Poetic Sayings Novels & Stories

(Your favorite holiday) _________ is as joyful as the mourning of those who got lost. Yes, this poem is ironic and it sounds weird. But I know that I (name an extraordinary talent/skill where you're the only person who knows) ________. With this extravagance, I adore the (first impressive thing you see at your left)________. So hey! the (name the smallest thing you can find in your house/room at this moment)__________ is just like a painting of my willpower. Mostly drained but charging for more determination. the (the first circular shape that you could find) __________ is your foundation in building yourself.

“You always say the right things.” “Only when they’re true.”

I storm out Why won't anyone believe me, I have a real life vampires blood Arrg! after everything I went through, still just insults I did my study on those creatures for years, and I can still remember some of my favourite poetry and poems I read as a kid A Last Word by Ernest Dowson Let us go hence: the night is now at hand; The day is overworn, the birds all flown; And we have reaped the crops the gods have sown; Despair and death; deep darkness o'er the land,

It was amusing to see Arthur being so playful, and his playful personality reminded me of a saying that goes, 'Make the person who you are very free to as your pattern, because if you make the person who you are afraid of talking to as your pattern, you will definitely regret it. I saw the motivational words a few years ago and have finally comprehended what the motivational phrases were trying to express.

A loyal guard said to the huge man with a big booming voice. "What to do now, Quickstep? Do we continue the party?" Meric asked the bald immortal. They were having this so called celebration because of him. It was best to ask for his opinion after the disturbance. "The night is old, my friend. We shall take this as a sign to rest our weary bodies." Quickstep answered poetically. Words such as these always warm his heart when he said them. Language was meant to not be boorish or simple. There was art in communication, Quickstep believed.

“Ever since before, I kept on hearing the same words. ‘You are pretty’, ‘You are gorgeous,’ ‘You look so great.’ Do you have any unique words to say other than that? Because it became repetitive and it is not fun anymore.” His widened gray eyes stared at me, gawking me for seconds before they went back to their original shape. Then, Cassius replied, “Do you want to hear unique words like those in the book?” No. I don’t need any of that. But I think we are getting to get out of the awkward phase if our conversation continue just like this. “All women wanted that. So you should try. Like saying: ‘You are the sunshine in the night.’” I could see the frown on his forehead. He probably hated thes

Musa was engrossed in her while she was deeply engrossed in other thoughts . Musa broke the silence and started to recite a poem "Just like every day the sun dies for the moon,for the moon to live it's important for the sun to die, Just like that, you are important to me! Kiara continued the poem lost in her thoughts ,,"Look at the moon, how beautiful it is, He has scars but still he is the pride of the sky!" Musa said further holding her tightly In his embrace ,"The moon light is important for the moon,

“Close. ‘Everything has an end, only the sausage has two’.” “What the hell?” Smiling, I tapped my thumb on the wheel. “Basically, it’s a rendition of ‘all good things must come to an end’.” “Except a sausage?” “Except the sausage.” She let out a breathy chuckle. “Because it has two. Got it. Damn, sometimes other languages have the weirdest sayings.” “I mean, the same could be said for us. We say ‘it’s raining cats and dogs’ or that we are ‘under the weather’. Trying to convey the same sentiment across different languages usually doesn’t hold the same understanding that we know.”

"But Mom-" "Maryam owé kan mán lo bá yi wìpé Ti àbá díju àó ní má ìgbá ti èni ré màkojá (there's a saying that says: if we close our eyes all the times we won't know when the good person will come to us). This boy is really a good boy and if you let him slip away uhmm àfayí mó kòma ló regret ré o (uhmmm, you might regret it o)

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,