Deepest Poem Novels & Stories

Eryx asked. “The same darkness, the same emptiness.” “Don’t stop there, go deeper. Past the emptiness to what lies beneath.” I pushed deeper, past the dark layer to something older, more fundamental. The foundation everything else lay upon. There, in the deepest darkness, I felt it the presence, it was sronger, closer. Watching me, waiting. “It’s there,” I whispered. “The thing I felt last night. It’s closer.” “What does it feel like?”

Encouraging them to keep the faith in God and also in family. After that, it was time for me to give the speech I'd spent hours preparing. I once again climbed the pulpit and started with a poem by Chinonso Chime titled "Immortal"; Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there; I did not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush,

Arriving unto that certain place where the curse is looming from within. “A curse that will put you into the deeper sanction of your darkest fear and inevitable death. A poem created to inflict pain and suffering for those who come across with it and will bring death unto the foolish ones who will lead it out loud. Just how cunning the God who wrote this world and book, for cursing it for real this time.”

Authors pov…… In the deepest, darkest recesses of the room, shadows lurk, ready to pounce. A faint glow from the lone candle illuminates only a fraction of the room, and the corners lie in complete darkness, their secrets hidden away from the naked eye. The floorboards creak beneath your feet, their voice the only sound in the stillness of the night. The air is thick with the smell of dust and decay, a reminder of the passage of time and the inevitable march of entropy.

he called my name in a deep voice. I took a deep breath and quickly walked up to him. Then, I crouched down and met his eye level. I must have been incredibly nervous and timid. That was because I saw a tiny version of myself in his deep-set eyes, and even my lashes seemed to be fluttering. I secretly took a deep breath, plucking up my courage to raise my hand. Then, I held his hands, which were placed on the blanket. "Hello, Mr. Blackwell. I'm Leah Young," I said.

Holy crap, this girl is freaking awesome! I woke early the next morning. Amber had to be at dance practice at eight thirty, it was now only just past seven. I couldn’t keep the smile off of my face. Last night was incredible, the best night ever. Hearing her moan my name was the best sound in the world. She enjoyed herself too which made it even more special for me. It hadn’t hurt her too much, well, she said it didn’t anyway. It couldn’t have been that painful because she had me make love to her again after. I wrapped my arms tighter around her, loving the feel of her n**ed skin against mine. I just laid there and watched her sleep until her alarm went off. She was so damn beautiful; she ho

She felt stronger now that she had spoken to her Savior. Her voice she thought again, so she started to yell. Her lungs were crackling and felt as if they were underwater, but she still yelled as loud as she could. “Help, HELP ME! I’m trapped! Please. Anyone. There’s a hurt wolf, too!” She was out of breath but she kept going. “HELP US! We will DIE WITHOUT HELP!” Just as she thought she could yell no more, she heard a guttural yelp from beneath her, and looked at the wolf. As if he understood, he tilted his head back and started howling. She cried a cry similar to when she lost her baby. She cried from her soul and let out all her pain. So did the wolf. Neither one knowing if they’d ever see

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the small town of Maplewood. The air was heavy with the scent of blooming lilacs, a stark contrast to the turmoil that brewed within the heart of ten-year-old Alex Carter. He sat on the worn steps of his porch, his small frame dwarfed by the grand old oak tree that had been a silent witness to his laughter, his dreams, and now, his sorrow.

“Now I just need to figure out what love poem speaks to me.” “The third poem it pretty easy too, since it has to be one you don’t understand and you won’t analyze it yourself, you can choose any poem,” Anna said and continued her search through the Poetry Anthology. She points to a poem called ‘Attention’ by Madlie de Wet and opens the Poetry Anthology to the poem. Attention By Madlie de Wet In a dark room, people everywhere I look from familiar faces to non-familiar faces Unseen, Unheard, Unloved

× “I was in a place that defied description. It was as though the Ayakashi and I had been transported into a giant womb. There was nothing but endless pitch-blackness. No spectrum or gradation whatsoever. No concept of up, down, left or right. It was the epitome of being lost, as though I was floating in the deepest layer of the ocean. You know that the deeper we dive, the bluer the water gets, right?” Aki and Temujin nodded uncertainly. “Till blue becomes black. What’s the deepest you’ve ever dived?” Both Aki and Temujin shrugged. “Not deep,” Aki finally said. “Let me give you an idea how deep our oceans are. The tallest mountain in the Stork Empire is Fuyō-hō, the Lotus Peak, but if you dr