#spiritualgrowth - Hello Poetry

I cannot be afraid to feel. Sometimes emotions strike me like a runaway train. Once, they mapped my past lives and told me my mission here was to turn intensity into spiritual wisdom. So I cannot fear anger, or shame, or pain. Because in my hands, all of it becomes poetry.

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Oct 11, 2025

Oct 11, 2025 at 8:52 AM UTC

girlinflames

Turning Fire Into Light

I cannot be afraid to feel. Sometimes emotions strike me like a runaway train. Once, they mapped my past lives and told me my mission here was to turn intensity into spiritual wisdom. So I cannot fear anger, or shame, or pain. Because in my hands, all of it becomes poetry.

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I watch nostalgic shops come down and malls rise up— _mauling_ the memories I once had of me growing up; Old theatres turned into churches— looking fancy now, as if church was always about that constant outward wow. And I question if the practice echoes all that they preach— the birth, the walk, the cross, the rise, and the reach of Jesus—exactly what the Gospel of Luke is about— But it's just loud; _more about, what a good look is about._ An unfamiliar reflection grins from this house— built up for the buzz, and chasing every new bounce. Busy like a bee's buzz, grinding daily with mugs in hand, all of us are chasing a good kind buzz in a restless land. But I knew my youth had quietly slipped away when I stopped sprinting to match its pace each day… I just pause and recall how life once came wrapped— the best gifts were in the present, untouched, perhaps. And to admire it all like a lover I once held tight— a fleeting embrace, now only found in a silent night. She’s both a memory and a moment I meant— constantly arriving early, and urging me to repent. So I write, not for fame, but for legacy's seed— _literally a literary testimony_ – my children will read. Not just someone who preached, loud and devout, but one who lived it—so much they breathed it out.

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Aug 7, 2025

Aug 7, 2025 at 11:33 AM UTC

OddOdysseyPoet

The Mall, the Memory, the Ministry

I watch nostalgic shops come down and malls rise up— _mauling_ the memories I once had of me growing up; Old theatres turned into churches— looking fancy now, as if church was always about that constant outward wow. And I question if the practice echoes all that they preach— the birth, the walk, the cross, the rise, and the reach of Jesus—exactly what the Gospel of Luke is about— But it's just loud; _more about, what a good look is about._ An unfamiliar reflection grins from this house— built up for the buzz, and chasing every new bounce. Busy like a bee's buzz, grinding daily with mugs in hand, all of us are chasing a good kind buzz in a restless land. But I knew my youth had quietly slipped away when I stopped sprinting to match its pace each day… I just pause and recall how life once came wrapped— the best gifts were in the present, untouched, perhaps. And to admire it all like a lover I once held tight— a fleeting embrace, now only found in a silent night. She’s both a memory and a moment I meant— constantly arriving early, and urging me to repent. So I write, not for fame, but for legacy's seed— _literally a literary testimony_ – my children will read. Not just someone who preached, loud and devout, but one who lived it—so much they breathed it out.

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You may not see the final destination— but _every step, every fall_, is part of something forming. The direction you're heading will always be patient. Even when you feel sick from believing you're stagnant, you are still shifting. __Still becoming.__ __Don’t worry__! The silence has its own voice. And the waiting has meaning, even when it feels so cruel. In time— it will all make sense. The past you came from will become a mirror. And your future self will look into it and see how far you’ve really come.

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Jul 1, 2025

Jul 1, 2025 at 12:53 AM UTC

OddOdysseyPoet

Reflections in Motion

You may not see the final destination— but _every step, every fall_, is part of something forming. The direction you're heading will always be patient. Even when you feel sick from believing you're stagnant, you are still shifting. __Still becoming.__ __Don’t worry__! The silence has its own voice. And the waiting has meaning, even when it feels so cruel. In time— it will all make sense. The past you came from will become a mirror. And your future self will look into it and see how far you’ve really come.

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I wish I could tell you, and have you understand— that you are you, and I am me. We put so many years between us, and in all that time, you’ve changed nothing, while I’ve had to change everything about me. Just please understand— I am a locust, and you are a tree. I lay dormant for years, by your side, if only by circumstance. I shed my skin again and again, while you sat still— unrelenting in your ways, unmoving through the seasons, resistant to the surrounding decay. I pray you understand, as I only have this to say— you and I were born in the same forest, and you expected me to stay?

