Giftie Sparkles is a soulful poetry channel where emotions meet elegance. Through heartfelt verses and inspiring spoken words, we explore love, healing, faith, culture, and everyday reflections—one sparkling line at a time.
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Scars Like Stories
My scars are not shame.
They are battle hymns,
whispers from the fires I walked through.
They hum softly when the world grows quiet—
reminding me that pain once lived here
but didn't win.
Each mark, a punctuation in my survival story.
Each healed wound,
a signature of strength.
Scars Like Stories My scars are not shame. They are battle hymns, whispers from the fires I walked through. They hum softly when the world grows quiet— reminding me that pain once lived here but didn't win. Each mark, a punctuation in my survival story. Each healed wound, a signature of strength.0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 59 Views 0 AnteprimaEffettua l'accesso per mettere mi piace, condividere e commentare! -
When I Eventually Meet Him
I have loved — deeply, fiercely, vulnerably.
I have given — my time, my heart, my essence.
I have waited — with hope tucked beneath every heartbeat.
I have sacrificed — parts of me that can never be replaced.
But still, love has eluded me... or perhaps, not yet found its way home.
I’m still waiting — not out of desperation, but with sacred patience.
Waiting for him... the one whose voice will soothe my weary soul,
Whose presence will silence the chaos within me.
The one whose gaze will see me — all of me — and choose me every time.
When I eventually meet him,
I won’t need grand gestures or perfect poetry.
I’ll know him by the peace he brings to my spirit,
By the way my heart will exhale in his arms.
To him, I will give the best of me — the woman I’ve become through pain,
Through growth, through resilience.
I will honour him with loyalty,
Love him with grace,
Adore him with a kind of softness only true love can unlock.
And all I ask — is to be the only woman in his world.
Not just in presence, but in thought, in dreams, in destiny.
To be his calm, his home, his forever.
When I eventually meet him,
It will not just be a meeting — it will be a divine alignment.
And in that moment, every tear I’ve cried and every lonely night I’ve endured
Will make perfect, beautiful sense.
When I Eventually Meet Him I have loved — deeply, fiercely, vulnerably. I have given — my time, my heart, my essence. I have waited — with hope tucked beneath every heartbeat. I have sacrificed — parts of me that can never be replaced. But still, love has eluded me... or perhaps, not yet found its way home. I’m still waiting — not out of desperation, but with sacred patience. Waiting for him... the one whose voice will soothe my weary soul, Whose presence will silence the chaos within me. The one whose gaze will see me — all of me — and choose me every time. When I eventually meet him, I won’t need grand gestures or perfect poetry. I’ll know him by the peace he brings to my spirit, By the way my heart will exhale in his arms. To him, I will give the best of me — the woman I’ve become through pain, Through growth, through resilience. I will honour him with loyalty, Love him with grace, Adore him with a kind of softness only true love can unlock. And all I ask — is to be the only woman in his world. Not just in presence, but in thought, in dreams, in destiny. To be his calm, his home, his forever. When I eventually meet him, It will not just be a meeting — it will be a divine alignment. And in that moment, every tear I’ve cried and every lonely night I’ve endured Will make perfect, beautiful sense.0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 110 Views 0 Anteprima -
When You Look at Me
When you look at me,
the world slows its frantic pace.
Even the loudest noise becomes a whisper,
and the ticking clock forgets to race.
Your eyes—deep wells of calm—
speak to me in verses
no language could contain.
They remind me that love doesn’t shout,
it simply exists,
breathing peace into the chaos.
When You Look at Me When you look at me, the world slows its frantic pace. Even the loudest noise becomes a whisper, and the ticking clock forgets to race. Your eyes—deep wells of calm— speak to me in verses no language could contain. They remind me that love doesn’t shout, it simply exists, breathing peace into the chaos.0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 73 Views 0 Anteprima -
Welcome to Giftie Sparkles
Where words dance, hearts heal, and souls shine.
Here, every poem is a spark—igniting hope, love, truth, and transformation.
From the whispers of ancient rhythms to the warmth of modern musings, this is your safe space for reflection, romance, spirituality, and inspiration.
Let the sparkles begin—one verse at a time.Welcome to Giftie Sparkles Where words dance, hearts heal, and souls shine. Here, every poem is a spark—igniting hope, love, truth, and transformation. From the whispers of ancient rhythms to the warmth of modern musings, this is your safe space for reflection, romance, spirituality, and inspiration. Let the sparkles begin—one verse at a time.0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 74 Views 0 Anteprima
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