Poetryofthesoul Stories

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

𝑎 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑢𝑛𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠- 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟, 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟, 𝑢𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑦. 𝑗𝑜𝑦 -𝑜𝑟 𝑝𝑒𝑟ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑖𝑡𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓? poetry

"Between the Lines" is a collection of poems that dances between the quiet spaces of the heart, where words often fall short and emotions linger in the shadows. Each verse is a breath, a pause, a reflection of the moments that shape us but go unsaid. From the depths of heartache to the sparks of self-discovery, these poems capture the delicate power of unspoken truths. They are fragments of thought, woven together in vulnerability and strength, inviting you to explore the spaces where meaning resides, not in what is spoken, but in what is felt.

Radiate Through the Dark This piece is a soulful confession and a beacon for those wandering through the labyrinth of their own shadows. It is born from years of silent battles and deep wounds - scars etched in the soul from a childhood steeped in pain and solitude. Yet, amidst the darkness, there is a relentless pulse of light that refuses to be extinguished. This song channels that inner fire, that quiet rebellion of the spirit against despair and toxicity. It speaks to the sacred journey of awakening, where suffering becomes the crucible of transformation, and every broken piece of us shines with newfound wisdom. It is an invitation to hold onto hope, to embrace the raw truth of our existence, and to radiate with courage and authenticity - lighting a path not only for ourselves but for all those lost in the dark.

My love, Not yet seen but already recognized, Not yet held but already felt deep within... I am writing to you from an inner place where silence speaks loudly, where the wind and the sea hold ancient secrets, where a hidden bush on a distant beach revealed your presence to me. I know you exist. I haven't imagined you. I have recognized you in spirit. My heart lit up like when you hear a familiar voice you've never heard before. Your presence invaded me without words, like a promise that doesn't come from man but from God. You are not a dream. You are the concrete manifestation of a promised grace. You are flesh and light, soul and reality. You won't just be in my mind, you won't just be in a poem: you will be in my hands, in my days, on my path. I have waited, sometimes with anxiety, other times with resignation, but now I feel I must act: not to forcefully seek you, but to prepare the ground where you can walk toward me. With God as the gardener. I welcome you today-even though we have not yet met. I choose you, in freedom. I bless you, wherever you may be. And I entrust to God our time, our fragilities, the distance that separates us. Come, if you too hear this voice. I will be there. With an open heart, with empty hands, but with love ready to become a home. And even if we don't see each other today, I will not stop living as if you existed. Because true love doesn't need proof to start building. It only needs faith and truth. Until we meet, at the perfect hour. In the name of Love that does not disappoint. Yours, in promise and in reality Francesco

collection of peoms a girl writing peoms to her father, he will never receive !Trigger Warning ! ! Selfharm ! Suicide

Situationship heartbroken poem.

My inner thoughts spoken poetry

Because even the wildest hearts fall to their knees when the light fades. Set against the silence of open skies and the ache of everything left unsaid, Even Cowboys Cry at Dusk is a collection of poems about the kind of love that lingers, long after the dust settles. These pieces speak of men who run from what they feel, women who burn too bright to stay, and the ghosts that follow when pride lasts longer than tenderness. It's the quiet heartbreak of wide horizons and empty beds, of longing that hums like a train in the distance. Told in the language of wind, whiskey, and unspoken truth, this book captures the raw, cinematic ache of being human, the way we love, lose, and carry what never really lets go. For the ones who loved too hard. Left too late. And still feel it when the sun goes down.

"Some days, it feels like the world moves on without you. You carry memories, pain, and grief that no one else can see. You talk to yourself in the quiet, to the walls, to the night, trying to make sense of it all. You've lost people, places, and pieces of yourself along the way, and sometimes it feels like there's no one to notice or understand. But even when your mind is hazy and your heart heavy, there's a spark inside that refuses to die - a flicker of strength that keeps you moving forward. This poem is for anyone who has felt alone in their own head, who has screamed into the void, who has survived another day when it felt impossible. You are not invisible. You are not forgotten. You are still here, still fighting, and that matters more than anyone can tell you. Even in the storm, even in the haze, you are enough. And some days, surviving is the bravest thing you can do."

A soul-stirring poem praising the majesty, mercy, and power of Allah, the Creator of all. This piece blends awe of nature with deep spiritual reflection, reminding us of His constant presence and boundless mercy. Each verse magnifies the signs of His greatness found in the skies, the earth, and the human soul.

"Maybe eventually was here all along." A raw, reflective journey through heartbreak, self-awareness, and healing. Inspired by the lyrics of Calvin Harris' "Sweet Nothing" and Tame Impala's "Eventually" and "Breathe Deeper," this poem unravels the pain of giving yourself away without ever truly offering anything to yourself in return. This is a reflection on survival. The quiet moments that felt like strength. The ways we try to fill our cracks with love we never thought we deserved. It's about learning how to breathe again. About rebuilding from the inside out. And maybe, just maybe, realizing we were always becoming who we were meant to be.

Between the Lines is a collection of poems where I dive into the moments that aren't always spoken, the feelings that are tucked away just out of reach. It's about the things I've felt but couldn't say, the silent spaces that hold more meaning than the words themselves. These poems are my heart laid bare, capturing the truths I've found in the quiet places between the lines.

"Echoes in Reticence" delves into the inner dilemma of holding back emotions and unspoken words. It vividly captures the profound ache of wanting to express feelings but fretting they might burden others. As thoughts and words remain trapped in the deep recesses of the mind, they become echoes-yearning to be freed but confined in silence. A soulful exploration of the burden of unexpressed truths.

Poems about God's redemption in my Struggle with Porn

A raw poetic journey through self-blame, betrayal, and isolation. This piece dives deep into the soul's silent suffering and the longing for release from emotional captivity.

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]

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