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Feb 27, 2025

Feb 27, 2025 at 2:10 PM UTC

RubiFoster

The Locust and the Tree

I wish I could tell you, and have you understand— that you are you, and I am me. We put so many years between us, and in all that time, you’ve changed nothing, while I’ve had to change everything about me. Just please understand— I am a locust, and you are a tree. I lay dormant for years, by your side, if only by circumstance. I shed my skin again and again, while you sat still— unrelenting in your ways, unmoving through the seasons, resistant to the surrounding decay. I pray you understand, as I only have this to say— you and I were born in the same forest, and you expected me to stay?

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तुम कहते हो करूँ पश्चताप, कि जीवन के प्रति रहा आकर्षित , अनगिनत वासनाओं से आसक्ति की , मन के पीछे भागा , कभी तन के पीछे भागा , कभी कम की चिंता तो कभी धन की भक्ति की। करूँ पश्चाताप कि शक्ति के पीछे रहा आसक्त , कभी अनिरा से दूरी , कभी मदिरा की मज़बूरी , कभी लोभ कभी भोग तो कभी मोह का वियोग , पर योग के प्रति विषय-रोध के प्रति रहा निरासक्त? और मैं सोचता हूँ पश्चाताप तो करूँ पर किसका ? उन ईक्छाओं की जो कभी तृप्त ना हो सकी? वो चाहतें जो मन में तो थी पर तन में खिल ना सकी? हाँ हाँ इसका भी अफ़सोस है मुझे , कि मिल ना सका मुझे वो अतुलित धन , वो आपार संपदा जिन्हें रचना था मुझे , करना था सृजन। और और भी वो बहुत सारी शक्तियां, वो असीम ताकत , जिन्हें हासिल करनी थी , जिनका करना था अर्जन। मगर अफ़सोस ये कहाँ आकर फंस गया? कि सुनना था अपने तन की। मोक्ष की की बात तो तू अपने पास हीं रख , करने दे मुझे मेरे मन की। अजय अमिताभ सुमन

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Apr 3, 2021

Apr 3, 2021 at 4:59 AM UTC

ajayamitabh7

पश्चाताप

तुम कहते हो करूँ पश्चताप, कि जीवन के प्रति रहा आकर्षित , अनगिनत वासनाओं से आसक्ति की , मन के पीछे भागा , कभी तन के पीछे भागा , कभी कम की चिंता तो कभी धन की भक्ति की। करूँ पश्चाताप कि शक्ति के पीछे रहा आसक्त , कभी अनिरा से दूरी , कभी मदिरा की मज़बूरी , कभी लोभ कभी भोग तो कभी मोह का वियोग , पर योग के प्रति विषय-रोध के प्रति रहा निरासक्त? और मैं सोचता हूँ पश्चाताप तो करूँ पर किसका ? उन ईक्छाओं की जो कभी तृप्त ना हो सकी? वो चाहतें जो मन में तो थी पर तन में खिल ना सकी? हाँ हाँ इसका भी अफ़सोस है मुझे , कि मिल ना सका मुझे वो अतुलित धन , वो आपार संपदा जिन्हें रचना था मुझे , करना था सृजन। और और भी वो बहुत सारी शक्तियां, वो असीम ताकत , जिन्हें हासिल करनी थी , जिनका करना था अर्जन। मगर अफ़सोस ये कहाँ आकर फंस गया? कि सुनना था अपने तन की। मोक्ष की की बात तो तू अपने पास हीं रख , करने दे मुझे मेरे मन की। अजय अमिताभ सुमन

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I hold her tightly Her skin against mine Soothing her pain For I am to blame for the scars inscribed on those innocent thighs And my words are the bullets that tore right through her It was my name etched into the tears I forbid she shed And I who introduced that strong body, to Abuse But still I wrap her in apologetic arms Seeing the beauty and worth she has always had We join forces stilling the battle of two I am whole, on my own in my own forgiving, loving embrace

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Aug 22, 2020

Aug 22, 2020 at 1:17 PM UTC

talialialia

Psychological Split

I hold her tightly Her skin against mine Soothing her pain For I am to blame for the scars inscribed on those innocent thighs And my words are the bullets that tore right through her It was my name etched into the tears I forbid she shed And I who introduced that strong body, to Abuse But still I wrap her in apologetic arms Seeing the beauty and worth she has always had We join forces stilling the battle of two I am whole, on my own in my own forgiving, loving embrace

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I Surrender Surrender all the places I don't fit Surrender all the boxes I dont fit in Surrendere all the lives I dont fit into I Surrender I surrender my success I surrender my failures I surrender my heart I Surrender Surrender to myself Surrender to loving myself Surrender to acceptance I Surrender it all

