Miraquill
PRAYER
It is something we declare
It could be cries of despair
Or just to say thanks for his care
For delivering us from the snare
And even make the devil scared
In this world that impairs
Sometimes we prepare
Or catches us unaware
To make all fair
Prayer is the flare
So all things end well
©dukesam
#sunday
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5 am Sunday
Five am now
Birds awake
Geese active
By the lake
A random car
Passes by
Sunday morning
With a coffee beside
Ducks and geese
And all the birds
A musical harmony
Without any words
©porcupine8 0
Sunday May 8th
Four in the morning
Quiet and calm
A goose in the distance
Is quacking its song
The silence echoes
Birds still asleep
The darkness overflows
As nighttime creeps
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ritik_19
2w
Read MoreTo the beautiful soul,
You made me out, with love, you taught me how to judge, you made me crave for delicious food, also taught me to cook some of those, you made me confident to stand in a crowd, and you supported me in a way more than my own out.
To a beautiful soul Mom. ❤️
#mother #mom #mata #ma #motherday #sunday #funday #love #beautiful #soul #thaught #delicious #supportedTo the beautiful soul,
You made me out, with love, you taught me how to judge, you made me crave for delicious food, also taught me to cook some of those, you made me confident to stand in a crowd, and you supported me in a way more than my own out.
To a beautiful soul Mom. ❤️
©ritik_198 0
दिन कुछ अलग बिताने के लिये
हम खुद भी कुछ अलग होने चाहीए
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uyirttezhu
3w
ஞாயிறு மாலையில்
மழையினில் நனைந்த
மகிழ்ச்சியில் மறைகின்றது
ஞாயிறு!!.
©uyirttezhu5 0
किस किस का sunday बोर गया
©dnswords8 0
THE STRENGTH IN WEAKNESS
He steps in for those with temerity,
Those with the temerity to acknowledge their helplessness in clarity.
Putting his weight behind them, they are launched like rockets
To cause the enemy to question his sockets.
'Sé my eye dey pain me?', he shockingly asks
Wondering how they managed to accomplish such tasks,
Tasks he personally made sure to difficult
That they may, in frustration, somersault.
Embarrassed, he goes away to devise another charade.
But he is very unaware that they can be cut by no blade
No matter how sharp, it would only leave a mark
As they are covered by the God of the Ark.
The one who remains undefeated
Even while comfortably seated.
©mrspectacular9 1 1
aidanpoems 5w
Easter Sunday
This is the day we win,
The day Christ conquered sin.
His lifeless form not found,
The chains of death unbound.
Through death He paid the price,
For sin and human vice.
Now death, your sting is gone,
That's how we know we won.
His rising gave us life,
To save our world from strife.
So sing from day till night,
Spread Resurrection's light.
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unbeknownst
6w
Regret
I never regret being a good person to you.
Because my behaviour had already told you everything about me.
And your behaviour had taught my enough about you.
©unbeknownst7 0
This is the real world, homie, school finished
They done stole your dreams,
you dunno who did it.6 0
Do It Anyway
Regret hurts more than failure,
Don't hold yourself back10 0 1
Good night
8 0
Sunday starts slowly
But
Ends up early
© beensNPhoto By Josh Sorenson on Unsplash10 0
Sunday Thought
Don't know what to write! Even do not want to write either. Moods and people on something I don't have control on, so let not talk about them. Nowadays even peace is something I am not looking for, something inside is craving for something! Don't know what! Usually things are getting adjust with the time, hopefully I am grateful for that. Still sometimes having some fear of upcoming change and unusual things make me thrill. However you need to accept that it's been already accepted by everyone, so you have to also. This is life. This is mystery. Some would be solved some would be unsolved forever!
©fallenmaple9 0
dnswords
9w
Firrr
Konse wale colors se Holi
Kheloge.....
Mension karo......
©dnswords9 0
_secrecy_ 10w
Scent❤
if I knew how to hold you, I would take day trips to different libraries in other towns just to walk the stacks and seek out the scent of a good book.
one that has been touched by other hands, read by other eyes, held by other hearts.
i'd listen to podcasts, roll out my yoga mat for practice, listen to new music every day and hand write letters to people I love. I'd pray. stop coloring my hair. treat myself to the good cheese.
©_secrecy_
