Deep Short Poems Novels & Stories

“Is that something you want to do with your leg?” I shrugged. “I can hold you close and dance to a slow song. Don’t expect any wild moves or anything that requires squatting.” “Deal!” We walked out to the dance floor, uncaring that the music was something a little more up tempo. We held each other close, swaying gently back and forth. I looked into her eyes and smiled. “It feels so good to have you close to me.” “I like being close to you.”

"Because Mommy misses Daddy." Billy paused for a moment, then pointed into the distance. "But isn't Daddy right there?"

Fiasca laughed out loud. "I am a businesswoman, after all." Emma shrugged her shoulder's as if it was nothing. "Yeah, the iron lady." Fiasca grumbled in disdain. **************** Short poetry for my lovely readers: It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stopp'st thou me? The Bridegroom's doors are opened wide, And I am next of kin; The guests are met, the feast is set:

He was a part of that softness. He didn’t overwhelm her with constant texts or cling to her attention like oxygen. There were no needy expectations or demands masked as affection. Instead, he offered a rhythm that spoke volumes in its simplicity. A quiet “Good morning.” A Rupi Kaur poem—short, aching, and beautiful. A video of a toddler dancing barefoot in a puddle, giggling wildly, captioned: “I hope your day is as soft as this.” That message had clutched something deep inside her chest and held it gently.

To her dismay, Jane found herself walking down the hall to English with Lucy by her side, still talking, talking, talking. "I didn't know you were such a big reader, Jane," Lucy said, smiling at her. "I guess because your book-report books are always so short. But length isn't what matters in a book. I love a lot of short books, too. Just look at poetry. A poem can be any length. There are millions of wonderful poems that are only a few lines long. Like Emily Dickinson's poems. She can say more in two lines than most people can say in a hundred pages. What part are you up to in A Tale of Two Cities?"

"Why would my company be in trouble so easily? Don't overthink it. We're just expanding our business lately. That's why things are busier. "Let's go traveling after this. Our honeymoon only lasted ten days. It was too short," he said suggestively. My ears gradually turned red at the thought of our ten days of activities in the bedroom during our honeymoon.

After a moment of silence, I spoke softly, "From the moment you deceived me and underestimated me, there has been no future for us, only a dead end." Hearing my words, Linda completely deflated. She crouched down, trembling, and hugged her head. Her hair tangled in her fingers as she sobbed on and off. I walked out straight ahead, facing the setting sun, never looking back. The evening breeze rustled by, taking with it the fourteen years of memories. In the days to come, the road ahead would always guide me towards the bright sun of tomorrow.

I was left standing alone in the darkness of the night like a clown that no one cared about. I made an appointment for an abortion on my phone. Then, I turned to leave. I'd spent the past 15 years trying and failing to win Benjamin's heart. If that was the case, I didn't want it anymore. It was late at night when I returned to the nearest town. I got a room at a hotel and drifted off into a restless sleep. In the wee hours of the morning, I was jolted awake by the ringing of my phone. My superior at the TV station sounded anxious yet excited. "I heard a 5.3-degree earthquake happened at the old settlement near your location. You need to head there immediately to get the latest scoop!"

"Please, don't do this!" I screamed, my voice cracking with fear as I struggled against the man attempting to restrain me with handcuffs. "You'll pay for your father's betrayal," he sneered, his grip tightening around my wrists as he secured them to the bed. "Let me go!" I pleaded, desperation creeping into my voice as I thrashed against the restraints, but his hold remained unyielding. "Everyone, leave," he commanded with a snap of his fingers, and the room emptied, leaving me alone with my captor. I strained to catch a glimpse of the person approaching me, my heart pounding with dread at what was to come.