For The Most Part Poems - Poems about For The Most Part

Cultural and Social Terms Idol: In Persian poetry, often refers to the beloved, particularly one who is non-Muslim. The term carries complex connotations of forbidden desire and spiritual challenge. Veil: Refers both to the physical head covering and the metaphysical veil between the material and spiritual worlds in Sufi thought. Fate's Wheel: The wheel of fortune or destiny...

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Literary and Cultural Terms Masnavi (also Mathnawi): A classical Persian poetic form consisting of rhyming couplets with a continuous narrative. The most famous example is Rumi's Masnavi-ye Ma'navi (Spiritual Couplets), a foundational work of Sufi literature. Saqi (also Saqi): The cupbearer or wine-server in Persian poetry, often a beautiful youth who serves wine at gatherings. In Sufi...

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Part Thirty — The Story's End Sweet Giti, gem in heaven's ring, Stayed true in love through everything. Her heart she gave to her dear flame, Soul's companion, love's sweet name. And Saeed—behold his blessed state! Though challenged by his cruel fate, Hear how his trials came to bear His faithful heart, worn down by care. Despite the wounds and aching soul, From strangers' scorn...

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Part Twenty-Seven — Giti Speaks with Her Father and His Reply Sweet Giti, like an idol fair, A thousand hearts caught in her hair. As soft and gentle as the breeze, Her charm could bring strong men to knees. She locked her heart and gave love's key, Sugar-sweet smiles for all to see. She turned and gently told her sire: "O father dear,...

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Part Twenty-Four — The Fifth Cupbearer's Song O Saqi, one glance—show mercy here, And heal this wound with wine so clear. Fill up the cup for we are dry, Drunk with desire that makes us sigh. That cup like chalice of the kings, Whose breath brought joy to all good things. A draught that when it's poured for any, Banishes sorrow, heals so...

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Part Twenty-One — Saeed's Supplication to God One day with flute and mournful song, Saeed began a prayer so long. His patience broke, he lost his hold, His heart grew weary, tired, and cold. Disheartened by both friend and kin, Sorrow consumed his soul within. He turned toward the starlit sky And raised to heaven his mournful cry: "O Lord, Creator of all worlds, O...

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Part Eighteen — The Counsel of Saeed's Relatives They came to Saeed, kith and kin, Their faces pale, their hearts within Full of concern. They gently said, "What sorrow fills your weary head? You've cast your soul before her feet, Forsaken all for love so sweet. You've lost yourself within her spell, A wanderer in love's deep well. You've severed ties with all the...

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If the message doesn’t have lights, If the preacher doesn’t rhyme, If the singer isn’t “branded” enough, You say it’s not Spirit-filled. Since when did the Holy Ghost depend on your playlist? I cry for you. I cry for the singer drowning in the noise of their gift. For the preacher who can draw a crowd but can’t discern demons. For the Christian...

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Let’s stop pretending. This isn’t evangelism. This is idolatry in disguise. You’ve baptized compromise and called it creativity. You’ve clothed rebellion in relevance, And made God’s altar a stage for your ego. How much more of the world must you wear Before you realize the Gospel is naked truth Not a costume for cultural approval? How many times must you flirt with sin Before you...

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I let lust lead. So when I speak on this, I’m not guessing. I’m not judging. I know what it does. It rips your heart. Messes up your mind. Twists how you see people how you see yourself. It cages you. Makes you smile in public but cry in secret. Makes you feel too dirty for grace. Too broken for mercy. Too far for forgiveness. And the worst part? It makes...

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The day I let *********** in... I didn’t even know what I was letting in. I was just a curious boy 11, maybe 12 scrolling one evening. One video. One image. One pop-up. One “harmless” click. Boom. That was the beginning of the shadows. They say curiosity killed the cat — but they never said it could kill the conscience too. It started small: Late nights under blankets, volume...

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If you cannot overcome lust in the time of grace, What makes you think you will stand in the days without it? For the trumpet is close, the sky ready to split And only the righteous shall be removed from the wrath to come. Flee now while mercy still calls. Run from the screen, the scene, the shadow, the scroll. Run...

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I lift my eyes from the place of my struggle, From the dark corners where battles rage unseen. My help comes from the Lord, Maker of heaven, earth, and the depths of my heart. Lust has destroyed more than wine ever could It cloaks itself in pleasure, But its bite is sharper than steel. It kisses the lips, then devours the soul. It...

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Let the demons play — and let them fall As they seek their next prey. Merry-go-round, lost and found, Salt trodden deep in earth and pain. Zombies crawl. An ass's stall. I don’t need this bottle. I don’t need you. Forgive me — For all the prayers I whispered in your name in vain. Enemies within, Those who proclaimed to be my friends. Lucky, I suppose, That...

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Part Fifteen — The Third Cupbearer's Song O Saqi, pour the midnight wine That bears the ancient royal sign. Arise and swiftly bring, I pray, That sacred draught to light our way. The wine that ruby lips inspire And shakes the mountain's heart of fire. A cup whose color glows like flame, Beyond all count, beyond all name. Bring forth that pure, untainted bliss And...

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