Love · Me · Non-Fiction · Poems · Poetry · Writing True

Love in Every Fiber of My Being

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Love courses through my veins, unseen,
In every thread of who I’ve been.
A quiet pulse, a steady fire,
A rhythm born of deep desire.

It fills my breath, it shapes my soul,
With every heartbeat, makes me whole.
In each small gesture, soft and pure,
A love that’s boundless, strong, secure.

It wraps my bones, it warms my skin,
A force without, a spark within.
No piece untouched, no part denied,
In every fiber, love abides.

From fingertips to fleeting thought,
In every battle love has fought.
Through joy and pain, through doubt and fear,
Its whispers rise, forever near.

A love that’s lived, and breathed, and grown,
In every fiber, deeply sown.
A life entwined, a heart set free—
For love is all I am, and me.

Courage · Inspirational · Non-Fiction · Poems

Strive to make a difference

What could you do more of?

Within us is a spark of light,
A flame to brighten the darkest night.
“But what more can I do,” you asked.
To leave a mark, fulfill the task?

Let’s listened closely to the world’s soft plea,
For kindness flows like a boundless sea.
let’s dare to give more love, without a doubt,
For that’s what life is all about.

Let’s speak words that lift, not tear apart,
And try heal the wounds of every heart.
A smile can change a stranger’s day,
A simple act to light the way.

Let’s share our time, our strength, our care,
In every corner, everywhere.
For in our hands, the power lies,
To bring hope where sorrow dies.

Let’s be brave enough to lend a hand,
To fight for justice, let’s take a stand.
Even in moments when we feel small,
Courage can inspire us all.

Look up to the sky, Don’t be afraid,
Each step we take, a difference made.
The world awaits the gifts we bear,
To lift it up, to love, to care.

So let’s do more of giving, of spreading peace,
Of helping hope and joy increase.
The difference starts with what we choose,
In every path, in every move.

Bottom line,

The world is waiting for our light,
For all the ways we have to make things right.
It needs our voices, our hearts, our hands,
To plant new hope in barren lands.

Let’s speak up for those unseen,
Shine a light where the dark has been.
Stand tall for truth, for what is just,
In us the world can place its trust.

Let’s give more love, be quick to share,
Offer a hand, to show we care.
Small gestures, though they may seem slight,
Can turn the tide, bring wrong to right.

I dream a world that’s brave and kind,
Where every soul has peace of mind.
Then do the work, each day anew,
For change begins with more of us.

More compassion, more steady grace,
More courage to face what others evade.
Dare to be bold enough to lead the way,
And brighten someone’s cloudy day.

The difference waits within our soul,
A greater part, a fuller whole.
So I’d say be the spark, the voice, the flame,
And the world will never be the same.

Non-Fiction · Poems · Poetry

The Depth of Craving

Which topics would you like to be more informed about?

I crave the spark of something new,
The thrill of knowing what is true.
A world uncharted, vast, untold,
Each secret waiting to unfold.

I yearn not just for the passing fact,
But wisdom’s pulse, in truth intact.
The endless search, the boundless roam,
Through lands of thought I make my home.

It’s not enough to simply know,
I long to feel the roots that grow
Beneath the surface of the mind,
Where ancient truths are intertwined.

I seek the depths, I chase the stars,
The mysteries of near and far.
In every book, in every line,
A fragment of the grand design.

With every question, more to find,
No end to the expanse of mind.
I hunger not for gold or fame,
But for the wisdom, untamed flame.

For knowledge comes, but wisdom stays,
It shapes the heart in quiet ways.
A deeper hunger fuels my quest—
To understand what makes us blessed.

Through every lesson, every page,
I seek the timeless, not the cage.
For knowledge feeds, but wisdom frees,
Unlocking all life’s mysteries.

In this craving, I find my call,
To never settle, to risk it all—
To reach beyond, to dive within,
Where learning ends, and life begins.

To learn, to grow, to ever be,
A student of eternity.

Non-Fiction · Poems · Writing True

Precious Memory

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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Love · Non-Fiction · Poems

In Quiet Rooms and Distant Lands

In quiet rooms where shadows grow,
A love once fierce, now whispers low.
Your touch, a memory, soft as sand,
Slips through my fingers, out of hand.

The miles stretch long between our hearts,
Each step away, a world apart.
But in the silence, still I hear,
The echo of your voice, so near.

Time, the thief, with cruel intent,
Has stolen days we thought well spent.
Yet in the dark, where dreams reside,
You lie beside me, though denied.

Our love, a flame against the night,
Burns on in spite of fading light.
And though the dawn may tear us wide,
In every breath, you still abide.

For distance is a fleeting thing,
A thread that snaps, yet cannot cling.
And time, with all its ruthless pace,
Cannot erase what love embraced.

So here, across this endless span,
I hold you close, as best I can.
For love, though challenged, does not fall,
But rises high, above it all.

Love · Non-Fiction · Poems

The Echo of Love

Love is the whisper in the quiet night,
A touch so gentle, barely in sight.
It’s the warmth that lingers in the cold,
A story tender, yet so bold.

It’s the glance across a crowded room,
A fleeting smile that melts the gloom.
The way two hearts, in silence, speak,
In words unspoken, soft and meek.

Love is the strength when days are hard,
A shield, a balm, a silent guard.
It’s the tear that falls, not out of pain,
But for the joy that still remains.

It’s the memory of a hand once held,
A presence felt, though farewells spelled.
The echo of a voice that’s gone,
But in our hearts, it lingers on.

Love is the laughter shared in the rain,
The comfort found in mutual gain.
It’s the knowing glance, the shared breath,
A bond that lives beyond death.

And though it may fade, as all things do,
Love leaves a mark, forever true.
A timeless trace, a gentle sigh,
A part of us that’ll never die.

Poems

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The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
Creative · Poems

Deny Me Not

I saw the stars in your eyes,

The crescent moon in your smile.

On your chest, I felt how hills were so alive,

And in your lips I tasted the best of earth.

To have it all again, I ache.

So deny me not of your love dear

Deny me not, or I would die.