Peace Poetry Novels & Stories

He was the man who proved to me that love can be in a form of poetry; may it be in verse or in prose. That love is on everything where your heart lays in tranquility. Manuel touched my face. Our eyes met. Ang apoy na naglalayab sa kaniyang mata ay napalitan ng pagka-alala at kaba. “Baby...” Bago pa siya makakapagsalita ay kinain na ng kadiliman ang aking paligid. I heard curses as he held me in his arms. Ang sumunod na pangyayari ay hindi ko na alam. Nawalan na ako ng malay at tanging pagtawag na lamang ng aking asawa ang aking narinig.

Dion's POV "...You have a lot to say with your eyes. I'm particularly taken with your frowning expression. Unique and stunning that you stand out from the crowd." I read aloud the final stanza of my fourth poem. I've been writing since this morning, and my mind and hands seem to be working nonstop to create poetry. To be honest, I'm very productive right now. It's amusing how many ideas pop into my head. "Hep, hep, hep! And who's that lucky person you dedicate that poem to, huh?" Dad's sudden appearance behind me surprised me.