Poetry Lover Novels & Stories

“Now I just need to figure out what love poem speaks to me.” “The third poem it pretty easy too, since it has to be one you don’t understand and you won’t analyze it yourself, you can choose any poem,” Anna said and continued her search through the Poetry Anthology. She points to a poem called ‘Attention’ by Madlie de Wet and opens the Poetry Anthology to the poem. Attention By Madlie de Wet In a dark room, people everywhere I look from familiar faces to non-familiar faces Unseen, Unheard, Unloved

His smile could light up the entire library. He settles into the leather wingback, my favourite chair, the one I curl up in when I want to feel held, and opens his book. I catch a glimpse of the cover. Pablo Neruda. Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair. “Why are you reading that?” He looks up at me. “What?” I clear my throat. What the fuck are you doing Vanessa? I adjust the collar of my shirt. “Neruda. Why are you reading it?”

Snow stood up and read aloud, "life gets lonely when you're alone. O'er the years and time it fades. Verily, life is a journey not to be journeyed alone. Everlasting passion is yours if ye reach." "Alright class," Patricia called, "what spell is it?" "A love spell." They chorused. Patricia nodded, "and after the acrostic weave we have the ekphrastic weave, this form is more clearer than the rest as you have only to simply state what you want. But then, such lucidity requires an awful lot of connection, in other words it isn't widely used. An example please." Inara stood, "I need a guide." "What spell is that?" Asked Patricia.

I told my new lover about you. How we used to break silence with our stares, targeting each other like guns with hundred bullets. I told my new lover about you. How we argue about table cloths, about which one is better; "A cup of coffee or a tea?" But now I don't drink both. I told my new lover about you. How you inspired me to write poems about the boy I like; not knowing until now that- you were that boy. I told my new lover about you.

Ava paused, feeling almost like laughing for a moment, nearly thinking she'd misheard. "You think I'm faking it? That I'm pretending to be sick to stop you from seeing your lover?" William was angered by her words. "Watch your language. Don't forget your place." Ava smiled silently, the kind of smile that comes from a broken heart, then leaned against the car window without another word. What right did she have now to call Sarah his lover? Never mind that they'd signed divorce papers - even if they weren't divorcing, she had no right.

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His eyes danced with a smile as he stares at me. "I love riddles." I lied, I was just lucky today, lucky to get those answers and it seems heaven was working in my favour, because I answered some riddles correctly I am standing here with my crush, soon to be my boyfriend. "You remind me of my childhood friend." His word made me stop smiling immediately. "She loves riddles and can answer a lot, even the hardest, I am sure no one can beat her to it now." He smiles.

“The real lover is the man who can thrill you by kissing your forehead or smiling into your eyes or just staring into space...Falling for him would be like cliff diving. It would be either the most exhilarating thing that ever happened to me or the stupidest mistake I’d ever make...It isn’t possible to love and part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal ... ....

And he is what poets describes in their poems, angels see in their dreams, and kids open their arms for. Someone who bends over to respect her and not bend her over to shove his things in. The people I’ve met so far weren’t men or I have known the wrong definition all my life. I don’t want to feel this loved by someone so pure, someone full of life, someone full of light. My darkness will consume his good, either it’ll draw him into darkness or kill him. I should say I feel nothing but I’d be lying. because I do, and my heart is thumping,

If it wasn’t for the lively companion Selene had right now, she’d have a hard time walking alone because of how eery it became. “I can’t believe you know Lucas Mandel?” Loraine squealed in delight, uncontrollably jumping while clapping her hands non-stop. The girl looked like a child that had too much candy, continuously prancing around without a sign of tiredness. “I’m not sure of his surname, but I only met him a few times.” Thinking back on the people she had a conversation with that day, there was only one person with that name. Also, seeing how the woman was ogling the fellow this morning said a lot.