Aima Charle

Joined April 2025

67 stories

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I am:

🙋🏽‍♀️ Aima Charle

📚 love Reader

📝 Reviewer and Commentator

🎓 Post-Grad Millennial (M.A)

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I have:

📖 reads on Vocal

🫶🏼 Love for reading & research

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🏡 Birmingham, UK

📍 Nottingham, UK

Status : Single

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Still Waters Run Deep
A Meditation on Inner Peace The world rushes by in frantic pace, Leaving behind an empty space. I ponder, God, why souls find rest
By Aima Charle8 months ago in Poets
The Seed of Kindness
The earth lies parched beneath the sun, A silent plea for what is gone. I seek of God, what makes us blind To simple acts of being kind?
By Aima Charle8 months ago in Poets
Bridges of Light
The shadows lengthen, darkness falls, Echoing through fragmented walls. I pray to God, what breaks the span That links one human heart to man?
By Aima Charle8 months ago in Poets
The Weaver's Prayer
The city sleeps beneath the haze, Lost in a labyrinthine maze. I pray to God, what makes us stray, From paths where love lights up the way?
By Aima Charle8 months ago in Poets
Whispers of Hope
The wind sighs low through broken panes, A melody of lingering pains. I ask you, God, what fuels the fight, And keeps the world in endless night?
By Aima Charle8 months ago in Poets
The Spirit's Song
I hear the whispers of the breeze, A gentle rhythm, meant to please. I wonder, God, when strife will fade, And harmony will be remade.
By Aima Charle8 months ago in Poets
A Prayer for Dawn
I feel the stillness of the air, A silent whisper, soft and rare. I question, God, what holds us back, From pathways leading to the track
By Aima Charle8 months ago in Poets
Echoes of Tomorrow
The air is thick with unsaid words, A symphony of restless herds. I wonder, God, why peace delays, Through shadowed nights and sunlit days.
By Aima Charle8 months ago in Poets
The Silent Plea
I search the skies for a guiding light, A whisper of hope in the endless night. Why do shadows cling to every soul? When unity's touch could make us whole.
By Aima Charle8 months ago in Poets
The Heart's Still Current
The lake, a mirror, holds the sky so deep, A canvas calm where whispered secrets sleep. No ripple breaks, no restless shadow plays,
By Aima Charle8 months ago in Poets
The Anatomist's Masterpiece
In the hushed stillness of his attic studio, bathed in the soft glow of a single oil lamp, Professor Armitage hunched over his workbench. The air was thick with the scent of linseed oil and graphite, a familiar comfort to a man who had dedicated his life to the pursuit of anatomical perfection. Before him lay a sheet of pristine vellum, its surface yearning for the touch of his skilled hand. His tools, a collection of finely sharpened pencils, lay beside him, each one a conduit for his artistic vision. Tonight, he sought to capture the very essence of life itself: the human heart.
By Aima Charle8 months ago in Confessions
The Echo Chamber: A Fable
I am stillness itself. Unblemished. Pure. A mirror to the heavens, reflecting the vastness with an unparalleled clarity. All who gaze upon me see only perfection, for I am the canvas upon which the world paints its fleeting beauty.
By Aima Charle8 months ago in Poets

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Still Waters Run Deep

The Seed of Kindness

Bridges of Light

The Weaver's Prayer

Whispers of Hope

The Spirit's Song

A Prayer for Dawn

Echoes of Tomorrow

The Silent Plea

The Heart's Still Current

The Anatomist's Masterpiece

The Echo Chamber: A Fable

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