Poetryoftheday Stories

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

It gently honors the warmth of a small circle, the comfort of being fully seen, and the healing that comes from love that doesn't demand fixing.

Because we live in a broken, fallen world, the feeling of wanderer is easy to come by. And the broken world does not necessarily become easier for the one who becomes God's child. You have probably had at least one season (if not multiple seasons) where you felt as a "wanderer". You live and walk through life moment by moment, day by day, year by year and yet find that you're not sure where you're headed and feel like you carry your cross and struggle with life, alone. Yet all of this must find its end at the feet of the redeeming hope of God's truth. For the Christian, this feeling is deeper because he knows that, despite the unknown and uncertain life and future that stretches before him, he is not really walking through life aimless, helpless and directionless but rather being led and guided by the unseen God; the Father in Heaven. I have written this book to share with any and all those who feel like they're alone in their life and their walk after God. In my imperfect poetry and heart, I have sought to reflect and display this truth of God: That we have tangible hope (assurance) to have and hold in this life and keep us in our walk before Him. If you have seen the path before you as uncertain... If you have found yourself a lonely and struggling traveler through life... Or have felt yourself like a leaf being carried by an unseen wind... Then my book is for you. So grasp the Father's tender hand and let Him lead you through the shadows and light of your life...through His valley of vision. === Cover Art by Maria Oosthuzien (South Africa) [Facebook, Instagram, Google Images]

TALES OF THOUGHT "Dastaane-e-Khayaal" is a tapestry of emotions woven with words-where imagination meets reality, and fleeting thoughts turn into timeless verses. Each poem in this collection is a story of unspoken feelings, unsent letters, and silent conversations with the soul. From the fragrance of memories to the ache of longing, from the spark of love to the solace of solitude-this book takes you on a poetic voyage through the corridors of the heart and the landscapes of the mind. It is not just a book of poetry, but a mirror of every dreamer's inner world-a daastaan (tale) born from khayaal (thoughts).

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

stories that touched my heart. Here you will find collection of different poetry and memories of my thinking. Disclaimer: I don't own the Photos used Both thoughtsinthecloset and Samantha_alpana is run by me

Here is another short poetry it's about self love. It's something that we all need to do we all need to love ourselves more than anyone and anything else.

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They say love fades, but what if it's written into forever? This is not just a poem-it's a reminder. A whisper for the muses, the almost-lovers, the ones who were seen deeply but loved quietly. Because when a writer loves you, you live in their words. When a poet aches for you, you become rhythm. And when a painter captures you, you bloom on canvas long after you're gone. Before you die, experience the love of an artist. It's not always loud-but it's eternal. This piece is for every soul who ever made someone feel enough to be remembered through art. Read it. Feel it. Maybe even find yourself in it.

A poem to relive our childhood

Some words don't just pass by - they stay, they breathe, they live with us. This poem is for every time you've read something that quietly tucked itself into your heart. For every folded page that holds more than ink - it holds a feeling, a memory, a silent pause we didn't want to lose. Because some pages aren't just read, they're felt. 💛

Skin. Bodies. Perfections. Imperfections. Typical beauty. Atypical beauty. Raw. Real. Bare.

I follow is a poem about living within your roots yet following a path you are aware is not going to be safe yet you follow in hopes of things in the world getting better.

Poems about God's redemption in my Struggle with Porn

Poetic Garbage is a self-aware collection of poems drawn from ordinary days and quiet chaos, dumping messy thoughts, unfinished feelings, and shifting moods love, bitterness, exhaustion, healing not to be polished or impressive, but to be honest, real, and lived.

"A little morning romance between her mirror, her hair, and the wind that couldn't resist her grace. Sometimes love is not in grand gestures, but in soft, playful moments."

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