Frankenstein Poetry Novels & Stories

Deep into that darkness peering, Long I stood there, wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals Ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, And the stillness gave no token, And the only word there spoken Was the whispered word, "Lenore!" This I whispered, and an echo Murmured back the word, "Lenore!" Merely this, and nothing more.

But when she slid the letter out, it wasn’t academic. It was poetry. Handwritten. Ink slightly smudged in places, as if whoever had written it had pressed the words too hard, or maybe their hands had trembled. She read it once standing. Then again, sitting on her couch. By the third time, her heart was pounding. There once was a girl made of moonlight and scars, who wandered too far from her garden of stars. She met a beast cloaked in thorns and fire, whose voice was rage, but whose heart… desire.

A light too blinding, a fire too high, Yet I kneel, yet I pray, yet I burn alive. Flesh and bone, yet something more, A voice that binds, a touch ignored. Untouchable fate, unshaken throne, And yet I long to call you my own. I exhaled through my nose again, rubbing my temple. Of course, it's wonderful. I'd never read poetry so well written. Of fucking course. I refolded the paper and tucked it back where I found it. I wasn't mad. I wasn't even surprised. Just... I don't know.

If I dream of the White Wolf tonight, I’m going to ask her advice. I snorted. If I’d been that White Wolf, I’d have told her to stay away from Ella. I was about to close the journal when I saw the second page ended with a poem. Olivia liked to sprinkle poems into her journals. You cannot say, or guess, for you know only A heap of broken images, where the sun beats, And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief, And the dry stone no sound of water. Only There is shadow under this red rock,

“I’m sorry. I wished it didn’t have to play out this way.” I rolled my eyes. Humans and guilt were like one and the same. He was already feeling guilty for whatever he had to put me through. “I would be fine, Frank. We would all be fine.” “Not all of us…” Frankenstein replied. “What?” “Beatrice was the one who poisoned me, sir.” He mentioned.

I had to assume he was answering my question by reciting his poem, but I had absolutely no idea what he was talking about, so I only stared at him, dumbfounded, until he lowered his book and arched an eyebrow at me. “The Raven?” he said. “Edgar Allan Poe?” “Right,” I said, recognizing the first line of the famous poem now. It seemed fitting. Big, black, ugly, mean bird. Not that our Raven was any of those things. I should’ve thought of it myself. Brice went back to his book, and I wondered if there were any ominous, dark poems written about flamingos. I doubted there were, but perhaps there should be.

It was surprising our Alpha and Luna had let her move there, considering she was very much human. Mrs. Juniper absolutely adored poetry, mostly the classics. I’d never forget the endless headaches I suffered trying to decipher what Shakespeare, Robert Frost, and Alfred Tennyson were trying to convey. Why poets had to make such simple lessons so confusing was beyond me. Why did they have to use pretty words to convey truth? ‘This doesn’t seem to be so hard.’ Rayna countered, murmuring the words to the poem in my head. ‘It mentions beasts twice, which has to be the bulls, right?’

Aurora noticed this, and was not certain what was happening, in her inquisitive nature she had to confirm what was happening. ‘I thought we taking the cable that will lead East-part of the hills”, she said ‘Yes, we supposed to. But I have got something else planned”, he responded. The cable ride travelled down west of the hill, it went over lower hills, across valleys with thick woods below them. The wood had beautiful lightening emanating from it, it lighted up the entire valley, the trees could be liken to a treasure house, which got lots of gold and precious stones sparkling out of it, the valley gave that sense of magic. The sight from above was magnificent; Aurora was in awe, her intuit

Sky says as she jesters with her hands to me. I took a couple of deep breaths before I began to read my poem out loud. Gathering my nerves before I speak. Lifeless Lost and alone left empty without a home. Watching as the wind blows, chattering through hollow bones. Words are nothing but a sound cracking and breaking with each bound. A girl once set to sore left with oozing pores, born in a world torn in two. Amber eyes stare into the starry skies, locks of blonde hair ripped from a head now bare. A face that once held so much grace, revealing split flesh tattered like mesh. Words are nothing but a sound cracking and breaking with each bound. Tears shed out of so many fears, crying in the da

Lily’s lips bruised with her teeth biting them to not scream, he feels forbidden, yet she never felt so alive, ever, not before this night. Wrapped in each other’s arms, their legs tangled, her head in contact with his chest, his hand caressing her hair, the other one on her waist pulling her closer, he feel the dawn, the light spreading everywhere the sun rising, he kissed her forehead. Wearing his clothes, he took out a piece of paper from the book, but his movements halted, seeing the page filled with ink, his heart skipped a beat reading the poem, Like the moon you are flawed, then why you are the only source of light in the darkness.