Deep And Meaningful Poems Novels & Stories

I will miss our trips to the nearby pool, We'd rather read books there and pretend to be cool, I want to say goodbye one more time and cry with one more kiss, Goodbye, my mother, it's you I will forever miss, When the storms fill my eyes, and all the feels make me cry, I'll remember your sweet lullabies as I say, 'Goodbye. Jeremy leaves the microphone, and everyone next to me pats my back. I never knew what to say at funerals. Poems were the only words that made sense to me. Of course, they don't make sense to other people, but to me, that poem wasn't for them. The sparrow in the tree spreads its wings and flies out into the clouds. I know deep down that's the last time I will ever see that

Could it be that he got fed up with me or he lost interest in me but there again if my own family left me why won't someone I met not long ago. Thinking of this I did not realize the droplet of water that flowed through my eyes . You never really know how much someone means to you until you loose that person . There is a pain within this heart, My pain within my sadness through my eyes, My eyes are like a burden that you can see right through, No pain I ever felt was that single broken heart that, There is way out of this pain but somehow I can't see it , See the light , the hope ,the happiness I once wanted to feel , Now I ever feel is this saddness , this pain, this heartache, A pain withi

separated her from the lover. "I have another one titled How do I love thee. Elizabeth Barret Browning. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace. I love thee to the level of every day’s Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.

"I'm doctor Great, your psychiatrist, it's nice to meet you." He nodded to a chair and I sank into it. Suddenly one Facebook message dropped, I had to check it and it was another beautiful poem. Your beauty is ecstasy Giving me intense pleasure Your beauty is eternity Gazing at itself in every image of you Your beauty is heart enflamed Burning me in your eyes which one shade the more and one ray the less Your beauty is soul enchanted Filming like brilliant irregular rainbows in the memory of your image which I see though I close my eyes

Lost and Found Ayame - “Passion, it lies in all of us….. Sleeping Waiting And though unwanted… Unbidden *It will stir……. * *Open its jaws and howl….. * Passion rules us all……” – Joss Whedon I always wondered why the greats were so tragic. How the most deeply stirring, if not on point, poets were always so sad. Love… It was supposed to be the most amazing thing in the world. The only force that could defy all others. Reshape and redefine the laws; written and imposed alike.

"Stay strong in the face of sorrow, As flowers keep blooming in the dry season, Give a smile to every difficulty that comes, Because behind every test, there is a valuable lesson. The rains and storms are only temporary, Wait for the dazzling rainbow to come, Keep moving forward, Because one day you will know how valuable reward is. In life, there is no success without struggle. Be patient if your struggle is longer and harder than others. Be confident that you can conquer all challenges and achieve success." Raisa listens carefully to the poems that have accompanied her loneliness, as if giving a special spirit to a sad soul. In the silence of the night, my heart was cut, An invisible wound

To feel a deep emotion was to contribute to its symphony. The Heartwood on the hill had grown to impossible proportions, its branches now touching the upper atmosphere, its roots delving deep into the planet's core. It wasn't just trees and a bush anymore; it was a world-tree, and the planet itself was its pot. The whispers of its leaves were the background radiation of reality, a constant, gentle reminder of the love, wisdom, and struggle that had built this peace.

The drip of water in the deepest crevice would be threadbare, and what about her? He submit himself to her gaze once more, this time observing her. Ink hair like the dead words of poets, caramel skin that seemed like a sweet but deadly trap. Could anyone ever resemble a poisonous flower more perfectly? His heart ached for a moment, wondering if there was ever a more enticing ruse. Until this moment, he never realized how dependent he had been on his secrets, how they had consumed such a large part of his soul that without them, he would only be a destitute corpse. So what of her then? Would she still want to live with something so shallow and caved in? Did she even realize that if she wanted

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And when the first five words left his lips, I could not explain how I felt because somehow we prepared the same vow. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace I love thee to the level of every day’s Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs and with my childhood faith