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In the wake of a love that once promised forever, a girl reflects on the dreams that now linger in the shadows of her heart. This poignant poem delves into the bittersweet ache of missing her beloved, capturing the moments they shared and the visions of a future filled with laughter and a baby girl's gentle fluttering eyelashes. As she grapples with the silence left in his absence, each line reveals the depth of her longing and the weight of memories that refuse to fade. Can she find solace in the remnants of their love, or will the echoes of what could have been haunt her forever? Join her on this emotional journey, where love and loss intertwine, reminding us of the fragility of dreams and the strength found in vulnerability.

A poem on why we need to move on when we're heartbroken.

Well I love to write poems. But I think I suck at it. Please read my poems and comment I would be very happy if you would. I started this when I thought I couldn't write poems but I'm starting to get a little more confidence in them and there is a huge time gape between some of the poems so enjoy~! -SensationalKid

"Summer" is a lyrical heatwave-where memories burn bright and passion pulses through every line. It's a celebration of light, fleeting youth, and the search for joy even in moments of stillness and silence.

This is a poem about someone I thought i was meant to be woth but they were just another mistake

Max, The Man From Nowhere

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

"Lovers in Paris" is a tragic yet tender poem about love that almost was. Under moonlight and silence, the man explores the ache of letting go, the beauty of deep devotion, and the pain of being left undone.

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

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

Poems of a Lost Heart | Toni Verticelli's Poetry of Love, Loss and Rebirth Link: https://a.co/d/8lpWkBu Raw, heart-wrenching, and deeply personal, Poems of a Lost Heart by Toni Verticelli is a soul-baring poetry collection born from pain, healing, and inner strength. These poems capture the ache of love lost, the quiet devastation of grief, and the powerful rebirth that follows heartbreak. Perfect for lovers of emotional poetry, healing words, and writing that speaks directly to the soul. Browse poetic lines, soft aesthetic poems, and pieces that resonate with anyone who's ever loved and lost.

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

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

Poems about God's redemption in my Struggle with Porn

A heartfelt and uplifting poem about resilience, hope, and the power of love. One Step at a Time tells the story of a woman navigating life's struggles, finding strength through her children, and discovering light after the darkest moments.

A heartfelt poem about struggle, self-discovery, and the journey to rise above the past. It explores holding on, finding inner strength, and claiming a life that's truly your own

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]

My poetry experiments

A soul is born weightless, nameless, pure- It takes a body to endure. To touch, to feel, to rise, to fall- It needs flesh to answer the world's call. And just the same... This body of mine-warm, breathing, alive- Needs a home in which it may survive. Not just four walls and silent air, But a place where love dares to care. After marriage, they said, "You are home." But I wandered like a prayer without a dome. A sacred flame with no temple walls, A poem unspoken, a voice that calls. They dressed me in silk, in vermilion light, But never asked if I slept through the night. Their house was built on lineage and pride- But where in those bricks was I meant to hide? I smiled like a guest, walked on eggshell floors, Each corner echoing locked-up doors. I left my motherland, my girlhood room- And entered silence dressed as a bridegroom's bloom. But what is a house without embrace? A grave with curtains, a roof in space. No eyes that searched my soul to see- No hands that built a place for me. They gave me food, gave me rules, But not the freedom to break their tools. A soul needs a body to feel at peace- And a body needs a home to release. Not shelter from rain or shade from heat- But a truth-soaked ground beneath my feet. A window that knows my weeping face, A room where I'm not out of place. I became homeless, not in street or stone- But in the absence of being known. In every house, I was but a guest- A body dressed... but never blessed. And yet, I rise-slow, fierce, and still- With emptiness now shaped by will. If no home claims this sacred form, Then I will build it in every storm. In my silence, in my breath, in my art- A sanctuary grown inside my heart. For I am not lost, though no one waits- I am the keeper of my gates. Like the soul once found this mortal clay- My home shall find me... one day.