Novel & Cerita Beautiful Poetry Books

here I was drowning myself in self-pity. What was worse was the fact that my fiance had severely injured my mother over something that could have been handled by the authorities which now was something I could no longer use due to my fiance being the center of the damage control that was to take place if the police were to be involved. From floating on air to crashing face first into the sidewalk of misfortune I found myself lost/confused and hurt beyond measure from all of those I once held close to my heart. I felt alone and confused about what I should do next with José, would I forgive him for what he has done? Could I ever forgive her or him...was I capable of being sympathetic to eith

Oh my beloved, now I can trust that admiration is not a mirage. Thanks for giving me the sight of God's most beautiful creation. Which retainer needs to attend a crusade if they get your accommodation. My colorless life is now fully colored, more than the rainbow. The meaningless soul is expected to be this divine soul's shadow. After being feast on those eyes, my existence is triumphant now. Realm of beauty, I want to present myself to you as a bestow. <><><><><><><> Hello readers, Welcome to my first book 'Soul'

She's a nice girl, even though I'm more likely to remember the entire makeup routine than her name. The will to leave the room evaporates from my body. Strolling around, I find a book in one of the drawers. It's old, and the cover has faded halfway. I know not to judge a book by its cover, but this book looks less appealing than a sandwich without filling. With nothing better to do, I decide to read it. It turns out to be a poetry anthology with different poems. Surprisingly, they're interesting. I read a few before dozing off.

I was raw, exposed, every broken piece of me laid bare. I kissed her again, more softly this time, trying to convey the unspoken emotions swirling within me. As my hands explored her body, every touch was an apology, a plea for redemption. Her skin was soft, warm—life-affirming. Each curve, each contour, a testament to the fragile beauty of existence. I felt the tension in her muscles, the subtle tremors of past trauma that she'd never fully escaped.

Stacy remembered a poem she learned in her literature classes back in senior secondary. Unparalleled beauty, worth the praise a maiden,resembling a starry night beautiful to gaze,forbidden to touch a deadly weapon, to the mankind But in this case it was not maiden,but a man . Whose beauty was intoxicating,like a thousand old wine.This beauty was hers. Here's to corrupt,hers to own,here's to possess,hers to dominate and she couldn't be any happier.

I decided to break the silence. “The city is beautiful.”. I said calmly. It really was. Especially since I hadn't seen it in months. It used to look so ordinary to me, now it felt like a breath of fresh air. I guess you really don't know the worth of something till you lose it. “Yes, it really is.”. He said calmly. I always wondered how and why he kept such a stoic expression. I had to admit though, it did make him look more attractive. I had to come to terms with the fact that despite his previous actions, this man was drop dead gorgeous! I really couldn't keep denying it.

I pulled one out at random, a collection of poetry, and began to read. I sat on the couch, surrounded by the silence of the beach house, lost in the words of the poetry book. The verses spoke of love, loss, and longing. I felt a pang in my chest as I read, recognizing the emotions that had been swirling inside me. The poet's words were like a mirror, reflecting my own thoughts and feelings back at me.

"What can I do for you?" Kana approached, a small, leather-bound book held delicately in her hands. "I wanted to offer you this," she said, extending the book toward Cynthia. "It's a collection of poems and stories that I believe you might find enchanting. I thought it could provide you with moments of solace amidst your duties." Cynthia accepted the book with a warm smile. "Thank you, Kana. That's very kind of you. I do enjoy reading in my spare time, and this looks like a treasure."

Any object that charms or dreams Gets its clarity from women; The white pearl, without Eve, Without you, my proud beauty, Resembling, all ugly, To my love that flees from you, Is no more than the disease Of a beast in the night A POEM BY VICTOR HUGO naked woman, black woman Dressed in your color which is life, in your form which is beauty I grew up in your shadow; the softness of your hands blindfolded my eyes And now, in the heart of summer and noon, I discover you, Promised land, from the top of a high charred pass And your beauty strikes me right in the heart, like the lightning of an eagle

She asked as she opened the book – not understanding a word it says. “Poetry,” He answered. Faith raised her eyebrow and flip through the pages to learn, that it indeed was written in a way poetry is often printed. Something about the font suggested to her that it was handwritten. She couldn’t tell properly, but it was – then whoever wrote it had such beautiful and curvaceous handwriting. It makes her want to read it.