Heartfelt Poems Novels & Stories

The deep blue sky was turning into a dark shade of orange, and my heart seemed to match its color. I wished I were a bird, able to fly freely without ever needing to stop. I wished I could drift toward the ocean. Now I understand why poems are written, why hearts break, why stars cry, and why the ocean sinks. It's all about the heart. The first time I saw the sunset up close, I got goosebumps. My heart skipped a beat, and I couldn't breathe.

That night, when she heard Jameson walk away and watched the video that was sent, she thought her heart would shatter beyond repair. However, despite the sorrow and pain, she survived. After enduring enough pain, she got used to it.

My heart’s pounding so hard it hurts. And somewhere far away, under the same moon, I swear— I feel the bond flare. Like a heartbeat. Calling back. I wake up

“Ma chérie” I heard my mother's voice, soft and delicate, calling out to me. “mom? Is that you?” I spoke in a low voice, I couldn't see anything, everything was pitch black, I didn't know if I was still asleep or awake. I wasn't sure if this was a dream or another one of my hallucinations. “Mon petit cœur, mon bijou, ma belle, ma princesse, mon trésor” I felt her soft yet trembling hands cupping my face.

Of course it was, mum would never settle for less- probably the reason why we’re travelling in business class right now. Sometimes I wish we weren’t so wealthy, and right now is one of those times. Perhaps if daddy didn’t have all these business stuff to attend to, we wouldn’t have had to move here. I clench my fists in frustration and I feel this heaviness in my heart. That heaviness makes me uncomfortable always. It’s too thick, like a heavy blanket wrapped around my lungs yet it felt so empty. I don’t know how to describe it and I wish I could. Maybe if I knew how to tell what it exactly felt like, it might make me feel better; but I can’t because I don’t know how. And the more I think ab

A sadness hits me, my mothers weightless head bouncing in the water brings tears to my eyes, and what I did to Ben. “He found us” the king shouts, “don’t let your sadness consume you.” Tyler falls to his knees immediately and begins to sob, I wish we had a potion for this. I try to think of happy thoughts, but it’s almost as if there are none left. My vision blurs and I see the world in flames, instead of making me sad it made me angry, this is probably the future if we don’t succeed. I snap out of it and see my travel companions in the dirt in complete despair. With the sadness gone my mind is clear. The trees whisper around me “Clara you’re no good for nothing” in my mothers voice.

I heard a silent voice in my heart, I quickly stood up, running to the right route in the divided path leading to nowhere, I gasped and slowly blink my eyes, seeing nothing but shadows, and I felt a headache and I tried to raise my body, but I suddenly felt a hands on my arms trying to pull me down on the bed "Relax, you ain't fully recovered" a feminist voice played in my head, I lay down and didn't see who it was, I lay down without bothering about where I was, and I slowly opened my eyes, everywhere and saw dark and silhouette of people walked passed me in a hurry ******** Someone held my right hand, squeezing it softly and slowly my eyes opened, the image before me seemed faceless, and I

There’s such a sad love Deep in your eyes a kind of pale jewel Open and closed within your eyes I’ll place the sky Within your eyes There’s such a fooled heart Beatin’ so fast In search of new dreams A love that will last Within your heart I’ll place the moon Within your heart As the pain sweeps through Makes no sense for you Every thrill is gone Wasn’t too much fun at all But I’ll be there for you When the world falls down Falling Falling down Falling in love I’ll paint you mornings of gold

said Eva with tears in her eyes. I felt my heart break as she left. She was supposed to call her mom to pick her up and she didn't call her, she was just walking as if her heart had been cut out. It started to rain and the street to get out of my housing development was long. From the door I could see her farther and farther away and I felt less and less like walking.

And he is what poets describes in their poems, angels see in their dreams, and kids open their arms for. Someone who bends over to respect her and not bend her over to shove his things in. The people I’ve met so far weren’t men or I have known the wrong definition all my life. I don’t want to feel this loved by someone so pure, someone full of life, someone full of light. My darkness will consume his good, either it’ll draw him into darkness or kill him. I should say I feel nothing but I’d be lying. because I do, and my heart is thumping,