Afterglow Poem Novels & Stories

She sat down again, with a meaningful space between us which got me to smile lightly, of course, she wasn't aware of my smile, because her face was buried in the book she was not reading, she was just avoiding my eyes. "Back to the poem; Poem for My Love by June Jordan." I read out the title of the poem and its poet before handing the script back to Adrian. "Read out the poem Miss Williams." She took it from me and began reading, "How do we come to be here next to each other in the night Where the stars that show us our love are inevitable Outside the leaves flame usual in darkness In the rain Falls cool and blessed on the holy flesh." She raised her head to glance at me, "That's all Dr Raph

Ok class... today, ill be sharing something i wrote with you all. It's a poetry piece. Read carefully. I'll be asking questions later... Oh, my Morning Glory The bright morning sun shoots shafts of light and dark through the blinds, laying bars of mystery down the length of your arching back, creating halos and hollows in your hair.

~Elysia~ The morning after the gathering rose slow and gentle, as if the world itself understood we were coming to an ending, not the kind marked by loss or battle, but by the quiet completion of a long, heavy chapter. Pale sunlight filtered through the canopy above the village, casting soft gold over everything it touched. The air smelled like dew, pine, and the faint lingering sweetness of last night’s lantern wax.

I smiled and said gently, "Is that so? Congratulations, Catherine. But… I'll have to decline. Send him my best." The call ended. I drifted to the balcony, where Celandre's skyline stretched before me, a forest of steel and glass. Drawing a deep breath, I looked into the boundless sky and let a serene smile curve my lips. Goodbye, Liam. Goodbye… to my past.

She stood under the palm tree as she gazed at the fireworks. "Do you like fireworks, Ms. Fordham?" Olivia replied calmly, "It's only natural to like things that are pretty. But as pretty as they are, fireworks burn out very quickly. "Soon, the night sky will return to being calm, like nothing ever happened." "Even so, at least the beauty is preserved in our memories, and we will remember it for a long time." Olivia shook her head in resignation. "That's true, but I don't think I would live long enough to see the day."

"Now, without my help, say what you just learnt." He cleared his throat, "Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a hundred winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the twinkling... stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I spent all my life with you, and that makes it worth living. The edge of the flame licked Grace's flesh before it ruthlessly consumed her whole. Then, a faint, weak voice reverberated in the air. "The sky is bright, and the moon is so high. And precious Willow's sleep drew nigh."

'The Iridescent Stars; mmh… Typical of tonight. Nneoma read the poem, her voice smooth and steady. I gaze up the night sky What meet my gaze? Myriads of shinning stars They shine like iridescent diamonds Diamonds of sublime beauty They twinkle and shine, twinkle and shine. Giving light to all nocturnal creatures The brilliant stars tell me Tales of life yonder They tell me of great meadows With yew trees, yew trees with amber Fruits, of azure rivers ever flowing Of golden fishes ever swimming

In the night's quietude, I find release, My tears are a testimony, a plea for peace, A poem of emotions, a tapestry spun, My heart's journey beneath the stars and sun. So let the night sky hear my song, A melody of heartache, emotions strong, Abigail's feelings, like stars, shall burn, In the universe's vastness, my love shall return. ✍🏻🖊️✍🏻🖊️✍🏻🖊️

Kenning, it cannot evaporate the gloomy air, Faire it's glow calling others from the lair. They all glint together lightning up the bay, Shattering the darkness from the place they stay. I stood there for a long time, coldness in the wind was freezing my ears and nose. Reluctantly, I walked into my room and laid heavily on the bed Picturing the stars with my closed eyes, I fell asleep.