Heart Touching Poems Novels & Stories

Wilson…My Wilson All the thoughts running through my head halted at that moment. I dare say all my sadness and anger also vanished Everywhere blurred, everyone vanished but I could distinctively hear the singing crew sing ‘Young and beautiful’ ‘Dear Lord when I get to heaven, would you let me bring my man? When he comes tell him that you'll let him in……father tell me if you can…..’ That also faded into the background as I panicked turned to look at Wilson His eyes were red, puffy, sad, elated, hopeful….His eyes were a lot of things

“Tonight, you let yourself break. Tomorrow, we face your mother’s funeral together. The day after that… we’ll figure it out.” My hands found their way to his chest, feeling his heartbeat strong and steady under my palms. “What if I’m too broken?” “Impossible.” His lips brushed my temple, so gentle it made my heart ache. “You’re the strongest person I know.” The dam broke. All the grief, fear, and exhaustion of the past days crashed over me at once. I crumpled against him, and his arms wrapped around me, holding me together as I fell apart. “I keep seeing it,” I whispered against his chest. “The way James looked at you when he pulled that trigger. His own brother. How can someone hate that mu

“While millions of stars dance above my head, And war cries echo deep in my chest, If you became a single tear on my cheek, I’d turn into a shooting star, Silencing guns and bringing hope to tomorrow. ‘Don’t go,’ pleads the soldier in my wounded heart. Stay with me this time. Don’t let me die, beautiful one— Come to my heart at dawn…” As I whispered my poem, stroking Amber’s hair, I prayed she’d understand just how lost I’d be without her. That she’d feel it in her bones. “The sparks in my chest are turning to wildfire. Before I burn to ash and vanish into nothing, take my hand and put out the flames, my love. Don’t go. Please don’t leave me. If you walk away now, it’ll destroy me.”

There was a way, I just needed to find it and Jasper could help me, I could feel it. I picked out a book that was filled with poems and sat back down on the chair. I started reading each page, the words were beautiful. ’As the rain pours down I feel your love. As the wind blows I hear your voice. As the birds sing I can see your eyes. For your memory is something that never died’ ’A rose with thorns is my tale of love. The beauty as majestic as the petals, the feeling as lovely as the color, the heartbreak as painful as the stabs’

“Every touch, every shared moment of pleasure reminds me of the incredible journey we have walked side by side. You are my mate, my heart, my forever.” The seasons continued their graceful dance. Our days were rich with quiet contentment and bursts of passion. We made love in the golden light of autumn afternoons, in the cool shadows of spring mornings, beneath the blazing summer stars, and wrapped in winter’s cozy embrace. Each encounter deepened our connection—sometimes slow and worshipful, sometimes urgent and wild—but always filled with profound love and gratitude.

he asks in a soft, whispering voice, his blue eyes piercing my soul, and I can't deny his request. I clear my throat, feeling a wave of nervousness surge within me. "My love came from afar Over the stars Beyond the horizon My love, my love Your softest kiss Cannot compare to the summer breeze My love, my love Kiss me like the summer breeze" I recite the poem slowly, my eyes fixed on his lips as he moves toward me. As I finish the poem, he comes even closer, his lips almost meeting mine. However, I turn my face, and his lips land only on my cheek.

Every touch a promise, every soft word a solemn oath, every breath a petitioned benediction to heaven which had brought them together in some way. They danced to the other's rhythms, to harmonies shared alone in the hearts of a dance that stripped away the final vestiges of ache and loneliness and left behind only love. Until there remained only the two alone. Light crept into the small window in soft, golden rivulets, bathing the rumpled bed and the two bodies wrapped around each other.

The touch sent a rush of warmth through Hazel, igniting a spark of passion and longing that had been simmering beneath the surface. With each heartbeat, each shared breath, they wove a tapestry of connection and vulnerability that bound them together in a symphony of shared emotions and unspoken promises. In the quiet sanctuary of the park, surrounded by the gentle rustle of leaves and the distant hum of the night, they found solace in each other's presence, a sense of belonging that transcended words and gestures.

The birds sang in the background, giving the environment a romantic touch. "You know every time I look at you I am reminded of one of the poems by Nicholas Gordon. He's my favorite poet." "Really?" "I love reading poems and a friend recommended his poems during college. One of his poems touched my heart and every time I read it, I feel like it was written on me." "Do you remember it? Tell me how this poem goes." Damien unwrapped his hands and used them to sit straight beside her. He played with some strands of her straight hair and began, "Okay, so the poem is named I USED TO BE COMPLETELY CRUEL AND HEARTLESS. And it goes like this:

If my mother was alive I might share some with her, maybe even write her one like I do whenever the pain of her loss is too much to bear. I write for a while losing track of time as I place my pain and frustration into words then something on the breeze reminds me of someone else and the poems take a different turn. In my darkest hour Thoughts of her sear my brain Burning desire all but consumes me Her touch is all that could ease my pain Eyes like pools that I want to drown in The stars above have nothing on her She’s the beauty that I Admire from afar I long to hold her and make her mine