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Aug 9, 2020

Aug 9, 2020 at 5:53 AM UTC

donna-morgan

Surrender

I Surrender Surrender all the places I don't fit Surrender all the boxes I dont fit in Surrendere all the lives I dont fit into I Surrender I surrender my success I surrender my failures I surrender my heart I Surrender Surrender to myself Surrender to loving myself Surrender to acceptance I Surrender it all

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Dark is to light, as black to white. When we write, from what place? I wrote, dwelling there, amongst the shadows, without face; leeching for love, my cup empty, heart scattered into pieces. I write, divinely guided; exploring unclimbed mountains, where weakness and courage elope, advancing towards freedom, My cup fills, healing below the glimmers of hope. I accept, my world of black, as it mends into white, for I know, what is in the dark, is to rise to meet light.

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Jul 3, 2020

Jul 3, 2020 at 4:10 PM UTC

Reneebrookes

the Art of Polarity

Dark is to light, as black to white. When we write, from what place? I wrote, dwelling there, amongst the shadows, without face; leeching for love, my cup empty, heart scattered into pieces. I write, divinely guided; exploring unclimbed mountains, where weakness and courage elope, advancing towards freedom, My cup fills, healing below the glimmers of hope. I accept, my world of black, as it mends into white, for I know, what is in the dark, is to rise to meet light.

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Within of each of us There sounds a call! The key within the keyhole Quietly hoping we will notice. Are we curious? Do we wonder? What are the secret notes? Calling us from the wind? Yet whispering to us from within. The corridors seem lonely Am I the only one standing Alone in this great hall? The fear is a lump pounding in my throat. To turn the key and open the door What is on the other side? Everyone has run away So quickly, they are nowhere to be found. Where do I go? Why did they hide? Quietly, I wonder. Yet an Angelic chorus Sings, "Come Follow Me!!" In six part harmony. It is calming. I desire to taste its sweetness. I turned the key Stepping through the open door What stood before me I had never seen before! It is a tree! Seven Roots and Seven Branches! As old as the earth itself! In amazement, I stood, looking high into the sky To the very top of the tree Soaring into Heaven Most High. What can this be? Is there a rhyme or reason? I see only a tree! Or is it?! The song continued It's sweet melody growing Closer and closer. Flapping white wings Fluttering from branch to branch A beautiful white Dove Sings her melodic enchanting song. Each note embracing my heart With love, peace and understanding. Oh the Beauty! The rapture and the peace! The flowing Love between Opened my eyes to the wonders Of all the beautiful stars shining Within each galaxy Upon her golden crown. Oh how, I had longed for such an embrace! As the tide hugs the shores and the sea kisses the horizon. Gently her touch Caressed my face. She is so familiar For my body, was born of her body My eyes, born of her eyes. My ears, my muscles, and sinuses Born of her ears, her muscles, and sinuses. From her I have come. To her I will return. The Amma of my Spirit, My beautiful Dove!

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Mar 5, 2020

Mar 5, 2020 at 5:47 PM UTC

KeiyaT

The Dove

Within of each of us There sounds a call! The key within the keyhole Quietly hoping we will notice. Are we curious? Do we wonder? What are the secret notes? Calling us from the wind? Yet whispering to us from within. The corridors seem lonely Am I the only one standing Alone in this great hall? The fear is a lump pounding in my throat. To turn the key and open the door What is on the other side? Everyone has run away So quickly, they are nowhere to be found. Where do I go? Why did they hide? Quietly, I wonder. Yet an Angelic chorus Sings, "Come Follow Me!!" In six part harmony. It is calming. I desire to taste its sweetness. I turned the key Stepping through the open door What stood before me I had never seen before! It is a tree! Seven Roots and Seven Branches! As old as the earth itself! In amazement, I stood, looking high into the sky To the very top of the tree Soaring into Heaven Most High. What can this be? Is there a rhyme or reason? I see only a tree! Or is it?! The song continued It's sweet melody growing Closer and closer. Flapping white wings Fluttering from branch to branch A beautiful white Dove Sings her melodic enchanting song. Each note embracing my heart With love, peace and understanding. Oh the Beauty! The rapture and the peace! The flowing Love between Opened my eyes to the wonders Of all the beautiful stars shining Within each galaxy Upon her golden crown. Oh how, I had longed for such an embrace! As the tide hugs the shores and the sea kisses the horizon. Gently her touch Caressed my face. She is so familiar For my body, was born of her body My eyes, born of her eyes. My ears, my muscles, and sinuses Born of her ears, her muscles, and sinuses. From her I have come. To her I will return. The Amma of my Spirit, My beautiful Dove!

