Your Daily Poem Mga Nobela at Kwento

“ It's going great. It was tough at first, but I'm slowly getting better at it. ” “ Okay. You don't have to try so hard now, I'm here. ” I saw how a smile bloomed on her face at my words. “ Yeah, Thanks. ” “ What about daily meditation? ” “ I haven't missed a day. The meditations help me release a lot of toxic thoughts and emotions. ” “ That's good! What's your favorite verse for this week? ” “ You do know that it's only Tuesday today, the third day of the week. ”

Peace is a daily exercise. - Smile more, relax, find a little corner inside you to be happy. You are responsible for your well-being. Being happy, the other will follow your example. - Cherish yourself. You deserve much more than what you have today, and you will achieve it if you keep your thoughts focused on your achievements, dreams and desires. There are only two days in the year when nothing can be done. One is called yesterday and the other tomorrow. Therefore, today is the right day to love, believe, do, and above all live.

Or love about but if he forgets me I guess I will finish this book with peaceful and a happy end. I will be happy just by knowing he is happy Oh sorry again I came back to him ...you must be bored listening to the same thing I tell you every night. Okay so ....let's write today's poem... I don't know if tomorrow or any day after I will be able to continue you because you know my reasons...but for now here it is.... I wait for you every day I long your touch every night. Don't know why I want what I don't deserve But your eyes makes it feel that everything is right.

in response to the ongoing anti-extradition bill protests a day like this, or the train between us won’t stop - this life is too long, dear tourist - & you know this morning I have to pay the rent too – as you insist that demonstrations at Victoria Park crow an ashfall of a feathered controversy - scarred by heavy clouds – as poetry as a lesson in leaving seems like years – & everyday umbrella seems like months of our days, days of our months always like this sure it’s like this

She immediately wrote a poem that touched her heart. Again Raisa wrote a poem entitled Smiling in Sacrifice. In silence she stood firm, Behind the smile that is always beautifully engraved, There are countless sacrifices, Sincere love, never subsides. Morning came with new hope, He woke up early, preparing everything. From the kitchen to the yard, Her hands never stopped working. Every day she struggles, fulfilling her role without complaint. Being a mother, a wife, a true friend, Bringing warmth to this family.

He was a part of that softness. He didn’t overwhelm her with constant texts or cling to her attention like oxygen. There were no needy expectations or demands masked as affection. Instead, he offered a rhythm that spoke volumes in its simplicity. A quiet “Good morning.” A Rupi Kaur poem—short, aching, and beautiful. A video of a toddler dancing barefoot in a puddle, giggling wildly, captioned: “I hope your day is as soft as this.” That message had clutched something deep inside her chest and held it gently.

(don't) I wanted to apologise for the short chapters lately, just been so so busy But I promise you all that would soon change ,I'll probably post like 2-3times a day So just bear with me for a while okay? And if you liked those poetries I posted and searched for days and night (I just googled it but what the heck) Here are is one I found you'll really love Fragment of a Ballad by Elizabeth Siddal Many a mile over land and sea Unsummoned my love returned to me; I remember not the words he said

I won’t falter I won’t halt What light you see outside me Is actually situated Deep within me My smiling face Let me be for praise Life Sun rays We pray We will stay this day Till enemy knocks again Let me smile enough For my face Come enjoy Next second might demand A new weep Do not be weak I am with you Life needs loaf Who says so Life needs a secure loaf Each day Not just any loaf Yes i repeat again Let’s enjoy this day We don’t know What life holds for us The other day Which will follow us Or we will follow its way Come enjoy even in storm At least we live Yet another new day Smile your way To infinite dust Do not let your eyes swell up You still can smile So smile your way And let’s mak

It was only two streets away from the beach, and the sunset promised to be one to remember. She walked down the stairs and on the tricky pebbles up to the shore, were she sat, face to the west. Without stopping to think about it, she grabbed her tablet from her bag and opened the notepad to write down the words that had been echoing inside her head all afternoon. When she was finished, she found out they were a full poem. "Tear yourself for ever apart Let the darkness hear your cry Weeping over forgotten moments Your mind keeps calling a life. "Let go of your precious sunsets

I remembered how we had our first camping, our first diving lessons, our first times trying the rides and my first time to feel that I lived a life. My disease is my greatest motivation for now. It made me realize I have a shorter life than others and it keeps on telling me that I should not waste any moment. It was scary at first knowing my days are just numbered but now, I am not that scared anymore. I want to seize my seconds with everything I had. I want to make sure that the people I loved are going to be okay without me. I hope they will. “Hearbeats Of Poetry.” I stated as I read the poems Tim created. I feel like he could write better than me. His words are like him-simple yet elegant