Deepest Poem Novels & Stories

He didn't mind getting drenched in it. Slipping futher into the darkness, he roamed the road, attempting to head out of the human residence and into the lone areas. He found himself alone on the deserted road that led to God knows where. He never changed his routes, but tonight, he decided to make an exception. It was raining after all, so why not bask in it?

I've fallen for a knight He shoots me this arrow of love I can't resist It's impeccable! It's impeccable! It's impeccable! It's an impeccable feeling for the impeccable you. I sang as i thought of him, i had no idea I've being crying again, I remembered my dad's word "tears does not solve problems" i wiped my tears but my eyes still watered, my stomach grumbled cos I've not eaten and I my didn't know when I slept off. ***

And yet, sometimes when the rain hit glass or a voice in a crowd dipped low and thoughtful, I’d hear him again, You shouldn’t hide your fire, Miss Lyn. He became a memory stitched into everything I wrote. So when I walked into the gallery that night, a charity exhibit celebrating urban poets and saw him across the room, it felt like stepping into one of my own poems. He stood by a wall of paintings, hands in his pockets, wearing a black suit that didn’t look new but looked right. A decade had sharpened him: streaks of gray at his temples, the same deep-set eyes, older now, quieter but not softer. And those eyes found me instantly.

The most astonishing thing was that every title tried to minister to me so much more that I was confused. There is a poem titled 'HOPE', there was 'VAGUE AS AIR', 'DEATH AND IT'S PEACE' and other incredible poems all written by Trevor. I read each poem and felt as if he was talking to me directly. His choice of words, sentence construction and presentation of life scenarios embedded in words is just beautiful. Now this guy was not just a devilishly handsome man with a great sense of humor but a writing god. Then I came across the piece I termed my best. I read it over and over again muttering each line. The poem is titled 'SPEAK TO YOURSELF' and it reads thus...

One year passed. "M beautiful daughter, a year feels fast, slow, torturous, dark, pent up. Unexpectedly, you are gone forever. A year has passed, but mom never saw your smile except only in dreams. I rarely dreamed. Why? ? Do you not miss Mom anymore? Are you happy there? " Delisha was still mumbling, confiding in Cheryl's grave.

Hyde nodded, "Don't be so protective, says the person who materialized out of thin air when Amy was interrupted." Jeremy was speechless. The new song, My Dearest Delusion, was the story of a girl who ran away from her wedding after becoming disillusioned with love, stumbled through her escape, and unexpectedly found her true love along the way. Amy prepared a beautiful, intricately-woven wedding dress, and a pair of white high-heels that were especially suited for running away from weddings.

“You want to be stronger,” the deep voice rung in everyone's ear. From the one at the deepest of the sea, drowning, to the one in the state of deep slumber, gaming, the voice vibrated through the deepest of their system. “Stood high and I'll grant the wishes in the deepest of your soul!”

I laugh. Soon my laugh fades and I sit quietly for the remainder of the ride. After church Malika, Blake, and I go out to eat. I enter and greet the bartender Phillip. He says hello but he's engrossed with this news story. Deep Woods campsite had two gruesome murders last night. A father and son camping by the lake were dragged from their RV and mauled. "Oh my God! We were there last night!" I gasp. Phillip turns facing me saying, "That's crazy! There are no bears or lions in Deep Woods! What in God's name could've done that?"

The sound was deep and menacing, it spoke of a predator waiting for its prey to alleviate its hunger. They were stunned in their position securing their lives cause they felt it more than seeing it, silhouettes are slowly moving around them waiting for the right timing to attack. Ulrik and Talon's heartbeats rapidly thumping and they were careful of the movements that once they made a mistake the creatures surrounding them will surely devour them. “Who's there?! Reveal yourselves!” The bloodthirsty creatures move from their positions. There in the dark a pack came out. Fangs as sharp as a newly honed blade, eyes were fiercely showing pride and power, and claws that can tear any sort of metal

I climbed out of the carriage with the help of a royal coachman who was neatly dressed in a blue uniform, one of his gloved hands held mine in his until my feet were firmly planted on the ground. I waited for Zion to make his way out of the carriage. While I stared at the open field in which we were standing in wonder. Flowers sat on golden fences and birds were lightly chirping above our heads. And in the center of the field stood a small pond that held beautiful golden fish in it. I smiled broadly and my eyes wandered over to the large palace in front of me. It is by far the largest building I have ever seen, and our house back home is quite large. There is a path that leads up to the pala