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It happens Feeling yourself growing distant from who you are day by day losing interest in the things you love. Allowing your blanket to swallows you whole disappearing I just into the darkness of a growing pain. Questioning who you really are and what this is not knowing for how long it’s been, You’ve been looking for the moments where you once felt bliss but, your Memory cease to exist. Losing focus on the prize blaming others for your pride consistently wanting to cry, feeling as if you’re outside of yourself floating in a world you were once apart of. Numbness starts to kick in not having control of anything anymore, highs and lows hit intensely then ever before. All you want to do is hide these feelings hoping for it to go away You could build up walls that will temporarily stay but, it’s just like a band-aid that can’t cure the pain. So hold on tight to this emotional roller coaster we have a lot of growth to gain Only god know how long it will take for Us to recover from this Growing pain.

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Jun 30, 2019

Jun 30, 2019 at 2:19 AM UTC

Okay_noemiii

The beauty of being lost ; Part I

It happens Feeling yourself growing distant from who you are day by day losing interest in the things you love. Allowing your blanket to swallows you whole disappearing I just into the darkness of a growing pain. Questioning who you really are and what this is not knowing for how long it’s been, You’ve been looking for the moments where you once felt bliss but, your Memory cease to exist. Losing focus on the prize blaming others for your pride consistently wanting to cry, feeling as if you’re outside of yourself floating in a world you were once apart of. Numbness starts to kick in not having control of anything anymore, highs and lows hit intensely then ever before. All you want to do is hide these feelings hoping for it to go away You could build up walls that will temporarily stay but, it’s just like a band-aid that can’t cure the pain. So hold on tight to this emotional roller coaster we have a lot of growth to gain Only god know how long it will take for Us to recover from this Growing pain.

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A young prophet born to lead, everyone follows their own greed Religion is the weapon and mankind their tools What was once holy is now ***** keeping the masses blind folded Spiritually condemning them and seeking their own favor I plead to you my fellow christian...wake up the world is ending Put on your holy armor lets go convert souls From death to life from life to eternity ... This is the Gift that God grants thee The world is dying full of neglect It only promotes violence, partying...death Do not succumb to your weaknesses, pray to God he will fix this Clean the dust from your Divine Armor and equip yourself with it Let God use you and you will see that many will turn to God Be an example to others and let the Holy Spirit guide you Evil entities and spirits will try to reclaim you But you belong to God now they cannot touch you At the end of your life you will realize it was all worth it You may be poor in life but rich in spirit Let your light shine on the darkness that surrounds souls Allow others to see that God exists within you Perhaps you may save a soul today We the Warriors of Light fight spiritually against demonic forces We will eventually win this spiritual war God is with us Don't lose faith brethren Let your tongue praise God I hope you find an answer when reading this poem Give God a chance that may be the greatest choice you will ever make in your Life. ©Franko the Christian Poet

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Apr 22, 2016

Apr 22, 2016 at 2:34 PM UTC

franko-the-christian-poet

Divine Armor

A young prophet born to lead, everyone follows their own greed Religion is the weapon and mankind their tools What was once holy is now ***** keeping the masses blind folded Spiritually condemning them and seeking their own favor I plead to you my fellow christian...wake up the world is ending Put on your holy armor lets go convert souls From death to life from life to eternity ... This is the Gift that God grants thee The world is dying full of neglect It only promotes violence, partying...death Do not succumb to your weaknesses, pray to God he will fix this Clean the dust from your Divine Armor and equip yourself with it Let God use you and you will see that many will turn to God Be an example to others and let the Holy Spirit guide you Evil entities and spirits will try to reclaim you But you belong to God now they cannot touch you At the end of your life you will realize it was all worth it You may be poor in life but rich in spirit Let your light shine on the darkness that surrounds souls Allow others to see that God exists within you Perhaps you may save a soul today We the Warriors of Light fight spiritually against demonic forces We will eventually win this spiritual war God is with us Don't lose faith brethren Let your tongue praise God I hope you find an answer when reading this poem Give God a chance that may be the greatest choice you will ever make in your Life. ©Franko the Christian Poet

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my heart filled with gratitude I am overflowing with Love Life seemed so dreadfully pointless And now everything comes alive

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Jun 1, 2014

Jun 1, 2014 at 7:46 AM UTC

silas

little bursts of light

my heart filled with gratitude I am overflowing with Love Life seemed so dreadfully pointless And now everything comes alive

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