Novel & Cerita Poem Calm

She immediately turned around and walked toward her room. The door closed softly. Leaving Calvin alone in the living room. He let out a rough breath. His hand brushed over his face slowly. “Not allowed into the room…” he muttered. He chuckled softly. But it sounded bitter. “So annoying…” But there was no further protest. He lay down on the sofa. Staring at the ceiling for a moment. The dim light made the atmosphere even quieter. His eyes slowly closed. But his mind… was not truly calm. Camelia’s image kept appearing. Her face. Her voice. Her cold gaze. And also… the small care that never truly disappeared.

I can't be! I pulled Cali to sit comfortably on the ground to meditate. She was confused, but when I explained, she followed my gestures. As I started to close my eyes, my body started to calm down, slowly clearing my thoughts. The inner peace I had was lifted up again, pushing all the positive thoughts circulating my whole body. I slowly felt energised and felt light. The feeling of renewed again floating in the thin air was dynamic and beautiful. I recollect everything before slowly opening my eyes. My breathing was normal and my mind wasn't over thinking the same as my heart beating normally. The feeling of cleansed and renewed was overpowering.

Then without thinking, she crashed her lips over his and showed how glad and happy she was to see him awake. A full moon was shining in the sky one minute, but the next it was gone, hidden by the gray clouds gathering in the sky. A foreboding kind of darkness stretched over the horizon as a widening hush filled the space. It was quiet. Eerily quiet. Not even the night insects chirped. It was suffocatingly calm. So calm that if a lone water drop had fallen on the grass somewhere in the garden, that could've been heard too. This was exactly the calm some people dreaded— the calm before a storm.

This calm - deep, wordless - it fills every gap, settles into bone. A warmth touches my damp forehead - his lips linger there. One palm moves slow along my spine, then follows the swell beneath it, never rushing. That touch just keeps going. Faint streaks of morning creep through the glass, pushing against night's heavy grip on the clouds. A pale glow wins small patches above the broken horizon. Darkness thins, worn down by slow leaks of daylight. The air stays hushed beneath bruised cloud cover. Cold edges slip under the frame where shadows still pool. Grey fingers stretch across what was once total shadow. Quiet tension holds between last remnants of thunder and coming day.

He leaned against the railing beside Alex, surveying the city with thoughtful eyes. ❄️ “It’s almost… peaceful here.” Alex let out a soft breath, a smile tugging faintly at his lips. “Almost,” he agreed. “But peace is relative. And calm—” He paused, choosing his words carefully. “Calm is preparation.” Brian turned his head slightly, curiosity flickering across his face. ❄️ “Preparation for what?”

Maybe even peaceful. The calm before the storm.

I glanced at him again, and this time, he caught me immediately. “What?” he asked. I hesitated briefly, then didn’t hide it. “I’m just… noticing you.” He raised a brow slightly. “Noticing what?” I smiled faintly. “The way you are.” He didn’t respond right away. Just looked at me. Then asked quietly, “And how is that?” I leaned back slightly, thinking. “Calm,” I said. “Too calm sometimes.” He nodded once. “That’s not a bad thing.” “I didn’t say it was.

As impatient and as anxious Tian Tian was, Grandmother Ning was as soft, calm and as smooth in her moments. "One important quality of becoming a great leader is calmness.” As Grandmother Ning continued informing Tian Tian about what she felt she should know, she passed the cup of chamomile tea towards her, "And this cup of tea will help you in calming down all of your uneasiness and worries. Only when you are calm can you think better. " As the smell from the cup of chamomile tea started wafting into Tian Tian nose, she was unable to think anything and only it.

Kael’s POV I was calm, that was the first thing I noticed, not the silence of the room, not the faint flicker of light against the walls or even the lingering irritation that had followed me since morning. No, it was the calm that came when you're expectant of a pest you want to berate for being such a nuisance. I leaned back slightly in my chair, one arm resting against the carved wood, a glass of freshly poured dark wine untouched in my hand. The scent of it rose faintly, rich and sharp, but it did nothing to distract me.

"I don't think he was thinking straight." I stayed silent and forced down the emotions that had risen inside me. There was no shock or revelation but only a quiet peace. What Edward and I had was already buried. It was left in the past, and there was no turning back.