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Inspired by true events. A not-so-common Love story!

Short Romantic poem

Step into the fire, feel the heat, and march toward Mount Zion. This poem weaves the powerful energy of "Bonfire" by David Bennett with the relentless courage of "March to Zion". Every step is a story, every spark a lesson, and every heartbeat a call to rise. The journey is heavy - the weight of struggles, the shadows of doubt, the scars of the past - yet through it all, the spirit remains untamed and unstoppable. This isn't just about walking or surviving; it's about marching with purpose, igniting the fire within, and letting the light of Mount Zion guide every step. Feel the rhythm of resilience, the power of courage, and the unstoppable force of inner fire. This is for those who rise despite the odds, who march despite the darkness, and who embrace every spark as part of their story. Your journey, your flame, and your spirit are sacred - and this poem is a testament to your unstoppable rise.

In these poems, I meditate on the mysterious and Divine purpose to the existence of beautiful things. Created beauty...the painting...is but an echo and reflection of the Creator and Divine Artist "One thing I have desired of the Lord , That will I seek: That I may...behold the beauty of the Lord." ~Psalms 27:4 "Let Your work appear to Your servants, And Your glory to their children. And let the beauty of the Lord our God be upon us..." ~Psalms 90:16‭-‬17

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I'll be posting series of poems explaining the thoughts of man and how they affect our daily lives These poems will be treating different angles. Ranging from *Sex/Rape *Curiosity *Feminism *Equality and so much more. Please follow me on this exciting journey

You appeared, quite unexpectedly might I add. Yet you showed up. Presented yourself before me scared, nervous, but ready to try. Our hearts both on the mend, broken from other before us. You painted this image: walls stacked high, a force field to deflect the pain...tumbled around the more we spoke. I talked to you like we'd known each other for years, an old friend, no fear or worries of retaliation. Open and honest. The nerves and anxiety disappeared the moment I saw you. But how? Laying next to you brings a feeling of ease while our bodies melt together, feeling as one. Your hugs bring comfort. Our hands together feel strength. Your words are those I've only dreamed I'd one day hear. Your actions already speaking as loud as your words. Time has been but an instant, an interval of measure we can barley keep straight. A span so short, but feeling like months in all the best possible ways. You're not what I'd imagine I would be here with, it's true. But the home my heart is making for you, believe I only imagine you now. I think I'm falling in love with you. ~ Ankit Dubey ✨

Isn't it beautiful they we fall for each other.

Lord, Kiss Me is a poem that leverages on the emotion of a fictional person desperate for the saviour's lord. His life hangs on a kiss, To the Chronicler, the "Kiss" is the highest expression of agape love. The poem is full of awe striking images such as cold weather, emotions of hazyness, guilt and leverages on the supranatural etc

I trace verses from my portrait. A collection of poetries • by Azmii (•Image credits to the rightful owner)

Here, you can feel all emotions which make you overwhelmed by your subconscious thoughts which you can't explain in words to anyone but still you feel it everytime , everyday . Life is the most beautiful as well as most difficult thing in the world . So here, I am Poornima presenting you a collection of my favourite words which are very close to me and if you feel connected with any of the lines of these poetries then it will be hounour to me.

I just find it funny how we all waited for someone else, but nobody waited for me.

love poem

My heart was the only one, I was innocent and simple, I collided with you, I became crazy, I found you lovely, you felt brotherly desires, you woke up, but I fell asleep.

Just shattered pieces of my mind put together 🧩

This isn't just a story-it's my truth, my fire, my reality. Life will always reveal who people really are when they think you're not watching, when they think you don't feel, when they assume you'll just carry what doesn't belong to you. But I don't. I don't carry dead weight, I don't bend for hypocrisy, and I don't shrink for judgment. I read energy, I see masks fall, I hear the lies between the lines. I'm not here to play savior or sponge for chaos-I'm here to stand in my light. And that light? It blinds the ones who live in shadow. They block me, they delete themselves, they run from the mirror I hold up. That's not my loss-it's their reflection. I am Alexandria-whole, gifted, unshakable, unstoppable since birth. My boundaries are sacred, my awareness is sharp, and my presence is power. To everyone reading this-protect your energy, honor your gifts, and never apologize for being too much. The ones meant to walk with you will align. The rest will disappear. That's divine timing. That's truth. That's me-raw, real, unfiltered.

This book is a beautiful collection of short stories . This book will be a roller coaster ride for you , so hold on to your seats it's going to be an epic ride . Just relax yourself, get in your bed drink some hot choco and enjoy this book feel and imagine every story in this book. HOPE YOU LIKE IT ❤✌

Happy Easter everyone! I know this year may seem a little different, no fancy new outfit, no going to elaborate Easter plays, no egg hunts. But no matter what Easter may look like this year, only one thing truly matters, Jesus still died for our sins, He still rose from the grave, and He is STILL alive today! So maybe this year can be a break for us all from all the eggs and bunnies and candy, and we can focus on what really matters, Jesus.

This poem is for the silent warriors-the ones underestimated, overlooked, and dismissed. It's about surviving the fire that others thought would consume you, transforming every attack into strength, and rising unseen yet undeniable. Your power doesn't need applause; your growth speaks for itself.