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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: God

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[The servant of ar-Rahman - a Muslim Poetry] For words and thoughts I've carelessly thrown, For my body and soul I do not own, For time and fate I do not control, For happiness and love I've always hoped for, For life and death I've known very little of, And for my end I verily know not! I thank You Allah for everything :: a... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Love is blind

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Love is blind. You forgive, you forget for love no matter how deep is the cut. You saw those black spots imperfection, the dark side airing negative thoughts. But love is blind, letting them remain unnoticed perceiving only beauty and kindness with all your heart. Love is blind. No wonder there's never a mountain too high or... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Family memories

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- Memoir of the Sevenlords; a dedication to my brothers and sisters - We had great fun together with too many laughters and loads of tears, growing up with the best mom and dad ever, life has always been for a great goal to attain His pleasure. Not with dreams too big but pursuits and ambitions that let us mature, didn't the... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Children

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- THIS LITTLE BOY - This little boy has turned two this little boy knows how to play with you. This little boy loves to sing and dance, disappears when you call him at a glance! :) This little boy loves you very much he hugs and kisses you, laughs and smiles a lot but his tantrums test your patience oho, it makes you feel ba... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Survival

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There are times I feel so sick, ill. Inside. Out... My head aches so badly I can't breathe, my heart feels like breaking into infinity. I can't stop crying, I can't breathe, my body aches, i'm in pain, i'm sick! I try not to think of the pain I try not to let my hope vain I try to hold on my best, to Him ... For only He know... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Longing

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- tiny little room of my heart - My body is weak and tired, but my spirit knows not of what losing means... I sit tonight in this tiny little room of my heart, where there are empty spaces filled with questions & doubts, searching for answers & confidence I've found not. I thought the world is wonderful, I thought the flower... More..

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