Category: Non-Fiction

Non-Fiction · Poems · Writing True

Precious Memory

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In the quiet corners of my mind,
I keep your love, I know will never be mine
A tender touch, a whispered word,
Now echoes soft, though never heard.

You were the light in each passing day,
A gentle soul that touched me in so many ways.
Though time went by so swiftly, and life moved on,
Your memory lingers like a song, on and on.

I hold you close deep within me, a secret space,
Your sweet smile, my heavenly grace.
And though years may fade and seasons flee,
One thing remains, you’ll always be my sweetest memory.

In my dream, I walked with you once more,
Our love, untouched by time’s own shore.
For some are meant to stay behind,
As memories gentle, pure, and kind.

Though what we shared has come and gone,
Yet in my heart, it lingers on.
The echoes of your laugh still play,
Like ghosts that haunt the light of day.

We walked our paths, now worlds apart,
But still, you live within my heart.
Your face, your hands, your kiss—
Endless scenes of tenderness, which I can’t help but miss.

Though we lost each other along the way,
But defiant memories refuse to fade.
And maybe our chapter’s reached its end,
But you’ll always be my “might-have-been,” none can rend.

And I will always cherish your memories, our magical thing,
An anthem my heart will always dearly sing.

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Faith · Gospel · Inspirational · Non-Fiction

God, My Rock and Fortress

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Share a lesson you wish you had learned earlier in life.

When storms arise and skies grow dark,
I find my shelter in Your spark.
A steadfast rock, my solid ground,
In You, O Lord, my hope is found.

When waves of fear come crashing in,
You lift me high, my soul within.
A fortress strong, no foe can breach,
In Your embrace, I find my peace.

Through valleys deep and shadows near,
Your presence drives away my fear.
My refuge in each trying hour,
Your strength alone, my mighty tower.

O God, my Rock, forever be,
The place of rest, my sanctuary.
In every trial, I will stand,
Held firmly in Your guiding hand.

Courtesy of the Bible App
Human Nature · Non-Fiction

Our Truth

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In hearts of men, both strong and frail,
We walk the line where dreams prevail.
With courage bold, we reach for stars,
Yet stumble, bruised, from unseen scars.

A flame within, it drives us on,
Through trials faced, through battles won.
But shadows linger, doubts arise,
A fragile soul beneath the skies.

We stand as pillars in the storm,
With love and hope to keep us warm.
But pride can blind, and fear can bind,
The brightest light, the darkest mind.

In kindness, we are giants tall,
Yet selfishness can make us fall.
We seek the good, but falter still—
An endless dance of strength and will.

For human hearts are made of clay,
Molded by both night and day.
A paradox of fierce and meek,
So strong, yet so uniquely weak.

Haiku · Non-Fiction

Human Nature

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Waves crash on the shore,
Hearts both rise and fall with tides—
Endless, evermore.

Creative · Non-Fiction · Poetry

Serendipity

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What’s your favorite word?

In moments spun from threads unseen,
Where fate and chance weave in between,
A whispered breeze, a star’s soft fall,
Serendipity comes to call.

A glance, a touch, a fleeting word,
A song by winds of fortune stirred.
Two paths that never thought to meet
Now dance together, light and sweet.

A coin dropped once, a turn, a door,
Reveals a world unknown before.
With eyes wide open, hearts in flight,
Wishing to find what’s hidden in plain sight.

Then that time comes, so soft, so sweet indeed,
To two wandering souls by chance they meet, a no hand deed,
No plan, no map, no grand design,
Just hearts aligned, a perfect sign.

Like raindrops falling, soft and slow,
Or flowers where they didn’t sow,
The sweetest things, they come to be,
Not forced, but found so naturally.

A glance exchanged, a smile anew,
A path untraveled leads to something new.
What once was hidden now is clear,
Serendipity brought them near.

So there they are, without a clue,
But somehow they were meant for something true.
In all that’s simple, wild, and free,
Lives the magic of opportunity.

For magic lives in what they miss,
A sudden smile, an unplanned kiss.
The universe, with quiet grace,
Leads them to the perfect place.

So they trust the steps, the chance, they embraced,
The mystery time cannot erase.
For in the dance of life they see
The wonder of serendipity.

Creative · Love · Lyrics · Non-Fiction

“I’ll be looking at the moon, but I’ll be seeing you,” Irving Kahal

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What are you doing this evening?

Tonight she thinks of him, alone,
Beneath the moon’s soft silver tone.
Her heart a quiet, steady beat,
In rhythm with the stars’ retreat.

She wonders if he feels the same,
If whispers call him by her name.
Does he, like her, lie wide awake,
With thoughts of love he cannot shake?

The night is still, but in her mind
His voice, his touch, she seeks to find.
Across the miles, through dreams, she’s sure,
Their love remains, unseen, yet pure.

In every sigh, in every star,
She feels his presence from afar.
And though the night may stretch so wide,
Her love, tonight, stays by his side.

Diversity · Non-Fiction

Honor Our Differences

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What personality trait in people raises a red flag with you?

What if we were all the same—
Each thought a mirror, every face a name?
Would we not tire of echoes near,
A world without contrast, nothing unclear?

What is a song without its range,
A sky untouched by winds of change?
For in our hues, our tones, our stride,
We find the spark that can’t be denied.

Some walk a path of quiet grace,
While others sprint a louder pace.
One heart speaks soft, another bold,
Yet both contain a world of gold.

Is not the mountain and the sea,
Both part of nature’s grand decree?
The high, the low, the rough, the clear,
All form the beauty we hold dear.

So honor what sets us apart,
The differing beat of every heart.
For in the dance of you and me,
Lies the truth of our shared humanity.

Creative · Nature · Non-Fiction

O Fall, You of All

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O season rich with golden light,
How sweetly do you charm the sight,
With every leaf, a tale you tell,
A whispered song, a silent spell.

Your breath, it cools the summer’s flame,
And paints the world with autumn’s name,
In hues of amber, red, and gold,
A beauty born as days grow old.

The trees, they shed their emerald dress,
And don a cloak of grand finesse,
Each branch adorned with colors bright,
A final burst before the night.

The air is crisp, the skies are clear,
As harvest time draws ever near,
The earth, it offers up its yield,
A bounty from the quiet field.

You bring a peace, a stillness rare,
A moment’s pause, a time to care,
For all the gifts the year has brought,
And all the lessons we have sought.

The moon grows fuller, nights stretch long,
And in the wind, a distant song,
It tells of winter’s creeping hand,
Yet in your warmth, we make our stand.

O Fall, your beauty stirs the soul,
A gentle call to feel whole,
In every leaf that drifts and sways,
You remind us of life’s sweet ways.

So let us walk beneath your sky,
And breathe you in, before goodbye,
For though you leave, you’ll come once more,
To bless our hearts as days restore.