Novelas y relatos de Appreciation Poems

And then I realized… People only really cherish what they have when they truly work their asses for it. If some one got what they have for free , they will not really truly appreciate it as they did not put in the hard work. For some one who is constantly beating on themselves , for some one who is constantly working hard to achieve success only will they truly relish in reaping what they sow. By working hard , you tend to appreciate the spoils of war which are money and self love.

He gave her his widest grin and pecked her lips this time around. "Hmm, lemme pour my own new poem for you. It's a lonely night Silently watching the heaven above that has no gap Quietly wishing it also has the small crack That is separating my heart from being one and whole The stars are getting acquainted to each other Helping the other twinkle And I wish they'd look down at me and flicker the dying Light in my soul and bring it back to life Still watching as the old dry palm branch shaped moon Slowly drifts down to the appointed term

Alice walked around the room quietly,her footsteps light as she threaded through,imprinting the changes into her mind. She loves it very much and appreciates the effort that comes with it . Quote for this chapter: ‘Let us be grateful to the people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.’_anonymous

"Appreciating what? What are you appreciating?" "You. Everything. Us. The fact that you're here. The fact that we made it. The fact that we survived. The fact that we're still standing. The fact that we're still together. The fact that we're still fighting. The fact that we still have each other. The fact that we still want each other."

I appreciate it. •|•|•

They open the new submissions, journals, sketches, coded dreams, solar poems, sky-written vows. They place them inside. Then they bow their heads. Not in grief. But in reverence. Because they know: The fire is not in the pages. It is in the choice to write them. So I keep burning. Through drought and war. Through joy and birth. Through quiet revolutions that look like hugs, and wild ones that sound like protests. Every time someone chooses compassion over control… I spark. Every time a young girl dares to say, “I have something to say”…

“I might not be the best wolf around, but right now, I truly appreciate the help you sent my way. Thank you.” As soon as I uttered this prayer, sleep gently overtook me. My eyes felt so heavy that I could barely keep them open. Staring at the ceiling, I felt a deep sense of peace, happiness, and gratitude. No words could capture how much I appreciated every little thing in life at that moment.

"We need to appreciate that. Not everyone gets appreciated for what they do." She smiled softly. Softness. Gentleness. Words I had no use for. Appreciation. Tch. Not everyone deserves it. I hummed, bored, and took a sip of my wine. "You know what people do on dates?" Iris asked suddenly, her voice cutting through the low hum of the restaurant. "I mean, you must have been on a lot of dates." I hummed, tapping my fingers against the stem of my wine glass. Dates. The word itself felt tedious, exhausting.

I have so much to be grateful for and so much to appreciate. I'm grateful for the ability to walk, for the night sky above me, and for the fresh air I'm breathing. I'm grateful for the people in my life, for the home I have, and for the opportunity to find my way out of the darkness and into the light. I'm grateful for the hope that's growing inside me and for the possibility of a brighter future. As I continue to walk, I feel myself shedding the weight of my troubles, one step at a time. I'm starting to feel light and free like I'm being reborn.

For this I sincerely apologise Because I dont mean to compromise But If I don't, I will jeopardize My being in paradise Aisha is really a paradise. I intend to send this poem to my one and only mother. A typical mother that only wants the best for his son. I clearly understand my mothers fears and concerns for me and my future. But I wish she would understand my views, my feelings and choices and respect them too as I do hers.