Poems With A Deeper Meaning Novels & Stories

"That's because you are real, Liza. You make everything around me look real." "Damn," I said It was too much, I don't know if it was the alcohol talking but he was seriously pouring out some dark romance shit. I remember a line from a dark romance poem I had read some time ago, it didn't make sense when I read it but today it did more than ever. We all have that place we go to, where the walls and God is our only witness. where no one else sees and we hide sometimes from ourselves. We put on our dark shades with a translucent smile. Narrowing our edges and fading our beauty.

We will do that For we are born for this in day We are here for this reason again The purpose will be clear in mind Mind will clear the purpose As well defined We will enrich more More and more life Life on earth Will be peaceful And hopeful More and more A little more more ******* Come storm Come if you want to enter in safe This is a good time We all are prepared For the storm is never to stay Most time is occupied by peace In each day Come, let's build ourselves As human race And face life and storm Again and again Again this day Again, the next day For the storm is never to stay we have learnt For life has taught us This way We will learn more to face Dirt in weather again For dirt once

The verses are a puzzle, a mosaic of meaning waiting to be assembled. With each line they read, the words etch themselves into the new character's mind, weaving a tapestry of insight and understanding. The weight of significance hangs in the air, like a heavy cloak of destiny that has been draped over their shoulders. Every phrase, every stanza seems to carry an echo of truth, hinting at a purpose that transcends the boundaries of their ordinary life.

“why can we not understand the message beneath, Why do we hear just a howl? Why can we not see what you do to us, By igniting the fire every then and now. It's because of your dear memories that we cry, We let it out, that fake smile. You help us know what being strong means, You help us grow flowers from the unwanted weeds.”, I heard someone complete my unfinished poem. I looked behind to see a shadow. There was a man standing wearing all black clothes. Even his face was covered with a black cloth. If he didn’t have the royal sword, I could have easily confused him with a thief. “What kind of a gentleman are you to eavesdrop on a lonely girl’s thoughts?”, I asked.

“Brightens the night, yet hides the dread from within. The gift of light that it brings, will never hide the dread of the fallen that’s hiding in the shadows.” She asks for the poetic verses, but both in reality are a warning and a blessing. The words and deeper meaning of the ones that separate her from the rest. With her mind and nature that dwells inside the world and corner of literature that hardly could be understood by everyone, but made her special in the crown’s eyes. She always asks about the little things, yet always ends up giving a deeper literary thought that always leaves everyone speechless in front of her. Words in a form of prose, a poem, proverbs, and even a riddle. For a

Not as kids you'd like to insult or punish for not knowing Behind every poem lies a story and a great take on the challenges Life offers the Poet. Through his poems he shall speak of truth and hope. In every magnum opus is a deep never-ending well of doubts, curiosity, fear and mission to be heard and seen. If you must write a poem, you must always take it easy, feel the atmosphere before you go ahead. If you are reading one now, I hope you could find answers beneath your questions, answered wishes and a person to talk to.

So did the rest of the class. A little later, that is, when the reading-aloud turns ended, while explaining the meaning of the poem he spoke in a fashion, as if it wasn’t a poem, but a story. The story of the patriot, he said, had another story within. And that another story, was the story of foolish Icarus. Then followed the insight: When you have wings of wax, don’t soar too high, don’t stoop too low. The insight was too long and arrhythmic to remember. Unlike those short ones: As you sow, so you reap or A little learning is a dangerous thing. I couldn’t mug it up. So I had written it down on my notebook.

It was an order meant to be fulfilled immediately. The driver nodded. "I can try but I am not sure I am going to easily locate the place. But I can try. There is no harm in trying, right?" "There is absolutely no harm in trying out something new. After all, there came a time when the blind guys thought of spending time with the deaf girls in the evening. A time when the glory that left came back in a simpler form that only a few could understand. Even in the darkness, men still make merry. Even in the light, women still cry. And yet, many do not call that a poem but an epic fall from glory. What do you call it? How do you see it? Do you see it as an epic fall from glory or a poem about a man

The way Claudia's thoroughness was my mother's thoroughness wearing a different face. I read the last paragraph. --- *What remains, after the quests and the justice and the years of building something from the ruins of what was taken, is simpler than any of it.* *It is a bench in a garden positioned so you can see everyone.* *It is a rose that opens its eighth season bigger than the seventh because the roots go deeper every year.* *It is a four-year-old with her great-grandmother's name and her great-grandmother's eyes standing in front of a flower and giving it the seriousness it deserves.*

The crescent moon standing in radiant light, so does the light linger round our souls, intertwining. The sands standing firm in earthly adornment, like an immovable roadside tree, so does my love stand bellicose and accoutred—a lion, Immortal as God The dusts spiraling into a whirlwind, so does my mind spiral at the thought of you as i teleport into a utopia of endless possibilities.