Category: Non-Fiction

Non-Fiction · Values

The Chains of Cynicism

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Cynicism wears a knowing grin,
A mask that hides the rot within.
It tells you all that’s good is fake,
That every smile conceals a snake.

It sharpens words to cut and tear,
Turns trust to ash, leaves hearts threadbare.
A bitter laugh, a cruel jest,
It sours hope within the breast.

No kindness given, none received,
For every truth must be deceived.
It builds a wall, stone upon stone,
Until you’re left to stand alone.

But walls can’t keep the world away,
They only block the light of day.
And in the dark, what do you find?
A prison forged within the mind.

Yet somewhere past those guarded gates,
A brighter world still quietly waits.
So tear the chains, let cynics rail—
In love and trust, we shall prevail.

Nature · Non-Fiction · Sonnet

Kissing Summer Goodbye

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The summer sun begins its slow descent,
As golden days give way to cooler nights,
The warmth that lingered, now begins its bent,
Toward autumn’s call, with softer, gentler lights.

The flowers fade, their vibrant colors waned,
The breezes change, a whisper of the fall,
And though the summer’s joy we have retained,
We know the time has come to heed the call.

So let us bid farewell with tender grace,
To sunsets long and days of endless blue,
For every season has its time, its place,
And now the earth prepares for something new.

Yet in our hearts, the summer will remain,
A memory to warm us through the rain.

Inspirational · Non-Fiction

Hope II

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Hope is the light in the darkest night,
A whisper of dawn, a promise of sight,
It’s the seed that sleeps beneath the snow,
Waiting for spring, for its chance to grow.

It’s the flame that flickers but never dies,
A glimmer of blue in stormy skies,
Hope is the anchor in a restless sea,
A guiding star that sets us free.

It’s the breath you take when the world is still,
The strength to climb the steepest hill,
Hope is the hand that pulls you through,
When all seems lost, it’s the faith in you.

It’s the song that plays in a silent heart,
The courage to finish what you start,
Hope is the dream that you hold tight,
The beacon that shines through the endless night.

In every tear, in every pain,
Hope is the sun after the rain,
It’s the voice that says, “Just one more try,”
A force that lifts you up to fly.

So keep it close, let it burn bright,
Hope is the key to endless light,
For in its glow, you’ll find your way,
To a brighter, better, endless day.

Inspirational · Non-Fiction

Faith

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“but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.”
‭‭Isaiah‬ ‭40‬:‭31‬ ‭NIV‬‬
https://bible.com/bible/111/isa.40.31.NIV

When shadows stretch across the land,
And all seems lost, hard to withstand,
A light within begins to rise,
Unseen by earth, yet known to skies.

Faith whispers soft in darkest night,
A beacon strong, a guiding light,
It lifts the weary, soothes the soul,
And makes the broken pieces whole.

No storm too fierce, no mountain too high,
Can break the trust in what’s nearby,
For faith is not just hope or dream,
It’s rooted deep in truth unseen.

It walks with you through every fire,
And fuels the heart with pure desire,
To press on through, to stand and fight,
When all seems lost, it shows the light.

Through valleys deep, through deserts dry,
Faith sees the rain, the open sky,
It knows the sun behind the cloud,
And feels the peace within the loud.

So trust in faith, let it reside,
In every step, let it be your guide,
For with it, you are never alone,
In faith, we find our way back home.

Non-Fiction · Poetry · Writing · Writing True

The Tenets of Writing

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The tenets of writing are carved in the soul,
In ink that bleeds from mind’s deep scroll,
Where truth and fiction intertwine,
A place where shadows and light align.

First, there is honesty, raw and pure,
The courage to face what you’re unsure,
To peel back layers, reveal what’s real,
To write what only the heart can feel.

Then comes the craft, the careful hand,
That molds the chaos, makes it stand,
With rhythm, with meter, with flow and grace,
A structure that gives each thought its place.

Next is the voice, unique and strong,
A melody where your words belong,
It’s the fingerprint in every line,
The mark that makes the work truly mine.

There is also patience, slow and deep,
The willingness to dive, to leap,
To revise, to rewrite, to start anew,
To see the journey fully through.

And lastly, passion, the driving force,
The burning fire, the endless course,
For writing is not just what we do,
It’s the very essence of being true.

These tenets guide the writer’s hand,
They build the worlds where we all stand,
For in these rules, these sacred creeds,
The writer finds the words they need.

Creative · Non-Fiction

A Blogger’s Glory

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In the quiet of the night’s solemn pace
A screen beams bright, a sacred space,
Where thoughts take flight, and words aline
A world created, line by line.

The blogger sits, with her heart laid bare,
Each post a story, duly crafted with care,
A digital pen in hand she wields,
Her thoughts, her dreams, a shield, a field.

With every click, may her voice be heard,
Across the globe, she whispered words,
A tale of her life, of her love, of her pain,
Of her victories won, of her lessons gained.

In comments left, in her heart do touch,
A silent bond that means so much,
For in her space, she finds her way,
To share the light of a glorious day.

But true glory lies not in fame,
Nor in the clicks that bear her name,
But in the truth behind the stories she shared,
Believing they connect her to the very few who cared.

For in each post, a part of her revealed,
Her hidden truth, her wounds unhealed,
But in hope, through sharing, her heart can mend, grateful to the knit community, where earnest words transcend.

In humble plea, let the blogger write with a bare hint of pride,
Let her voice be heard in the world vastly wide,
and may her stories find their destiny
For the glory of a blogger, is when her heart finds its route to many.

Creative · Love · Non-Fiction

I’m Waiting

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I sit beneath the solemn night sky,
Where every breeze seems like a sigh,
The world moves on, in a gentle pace,
But here I wait, a patient grace.

The moonlight spreads its golden thread,
As thoughts of you are all over my head,
I am wishful thinking of moments yet to be,
Of love that finds its way to me.

Each star above, a wish I make,
That somewhere you’re awake,
Perhaps gazing too at the same night,
And feel the same longing just as bright.

Time is impatient and remorseless, yet I remain
Anchored to hope that quells the silent pain,
For love is worth each passing day,
Each wistful night, come what may.

In every dawn, hope sparks,
A promise subtly hiding in the dark,
That you are out there, getting near,
To end this wait, to calm my fear.

So I will wait, as seasons change,
When a bridge is build, and our paths are rearranged,
And in that moment, when we meet,
The waiting ends sweet, and our hearts complete.

YouTube/Sergio Mendez/Bridges
Creative · Non-Fiction

The Power of Smile

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Smile goes a million miles,
a tender gesture
that’s always worthwhile.

A smile’s light, a gentle spark,
Illuminates the deepest dark,
It lifts the soul, dispels the gloom,
Transforms a shadowed, cheerless room.

In every curve, a story told,
Of kindness, warmth, a heart of gold,
A bridge that spans from soul to soul,
A silent force that makes us whole.

It whispers hope when words are few,
A balm that heals, a love renewed,
In just one smile, the world can see,
The boundless strength of empathy.

So let your smile be bright and free,
A gift to all humanity,
For in its glow, we find our way,
A beacon in the light of day.

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