Novel & Cerita Life's Journey Poems

" In the darkness of the silent night, I contemplate alone with dim eyes, Suffering is hidden in my heart, Life is like a storm that never stops. Each step I take is a heavy burden, On shoulders that are tired and broken, I recall the past that passed so quickly, In memories that always haunt. Yet, in the silence and the pent-up pain, I find the strength to rise again, Life may be sad, yet it is precious, For in it lies hidden beauty."

A tribute: Lady Bana’s Poem: “Life is a thread we weave in storms, Stitching dreams through quiet forms. We rise, we fall, we burn, we freeze, We beg for time, but Time won't cease. Death is not the end, my friend, Just a bend where echoes blend. You go where silence drinks the light, Beyond our reach, beyond our sight. But I, who stay, must wear the pain, A sword of loss, a crown of rain. Farewell, my sword, my foolish warrior, The game is now on, and I must fight to avenge.”

Nisha's pov 🗯Life is a journey and the road we travel has twists and turns which sometimes leads us to the unexpected places and unexpected people. But in turn it always lead us to our destination🗯 How true the lines are.... Life is very unexpected isn't it. We will dream about something but it will happen the opposite. Once I hated my life down to the core because the situation was like that and now everything changed completely and I am loving this phase.

For all the days of their lives, they would never again know a single moment of joy. Their wolves howled through the night, descending with them into the depths of darkness.

Never, in my wildest dreams, would I have believed that a tragedy as great as my accident could turn into the greatest of miracles and happily ever afters. But sometimes, it's the journey that makes the destination so worthwhile.

She did a quick review of her last note in her lavender signature notebook and got her pen to make a new poem. My New Journey Where the familiar cabin, a haven, we sat was out of reach, So, the embrace of kinship, their kisses, and voices that hummed, The melodic soft chirping caress of robins, grasses, mountains, and uphill’s breeze, The steps were not in sight as they progressed up the stairway of the newnew journey. Unnamed bloomed flowers heard and watched the heart’s tensed steps, So, the rain, the snow, the cold wind that greeted the steps of hope,

I remembered how we had our first camping, our first diving lessons, our first times trying the rides and my first time to feel that I lived a life. My disease is my greatest motivation for now. It made me realize I have a shorter life than others and it keeps on telling me that I should not waste any moment. It was scary at first knowing my days are just numbered but now, I am not that scared anymore. I want to seize my seconds with everything I had. I want to make sure that the people I loved are going to be okay without me. I hope they will. “Hearbeats Of Poetry.” I stated as I read the poems Tim created. I feel like he could write better than me. His words are like him-simple yet elegant

Fast. The clacking of the keyboard and the overflowing ideas were typed on the white surface, the black letters vividly seen on the screen. Then the music matched the words and the feelings. I smiled at the words I put on, accurately matching the lyrics of the song. “If ganito lang din buhay ko, edi sana ayos lang ako” I smiled while looking at the screen.

"The life that perishes shall be made alive again, sacred from the skeletal remains, oracle's flesh, and soul that flew, created in the most untamed depth of a meadow and crafted by the best creator, Few people are aware, In descending darkness, lamented the breathing mallow's offspring Harden in the crow's beak. Pain from the never-ending seek Look for the truths' melodies. Betrayal, suffering, and flute beacon Try to locate the light that sheds its skin. Maybe it's you who comes out on top?”

A life that had been lifeless since its inception. This is how my journey ends. This is what it all signifies. My life is a song of winter. A song of death. Under the mourning pine tree let me be laid. Come, oh cold death let me be swayed. As the lonely white snow dissolves the heat. My life shall fly away as it takes my breath. My life, my honor, and dignity be slain. Let my royal armour be torn and stained. My life's a feat though I've tasted defeat.