Poemas Sobre A Vida Novels & Stories

"Why don't you see if anything speaks to you?" I wander through the narrow aisles, breathing in the scent of old paper and ink. My fingers trail across familiar names—Plath, Oliver, Neruda—poets I used to know by heart. I pull out a slim volume of Mary Oliver's work and flip to a random page: "Tell me, what else should I have done? Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon? Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?"

ISA POV Life. No matter how miserable and sorrowful it can be, the fact remains that is the gift bestowed to us by the most high. And it can never be changed that we only live once. I know I have cheated death quite a few times, but eventually, there will come a time when I shut my eyes, and they will remain shut forever. Maybe they would open, but not in the given lifetime. But now was not the time. Yet!

A shrine to the people I've lost sitting right on my bed-side table. Picking up the pristine copy of my Dad’s poetry book, I fanned through the crisp pages. It had once been a ritual of mine to fan through the book during hard times. I would close my eyes and choose a poem at random. It was once a way to stay close to my Dad, but now had turned into a habit. With my eyes closed, I let my finger land on one of the many poems. In the end, the treasure of life is missed by those who

At first glance, my life is a straight line, but it splits into two, one for reality and one for fiction, but it starts to confuse me as the melody of the other is in contrast with the other one. My whole life revolves around music and poetry. Because of the enormous imagination that I have, I am starting to believe that the letters of my name are the new musical notes "R E I G N." But the funny thing is that, they make the worst combination of melody and that explains my life.

, I won't marry him at all, again he is trying to say something let's listen. Pankaj: If I take a life, Without any choices, A painter, without any brushes, A singer, Without his voice, A writer, Without his thoughts, and Me, Without your forgiveness, Will make the most miserable world. Please forgive me, Miss. Harshal. Note: these poems are my creation, please tell me how it is, and do u like today's chapter or not .please give reviews and comments. NOTE: Hello Cupcakes, Hope you all are liking the current track in the story.

Jovielyn POV Life is truly remarkable. It's hilarious, beautiful, terrifying, humbling—truly, it's every adjective you can imagine, because it encompasses everything. It wasn’t until I passed away that I truly understood what life was about. I thought I knew, but I was only experiencing the aesthetic surface of it all, the superficial aspects.

The grief of being weak as he waited for the evil men to shoot his family. His life fleeted before him and he was there spectating it all over again. "Life is ephemeral like the wind in a stormy day," he couldn't help but be poetic. With his words, in this mysterious place, a gust of wind appeared out of nowhere and blew with it the scent of spring, and it was immediately gone like a popping bubble without sounds.

he asked, interested in my presentation; at least he looked interested. " Lately, the environment that we live in is slowly going into extinct. What I mean is, most if not all poets rather write poems about love or other factors if life, forgetting the location where all other factors take course. The few poems written about the environment, are not even written well. So I decided to bring that to notice." I answered, earning a wide smile from the other orators. " Well what are you waiting for? Dive in." the chairman said, smiling to his team.

Life is a beautiful thing And with time I had a chance to know that, a chance to start over and enjoy what I can and fight what comes in my way. After all no life without battles. THE END

She started out by saying, “This poem is called Unapologetically Me. We go through different things in life that cause us pain. We have people in our lives, who make it their mission to try to break us or destroy us, but we are stronger than that. So, I dedicate this to all of us who have ever been through heartache and survived.”