Poem Invincible Novels & Stories

Everyone was looking at him, paying attention to each word that drawled off his mouth. I could have paid more attention to how his voice came off husky and more richer in the mic if not for my tensed state. Fear had crawled into my body and found a place inside my spine, not wanting to leave. "She is a wonderful young woman who has the miraculous power to cure herself from any wound, either physical or mental. With her own salty tears, she would cleanse her raw wounds. And her breaths are given, as though not to breathe but rather to fan her sores."

"Could it be that this is the bloodline of the Immortal King? The bloodline of the Immortal King is so invincible? This is too exaggerated and too terrifying! How could such a thing possibly exist in the world!? It isn't my first day of cultivation, so such a thing is simply unbelievable, alright?" "Invincible... if he really is invincible in the domain, then wouldn't we be unable to take him down? Wouldn't we be no match for him? If they were invincible, then how could they have lost? How could they have withdrawn from the stage of the immortal world, and the imperial authority even changed several times!"

On the night of their fourth wedding anniversary, Raymond Whitmore stood on a Boston stage and unveiled a perfume called Eternal Claire, dedicating it to the woman he swore he would love until his last breath. The world called it the most romantic gesture of the year. Claire called it a cage with a golden lid. Because thirty minutes later, a stranger sent her a video of that same perfume being poured over another woman's naked chest, in a suite two floors below the ballroom, by her husband's very hands. For four years, Claire had traded her PhD, her name, and her silence for a marriage the tabloids envied. In return, she got a mother-in-law who called her barren, a husband who called h

“You know I was broke down, I had hit the ground…I was crying out, couldn't make no sound…No one hears the silent tears collecting…You know I had lost hope, I was all alone…Never been so low 'til you came along…Teacher, I feel the dots connecting…Beat down on me, beat down like a waterfall…'Cause I can take on so much more than I had ever dreamed…So beat down on me, beat down like a waterfall…'Cause baby, I am ready to be free…Now I am invincible…No, I ain't a scared little boy no more…Yeah, I am invincible…What was I running for? (oh-oh-oh)….I was hiding from the world…I was so afraid, I felt so unsure…But now I am invincible…And I'm a perfect storm (oh-oh-oh)…Now I am a warrior, a shooting

I still don’t get it, if the poem Keeping his demons tamed, Annihilating every form of stain Redeeming his soul day by day Embracing him without casting blame Never letting him go insane. Is about a man with demons? How does a ‘she’ get involved? This is just like maths all over again. All my seven entries, which were His grace, light, lover, peace, angel, smile and charm, were all buzzing with a red light. I also noticed over a dozen people had already tried all the words I came up with. How do you compete with this? “Move out of my way, loser!” Japhia yells, pushing me out of his way. “Let the genius do the magic.” he says, giving out a villain like laughter.

H𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜! 𝐵𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑐𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦, 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑏𝑢𝑠𝑒, 𝑣� ��𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜𝑥𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑦.

“I am invincible,” King Chika yelled, “I am the King of the world.” The armies of both parties were shifting their weight as they studied the dragons that parades the sky. The cloud had darkened and the thunder was clapping with a hoarse voice. “You are but a creature,” Ada clutched her teeth. “But you are not invincible,”

There, they boarded a helicopter at the military region and headed toward their destination. After they landed, they continued their journey by foot. “Darling…” Thea suddenly spoke. James looked at her and asked, “What’s wrong?” Thea snickered. “As far as I understand, the Invincible Body Siddhi has the greatest defensive capability in the world. Meanwhile, the Murderous Energy I cultivate has the greatest destructive power. What do you think will happen if they collide head-on?” James rolled his eyes and pinched Thea’s waist, “Tired of living already?”

Kate says in an effort to divert the morbid course of their conversation. “What’s that?” “Oh, it’s a poem by a British poet – I forget who. Invictus is Latin for ‘unconquered’ and the poem’s most famous lines are the last two: ‘I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul.’ ” “I am the master of my fate…” Nate echoes. “Whoa! I like that. I’ll definitely Goggle that later. What’s the title again?” “Invictus.” “Invictus…” Nate scribbles the word in his notebook.

Encouraging them to keep the faith in God and also in family. After that, it was time for me to give the speech I'd spent hours preparing. I once again climbed the pulpit and started with a poem by Chinonso Chime titled "Immortal"; Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there; I did not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush,