Deepest Poem Novels & Stories

The High Mother’s eyes rolled back as something ancient spoke through her. “The seams move to close again.” “They gather the marrow of the lost.” “But we will unmake the binders.” She rose slowly, her body shaking, mouth bleeding. “All hail the Deep Seed,” she whispered. And her followers echoed her cry: “All hail the Deep Seed!” They began to chant the names of the drowned. Names no one had spoken in a thousand years. Names that should not be remembered.

It was like our souls were weaving together with every stroke of him inside me. We didn’t need any more words to express our pleasure. It was beautiful and exquisite and transcended anything we had shared thus far in the bedroom. I felt the release blossom inside me like a ray of sunshine warming my skin, but from the inside out. I dropped my head back and let out a low keening sound as he took over the moving of our bodies.

"How about if the baby is a boy?" "I will name him Ivan Immanuel..." The lawyer smiled and took the hand of the expectant mother and kissed it. Happiness is the only emotion he is feeling on that night. Even the water-splitting dragons who are witnessed to their unrivaled love for each other would sure to envy them. Although there are lots of diners all around them, it seemed to them that they are alone and the world only revolves around them. That is the only description that people who are dining with them could tell anyone. The love between them is like a fire that could never be extinguished even by water and it flows like a river and does not end...for eternity.

Kisha didn’t know where she was going, she only knew she couldn’t stay at home. The argument with Corey had ended hours ago, but his words were still circling inside her head. To conquer the world together is a great deal. She wanted to prove him wrong by letting him witness what she had just seen. She had even pretended to believe him. But now, walking alone through the busy streets of Stark City, she realized how deeply those words had reached. The evening crowd moved around her. Cars honked, people laughed, street vendors called out to passing customers and music drifted from an open shop. But Kisha heard none of it clearly. She simply walked, one street became another, then another. She

I let her inside my heart and letting her go was going to fucking hurt. But I'll get over it...maybe one day. I plugged in my earphones and let my soul drown in the darkness. It felt like I was being reborn again. I can't breathe (Chopsquad), I can't breathe, 999 Waiting for the exhale I toss my pain with my wishes in a wishing well I can't breathe, I'm waiting for the exhale Toss my pain with my wishes in a wishing well Still no luck, but oh, well I still try even though I know I'm gon' fail

People feared the unknown, hence 'The Deep' was one of the most feared forbidden areas in all of Zandor. Unlike the Forest of Gloom, The Deep wasn't located on flat land, but was actually a valley. If one stood on a higher ground, they could easily identify this death trap. This valley was completely desolate, and no matter how brightly the sun shone, its luminous rays could never penetrate the darkness that coated the valley. Like a blanket, this darkness prevented any light from getting through. Even rain was no exception to this exile. Seeing a figure seated in this dark land would have terrified anyone, for how could someone survive in this place?

“It’s obvious that you are not always visiting our portal for a University update. This woman.” I laugh but stop eventually when Mister Dawson called for our attention once again. Levi stayed on Alaric’s seat as the Professor discussed about his instructions. “Take a copy and read about that poem. I will be collecting your paper until this Monday, eight in the morning.” When the paper reaches to me, I automatically skim the page and it clearly states that it’s one of the most famous poem by William Shakespeare. Sonnet 18: Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

And then his body tumbled meatily down the stairs that led up to my prison. Of all the sounds that competed for attention in this explosion of noise, this was the loudest.

“She is a freelance photographer and currently contracted with a small perfume house called Boom Verce. Hasn't worked any other job apart from photography. She has two close friends and shares a modest apartment with one. Her Only living parent is her father…” He paused just long enough to look at the name again “Henry Kane” Rhys stopped walking. His assistant nearly bumped into him. “Sir?” Rhys turned his head slowly. His voice was quiet, but it carried an edge that made the younger man straighten. “What did you just say?”

The piercing sound of metal against metal filled the air, and their bodies were jerked violently as the impact sent their car spinning. The scene faded into black, the once vibrant world around them engulfed in an eerie silence. The wailing sirens of police cars and ambulances pierced the air, their shrill cries a jarring reminder of the chaos that had happened. Time stood still as their bodies lay motionless, surrendering to the darkness that embraced them. I walked with purpose along the worn path of the cemetery, the echoing click-clack of my stilettos resonating against the solemn silence. With each step, the sharp sound punctuated the stillness, marking my presence amidst the hallowed g