring it to pass. He shall bring forth your righteousness as the light, And your justice as the noonday. Rest in the Lord , and wait patiently for Him..." ~Psalms 37:3-‬7 "...Then you will know that I am the Lord , For they shall not be ashamed who wait for Me." ~Isaiah 49:23

These are old rap songs i wrote, to today. Some of my very first poetry under the un-official band name: Raising the Bronze Serpent