"wishpers" poems - Hello Poetry

Behind her sleepless nights there was someone Behind her tears on pillow everynight there was someone Behind her finding oneself lonely in crowd there was someone That someone who always loved her That someone who always promised to be besides her That someone who always made her feel alive But today that someone has vanished somewhere Somewhere far where her voice can't reach Somewhere strange where her messages arent delivered Somewhere weird where noone knows what the place is Those words were crushed and promises were broken That love turned into pain and those moments turned into memories She wishpers to herself "why did u leave me?" Moment later someone wishpers back I didn't leave you smeone took mee away" Wait!! what was that??? Did someone took his life away?? Did someone wanted me to be alone?? whisper: No, they wanted you to be the only reason behind everything.

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Nov 12, 2015

Nov 12, 2015 at 4:39 AM UTC

medha-nepal

Be the reason for yourself!

Behind her sleepless nights there was someone Behind her tears on pillow everynight there was someone Behind her finding oneself lonely in crowd there was someone That someone who always loved her That someone who always promised to be besides her That someone who always made her feel alive But today that someone has vanished somewhere Somewhere far where her voice can't reach Somewhere strange where her messages arent delivered Somewhere weird where noone knows what the place is Those words were crushed and promises were broken That love turned into pain and those moments turned into memories She wishpers to herself "why did u leave me?" Moment later someone wishpers back I didn't leave you smeone took mee away" Wait!! what was that??? Did someone took his life away?? Did someone wanted me to be alone?? whisper: No, they wanted you to be the only reason behind everything.

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Its Pitch Black, so lonely and cold There's not a single hand here to hold Nobody Not Even A soul. Stuck in the deep dark hole. But I know My God is Still in Control. As my head begins to pulsate thanks to my migraine Headache. Just then I faint upon my intake. Realzing I'm Unconscious, no longer am I awake I can feel the firery hate in all the words that Everyone had once spake. Spiteful words glide ****** my mind slithering like snake from behind. Satans hoping that I might take the bait so he can unwind. Feelings of being Mistreated and misused Being Mentally, Physically, and Emotionally Abused. The feeling of abandonement after being used In desparate need of someone to talk to Sinking without you...... I'm lost.... feeling hopeless..... Lord I cant even begin to cope with this. Help me to stay postive and gain back my focus. Father please dont let my prayers Go unoticed. Im suffering from this massive Heartache cant you feel my heart beginning to break with each breathe that I take. But it was my Mistake. Knowing I had Everything to lose at steak. Now Im Experiencing my life shaking in an Earthquake. Forgive me Lord I love you with all my heart and soul. Make me whole and console I know that My God is still in Control. I shed so many Tears Especially within these past few Years I have faced my biggest Fears. Suddenly I hear 2 different wishpers in my ears. Satan: "Girl, Can't you hear?“ God: "Have No Fear For I am Here!" Satan:" You can't and won't Do this!" God: In all Of This I am In the midst! Satan: Throw in the Towel,Give up, Quit! God: You have me and you Are fully equipped, My Child you can make it. Because I didn't give up I didn't quit. I fought with grit of the holy spirit. And God protected me from Every blow and hit. This is a spiritual battle From Within...... As Long as God Is on my Side Satan Can't And won't Win.

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Sep 30, 2016

Sep 30, 2016 at 10:07 PM UTC

tashea-young

Spiritual Battle From Within

Its Pitch Black, so lonely and cold There's not a single hand here to hold Nobody Not Even A soul. Stuck in the deep dark hole. But I know My God is Still in Control. As my head begins to pulsate thanks to my migraine Headache. Just then I faint upon my intake. Realzing I'm Unconscious, no longer am I awake I can feel the firery hate in all the words that Everyone had once spake. Spiteful words glide ****** my mind slithering like snake from behind. Satans hoping that I might take the bait so he can unwind. Feelings of being Mistreated and misused Being Mentally, Physically, and Emotionally Abused. The feeling of abandonement after being used In desparate need of someone to talk to Sinking without you...... I'm lost.... feeling hopeless..... Lord I cant even begin to cope with this. Help me to stay postive and gain back my focus. Father please dont let my prayers Go unoticed. Im suffering from this massive Heartache cant you feel my heart beginning to break with each breathe that I take. But it was my Mistake. Knowing I had Everything to lose at steak. Now Im Experiencing my life shaking in an Earthquake. Forgive me Lord I love you with all my heart and soul. Make me whole and console I know that My God is still in Control. I shed so many Tears Especially within these past few Years I have faced my biggest Fears. Suddenly I hear 2 different wishpers in my ears. Satan: "Girl, Can't you hear?“ God: "Have No Fear For I am Here!" Satan:" You can't and won't Do this!" God: In all Of This I am In the midst! Satan: Throw in the Towel,Give up, Quit! God: You have me and you Are fully equipped, My Child you can make it. Because I didn't give up I didn't quit. I fought with grit of the holy spirit. And God protected me from Every blow and hit. This is a spiritual battle From Within...... As Long as God Is on my Side Satan Can't And won't Win.

