Novel & Cerita Poem About Me

In there, in that low-ceilinged wide-spaced poetry club house, with all those new people who had only just shown me their cores in stanzas and verses; I feel in my head something bright. Bright, bright, bright lit. *

It simply softens them until they no longer sting. I think that’s what healing really is not forgetting, but remembering differently. Before I sleep, I check my emails. There’s one unread message from the poetry studio they want to feature one of my pieces on their site. I laugh softly, surprised. I scroll through the list of poems I’ve written, and my eyes land on the one that started it all the first poem after he left. It was titled “The Weight of Letting Go.” I open it, read the first few lines, and realize how far I’ve come.

A voice so soft. So calm. So new. Rises right above her. Lifting through the embers. A phoenix. I frowned at the poem and when I read it repeatedly to myself, I could help but ask myself, who was the “She” in this poem? Could this poem be about me?

I told myself. Writing poems is therapeutic to me, and sometimes I get lost in what I’m writing, not even bothering to think. I let myself write mindlessly, so into it, that I could feel myself humming, yet I couldn’t hear it. I was in an euphoric state. By the time I had come out of it, I realized that I had written a four, full-page erotic poem, and I didn’t have to guess who it was about. Her gaze, striking and fiery,

Immediately he was in the comfort of his fancy car, he sighted a fresh sheet of paper on his dashboard and took it at once. Looking through the front and back pages, Yomi discovered that it was some sort of poem with no name on it, so he decided to read it out of curiosity. It reads thus: How exquisite is this view as I revisit you Words of love begin to write as I sigh in delight The day has only started and my eyes have spilled with tears They have never parted from what lies fulfilled by years God, are you so beautiful and nothing but divine I beg of you to see like me, oh why not redefine

After he r mum left she decides to go outside and water the flowers. She takes a bucket and goes outside with a bucket full of water,as soon as she steps out,a neighbor Mrs Ney was busy with her flowers too.Good morning ma'am Lucinda says ,morning Lucinda how are you?when did you come back.I am ok ma'am she smiled I came back yesterday oooh how is work?Work is fine thank you.Lucinda is one of the people who don't like sharing their life activities, she carries on watering her flowers and plugs in her earphones and starts singing loudly.Mrs Ney's son comes out with a bottle of water in a T-shirt and shorts good morning mum ,morning Dray how are you?I am fine mum wanna do my workout outdoors t

With that we talked through the night . There are times that you would close your eyes, Those special memories of me will always bring back a smile, Calling my number repeatedly but with no response , If only you could have me back for just a little while you would say ,When I fade like the shadow of moon or like the whispers of the sea, The times of pain and the days of sorrow ,Miss me a little but not too long ,I want no cries, why cry for a soul gone to a better place, a home built with gold ,The time when living feels like dying ,Miss me but let me go , When I come to the end of the road and the sun has set for me , Miss me but let me go , For this journey is one we all must take , Bury

I feel this is my mind imitating is voice and I say. "Jayden, you don't know, I like you. I like you so much, and cannot tell you, you're more handsome than this ugly duckling, me. And also, now, I got to know your family status is as this, you're not for Me." My face twitched. "I will pray for so much money next time I come to the world so, you can like me." I say, some small romance imagination starts to feel my heart. How would it be, me and him, in a picnic, and I will feed him with my bare hands.

I close my eyes as my heart fulls with pride and happiness Thank you Kendra Are the last words I say to my saviour. The end