Novelas y relatos de Appreciation Poems

It will be the best thing that has ever happened to me. Watching you walk across a room is the greatest gift. The way you move is so graceful and easy. The way you smile makes me feel at peace. Knowing you’re walking towards me is a feeling so hard to describe. It’s like coming home, a comfort, only the home is coming to me. I will never know such love, such peace, as you. You’re my home. Whenever we are apart, have it in mind that you are always in my heart. I take the memories we create with me everywhere I go. I miss you, my love, and I want you to know that gaining your appreciation is my most significant feat.

I opened the envelope and inside is a carnation paper. "It says, Thank you for your time touring me around the Montromey Kingdom and sorry for leaving saying no words and bid goodbye. I wish to see you again one day to formally apologize, anyway that poem you said is something that bothers me. I didn't know either I know that poem or did I read somewhere that is why I felt chilled for a moment in shock the moment you recited it. The beauty of the sky is unparalleled like you that is unmatched by anyone. The twinkling of the star, the light of the moon, the rising and setting of the sun, the dancing of the clouds in the sky. It gives irresistible beauty just like you gives joy and happiness,

I could feel my voice being choked with overwhelming emotion. "You have given us the greatest gift we could ever ask for. Thank you so much for your generosity and thoughtfulness. The gift you have bestowed upon us is truly invaluable and deeply appreciated. We are incredibly grateful for your kindness and the impact it has had on our lives. Words cannot express how much this means to us."

“Spout poetry ? You don’t think very highly of poems” “I have a difficult time following them. Words don’t always mean what they are supposed to mean. They are not always in the right order. They circle about”. “You prefer things straightforward”. He gives a slow appreciative nod. “I do”. “I enjoy poetry. Even when I can’t figure out exactly what the poet is saying, I like the way the words flow, especially when read aloud. I believe poetry must be read aloud in order to be truly appreciated”. “Perhaps if you read it to me I will grow to appreciate it”. He says softly.

Those were his favorites because he could methodically organize the clues from the whole thing and discover something few people were seeing. But this was different. There was no code to crack, nor a hidden meaning to dissect. It was all in the open, the meaning and the purpose. There was not a clue to be found because each and every movement she made was a straightforward statement of its goal. The goal to bring joy. He didn’t see the time pass by, but he definitely felt the ecstasy forming in his core. The performance was raw, and he never thought he would enjoy something so blunt. But how could anyone fail to cherish that which brings happiness to the soul?

With all my love and appreciation, Your Author ✨

Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath all too short a date; Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm'd; But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st; Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st: So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

There was a way, I just needed to find it and Jasper could help me, I could feel it. I picked out a book that was filled with poems and sat back down on the chair. I started reading each page, the words were beautiful. ’As the rain pours down I feel your love. As the wind blows I hear your voice. As the birds sing I can see your eyes. For your memory is something that never died’ ’A rose with thorns is my tale of love. The beauty as majestic as the petals, the feeling as lovely as the color, the heartbreak as painful as the stabs’

Anywhere! I am blissfully surrounded by people who love me. And I love them back with all my heart and soul. Life is not all joy, but I think it is those dark days that make us appreciate and realize that every day and every moment is precious. Just as a famous book says, the one who made the day also made the night. The one who made the sun and rain also makes them shine and fall to the good and the bad, according to how they need them. Meaning everyone has their purpose of creation.

", he asked. She had her head down and was crying. "I had a feeling it was too cheesy and amateur. This is why my poem are not beloved.", he said in disappointment. "No, I'm not crying because it was bad. That poem was really beautiful.", she responded. "Really?", he asked. "Yeah. It really made me feel special and it stopped me from letting evil take over. If nobody else loves your poems, just know that they beloved by me.", she replied. "Thank you, I really appreciate it. You are the only person I know that actually like my poems.", he said.