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Looking at my life in my in observation I was overcome with Frustration Because of my circumstances and situation. The present person of relation had led believe that my trails and tribulations had made put me in a current state of vegetation. As he slowly tried to Control my life by his evil plot of ********** The more I tried to make an alteration The more I tend to get into another altercation. Lord Ive tried to be patience. But this thing Im struggliing with has changed my spiritual location. Giving in to temptation is the validation of where lies your process of transformation. Because The biblical truth says no condemnation. Living the Word is my job, my occupation. So Now Im Guilty just by accsociation In the world, I lost my identification. From the human naked eye Im looking at my outter appearance Asking myself, "Really, Whom Am I?" Am I a dove that gracfully flies so high in sky? Immediately, I take a deep breath in and begun sigh. Simultaneously I then break down and begun to cry After being exposed to so many venomous and poisonous things makes me just wanna die. So Next I ask God the famous question, "Lord Why?" Just Then, in my mind, I hear a small still voice reply, "If only you could see who you are Thru the Image of Gods view You would be a completely different person as if you were a creature that was made brand new. Seeing things thru Gods Perception Changes the image of your own conception. You see a Reflection of Impefection He sees an abundance of love wrapped in blessings. As you stare at yourself passing Judgement He stares at you for you are a work of art I call Triumphant." Lastly, He wishpers "Child you are a gift that is heaven sent. No longer do I feel abandonment. I have much appreciation for God allowing me to go thru this so I can understand the true meaning of humiliation. This Quiet conversation is the conformation that in The heavenly Father is where I find my identification.

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Oct 29, 2016

Oct 29, 2016 at 3:03 PM UTC

tashea-young

Finding My Identification

Looking at my life in my in observation I was overcome with Frustration Because of my circumstances and situation. The present person of relation had led believe that my trails and tribulations had made put me in a current state of vegetation. As he slowly tried to Control my life by his evil plot of ********** The more I tried to make an alteration The more I tend to get into another altercation. Lord Ive tried to be patience. But this thing Im struggliing with has changed my spiritual location. Giving in to temptation is the validation of where lies your process of transformation. Because The biblical truth says no condemnation. Living the Word is my job, my occupation. So Now Im Guilty just by accsociation In the world, I lost my identification. From the human naked eye Im looking at my outter appearance Asking myself, "Really, Whom Am I?" Am I a dove that gracfully flies so high in sky? Immediately, I take a deep breath in and begun sigh. Simultaneously I then break down and begun to cry After being exposed to so many venomous and poisonous things makes me just wanna die. So Next I ask God the famous question, "Lord Why?" Just Then, in my mind, I hear a small still voice reply, "If only you could see who you are Thru the Image of Gods view You would be a completely different person as if you were a creature that was made brand new. Seeing things thru Gods Perception Changes the image of your own conception. You see a Reflection of Impefection He sees an abundance of love wrapped in blessings. As you stare at yourself passing Judgement He stares at you for you are a work of art I call Triumphant." Lastly, He wishpers "Child you are a gift that is heaven sent. No longer do I feel abandonment. I have much appreciation for God allowing me to go thru this so I can understand the true meaning of humiliation. This Quiet conversation is the conformation that in The heavenly Father is where I find my identification.

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In twilight realms where masks adorn like stars, The moon casts her glow most tenderly Upon those who dance unadorned by pretense, Their radiance deemed too bright for mortal eyes. Your empathy—a garden of midnight blooms, Protected by the trellis of sacred boundaries, Not to wither beneath harsh judgment's sun, But to preserve your light for worthy wanderers. Those who carved rivers of sorrow in your soul Yet deny the waters flowing from their hands Cannot offer reconciliation's sweet nectar. Peace resides not in their distant approval, But sleeps beside you, faithful as moonlight, A companion through your darkest hours. The distance woven between pain and present Is gossamer silk that must not be torn. Breaking patterns is the dance of dawn, The first light dissolving night's heavy chains, Your silhouette fading like morning mist From doorways where love never flourished. In authenticity dwells your freedom's poetry— No longer folding your boundless spirit Into shapes too small to hold your vastness, Standing unveiled in your own sacred truth. Touch not the fragile wings of survivors in flight— Their path traced through storms of betrayal, The space they've claimed between wound and healing Is hallowed ground won through countless tears. Make peace with misunderstanding's shadow, Release the weight of constant explanation, For your truth blooms most beautifully When nurtured in soil that welcomes its roots.

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May 19, 2025

May 19, 2025 at 11:31 AM UTC

MayaRed

Wishpers of Authentic Souls

In twilight realms where masks adorn like stars, The moon casts her glow most tenderly Upon those who dance unadorned by pretense, Their radiance deemed too bright for mortal eyes. Your empathy—a garden of midnight blooms, Protected by the trellis of sacred boundaries, Not to wither beneath harsh judgment's sun, But to preserve your light for worthy wanderers. Those who carved rivers of sorrow in your soul Yet deny the waters flowing from their hands Cannot offer reconciliation's sweet nectar. Peace resides not in their distant approval, But sleeps beside you, faithful as moonlight, A companion through your darkest hours. The distance woven between pain and present Is gossamer silk that must not be torn. Breaking patterns is the dance of dawn, The first light dissolving night's heavy chains, Your silhouette fading like morning mist From doorways where love never flourished. In authenticity dwells your freedom's poetry— No longer folding your boundless spirit Into shapes too small to hold your vastness, Standing unveiled in your own sacred truth. Touch not the fragile wings of survivors in flight— Their path traced through storms of betrayal, The space they've claimed between wound and healing Is hallowed ground won through countless tears. Make peace with misunderstanding's shadow, Release the weight of constant explanation, For your truth blooms most beautifully When nurtured in soil that welcomes its roots.

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