Poems That Touch The Heart Novels & Stories

"That illegitimate child of yours isn't worthy of this blood." She ground her heel into the red puddle, speaking with venom in every word. "I'd rather pour it out to water the flowers than give it to you." At that moment, Danielle felt her heart shatter, and even breathing became painful. The VIP room door slammed shut with a heavy thud, sealing Meghan and Taylor away from the chaos outside. Danielle stumbled back to Olivia's hospital room and cradled her cold body, tears falling onto her pale face. As despair slowly overwhelmed her, her phone screen lit up.

I can't promise the sun always warms the morning like the warmth of dew on a leaf I can't give the stars always shine but the light misses me every night I can't send a red rose every day but the embers of jealousy rage when you are far from me I can't compose a beautiful poem only my prayers as a guardian of your steps If the twilight stays orange even when it's cloudy, if the moon is still dim even in the dark then you're still my curved rainbow after the rain on my veranda that I always hug If the sky isn't always blue If the lake is not always green So let me paint you on a white canvas of the heart

Josy will it ever really end ? I felt numb when I left Josy's office . When will all this end? My troubles ,my pain , my tears . Don't let your heart freeze, stop remembering memories so the mind will be at peace .Start to walk away to get rid of risks, forget the past, begin where you'd last, Again,make sure that you'll never crush, for your heart not be scratched . Don't be afraid to fall in love again , just assure that lessons will be gained, Don't put your heart in pain ,Unless, yourself will inclose into the chain . A poem by Vang .

I must have dozed off while I was reading earlier. The Poems of Francis Ledwidge – the moth-eaten emerald green book I found in the study – is lying next to my pillow, the gold-embossed oak leaves on the cover glinting in the lamplight. The last thing I remember reading before nodding off was a poem gran had often sung to me as a bedtime lullaby. That book of the page is creased, dog-eared. The poem is about a water spirit who died after falling in love, which seemed to be one of Francis Ledwidge’s favorite themes – doomed love, tragic, beautiful maidens and lots and lots of flowers.

And most of all, we learn that real love, whether romantic, platonic, or self-given, asks us to show up honestly, love bravely, and choose ourselves without apology. Let this be a reminder: Even broken hearts can whisper. And even whispered hearts can love again. Summary: In a world where love is often loud and fleeting, The Whispers of Heart tells the quiet, deeply personal stories of four souls daring to love bravely. Davina, a thoughtful introvert, rediscovers passion with a man who sees beyond her silence. Emmy, vibrant yet guarded, opens herself to joy and heartbreak but learns to choose herself. Sofia, wounded by betrayal, finds healing in an intense connection that vanishes with the m

Raisa wrote a poem entitled in the quiet, she then reread her work. In a lonely corner of the silent night, I hug your shadow in this loneliness. The longing that slices the heart, Flowed with tears that did not stop. In every beat of my heart, There is your name that echoes sadly. The hope that used to strengthen, Now only a painful memory. I walk in empty hallways, Without direction, without light. All the promises you once made, Are now just shadows that disappear slowly. Time passes slowly and cruelly, Leaving deep wounds.

With each step he took, he tried desperately to ignore the aching pain in his chest. Sarah stood for a long-time in the rain, staring blindly into the space, her body and soul tortured and racked with pain, together with a numbed heart. It felt as if she had acid rain in her mind and it was killing the flowers of her heart. The heavy raindrops slowly weighted on her eyelashes, softly closing her eyes, her throat burning with unshed tears and her heart...she just couldn't feel it. It was as if it burned and burned then it suddenly turned to ice. She closed her eyes tight, trying to think of something, else her misery. But, you can close your eyes to things you don't want to see, but you can't

I said and I examined her emotion, her eyes widen in horror and chaos. "I'm sorry but I couldn't get what you mean. I don't know what you are saying, kid. go home!" She said and to get her interest I recited the poem in front of her. "My love he was gone, But my heart still belongs to him, And he was my only happiness. He was somewhere in another world now, But my heart still hears his heart, I could feel every beat of it, And it was a pain, For our souls belongs to a different world!" I spoke loud and clear as I tried to examine her again, she was tight-lipped and began to burst out tears, unexpectedly.

A life filled with love—even if it was fabricated. Better than the hollow kind she'd known before. Because if none of it was ever real... then why should it matter what was?

This girl has a horrible talent when it comes to drawing, I smiled, turning pages once more, I stopped when I noticed a poem. Your touch, a flame that ignites my soul, In your arms, I find myself whole. With passion burning deep within, I long for the moment our hearts will begin. In the soft glow of moon’s tender light, We surrender to the passion of the night. Our bodies entwined in fiery embrace, Lost in the rhythm of love’s sweet grace.