My Story Poems - Poems about My Story

My Story Kese bayaa karu ye dard dil ka hota koye asa kass! jo samjh sakta mere jasbaat ...

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When I tell my story, the past unwinds. Poet me Poetry That’s the treasure that you find. A narrative woven from threads of joy and tears, As words flow forth like a river's stream I relive each moment, relive each dream The highs and lows, the twists and turns A story of growth, of lessons learned When...

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When God writes the story, His poetry is like music Filled with blessings, warm and honest – sincere as the love He grants When God sends the promise, His light frees the spirit Leaving the shadows with assurance that His light quietly enchants When God sings to the soul, His redemption stirs the stars Revealing the serenity of a faith...

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My story does not exist within the pages of a book, rather in memories, smells, sights, sounds, behaviors of the subconscious, and in thoughts of the future. It exists on my skin, in my body, and things forgotten. It exists in the people I've met and the places I've been....

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Another page of the story, One to turn into glory, As I create my history. As I head toward victory, I turn moments into eternity, Making the most of the story. I bask in the Glory, I AM a living neverending story. ...

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My Soul awakened to an autumn song serene pleasant vital and calm! My flesh went to sleep kissing the autumn breeze that blew in the window while the autumn waterfall did spring forth the smell of autumn love it was amorous completely heavenly joyous my soul meet brought contentment with great wonders do appear...

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You know, I am a restless woman from centuries past, Who does not know the address of her home. I am searching For the address of my home. The house where I was born, Had wealth that was not my own. I worked, Toiled, And in all joys and sorrows, I was a companion, Yet I remained always an outsider. In the house where I came After marriage, Carrying thousands...

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He never lets me drown When it feels like my heart and soul, My story, might just burn down, His mercy fills me up, makes me whole, So I can see His crown – His love is all around. He never lets me sink Into the web of my defeat, My story, written with His ink, He pens each pulse, each heartbeat, So I...

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My story has begun, come listen my daughter and son. Colorful building blocks are always fun, look I am almost done. We can go outside and run, playing under the big yellow sun. Gray elephant daddy won, my animal friends I love each one....

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Stop watching my story and start watching yours the ones where shes beautiful and the one you adore when you take pictures with her in matching sets but your hearts on my insta make me think you have regrets you cant have your cake and eat me too so i guess ill be the one to see this through with...

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It's about time I tell you my story- so jot down notes, and take inventory. I've been there, done it too- I've left my past behind me, and started anew. I've been in relationships, and I've been alone- I've made it through, all on my own. I am not stuck on any past ordeals- I empathize with others and I know how...

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My hearts been chopped, sliced and grated By everybody who has hated The way my life has been going True feelings never showing Hiding all the pain down deep A happy smile tryna keep Up the illusion it don't hurt How I get treated like dirt I can't help the way I am Why can't others understand I'm not a geek, loser or nerd But my...

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My life hasn't been easy I've experienced much pain. As a young child, I had a some- what of a normal childhood. I didn't have many issues, I came from a two-parent home. I knew I was loved, but they weren't perfect. They had their own issues, in hindsight, they were broken too. But...

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Again there are no words for the darkness in my world --- devastation and despair. So intense the pain that sears my soul --- pangs of bringing forth life throes of loss, separation, and death shame of mistake and failure ...

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I am a child of the universe. a twenty-first-century woman bred in the refinements of modern civilization. The universe story is my story. I am fifteen billion years old, so it is said the youngest of earth's awesome miracles. Stupendous magnificence! Unsurpassed elegance and beauty! Who am I and what am I? ...

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