Poetry Point Novels & Stories

… Soon, the college entrance exams were over. I scored the highest science score. I was accepted into Brightford University, just as I had hoped. Mom and Dad seemed proud at last. They stopped criticizing me as much and even held a celebratory banquet. They couldn't stop bragging about me to everyone, and Edward was noticeably left out. On the day of the banquet, my parents were joyfully entertaining the guests. Then, Juliana came over in a hurry and whispered something in their ears. Their expressions immediately changed to worry as they rushed off, leaving the guests behind.

“ I can see you are here, come in, I'm waiting for you. The last table on your right when you enter ”. The voice said. “ Okay , I will be on soon ” Ryan said and the line went Dead. Ryan was stealing glances at the compound while he was walking. He could not help but admire the beautiful and voluminous building and its serene and peaceful environment. This place was indeed a five star ⭐⭐ hotel. So he thought. All his life he had lived in the Williams mansion for as long as he could remember. He had not been to many places as he was always in the mansion except when he was still a student or when he was sent on an errand..

I asked "Because we found a way to surpress it, meditation, practice, it worked for majority of us here and those it didn't work for are the Phoenix-0's they use a blue point collar to surpress their abilities and live like normal people here. The Phoenix-1 are medical personnel, Phoenix-2 are incharge of surveillance, Phoenix-3 are incharge of gathering supplies, Phoenix-4 are our agents they rescue other NX-5'S and we are Phoenix-5, we take charge of the leadership here"

It can be an experience, a person, a person's experience or if you're interested, it could be your own downfall. To make it stand, it must ring truth and lessons in every line after every masterpiece. Create it as not for yourself, but for the people who you'd like to send the message to. It must not offend, but it must defend your thoughts for every reason that you have the right to speak. It must scar the senseless and bitter topics, leave it with unforgettable stabs, walk away with pride and a smile. It must bring meaning to another view of Poetry, a new story, angle,level, triumph and reality. More of an every-man pattern.

my eyes glance at the first word on the last two lines and say, “EN” “KAREN?” He calls out and I look up at him. “Yes?” I answer and I frown when I see him concentrating on the word without pressing the enter button. “No, I mean the word you just gave me is KAREN, as in your name.” I am still having a hard time understanding what he’s saying until I glance up and look at the arrangement of the poem, and then I understood and realise that it’s Karen. Then it hit me what I haven’t thought of since all the while. This is the World of Poetry and like William said earlier, he has always wanted to be a poet, but what I never asked was if he has tried writing any poem because from what I just saw,

"Which is exactly why I need to see your weak points so we could come up with a solution to help you get better." His blue-eyes scan the room. "Lost, love, hope. Good poetry isn't what we think, it is what one feels. You can't write a piece if it doesn't move you, make you feel. When it does-" For a shocking second Mr. Boyds lips tilted into a smile, as though recalling a good memory in his head. "Then that's good poetry."

I'm waiting to tell you who the 'Poet,' he is unbelievably great but not in poetry. P - Philosophy O - Of E - Endless T - Thought Take care of yourselves, my readers !! Tell me what you like, tell me when I was wrong :-)

Penelope Hampson —more commonly known to her friends as Penny —fitted the key into the door of her little flat and stepped across the threshold into the miniature hall. The door slammed behind her in the sudden draught startling her out of a day dream. She walked into the sitting room and viewed the unlit fire, shivering. The closed door and the chill of the room seemed to drain all the warmth from her body —and suddenly that other, special, golden warmth —from her heart.

Did he just turn down such a prestigious title? Penny panicked and was almost in tears. She quickly stepped forward and blocked Darryl. “I’m so sorry. My attitude toward you previously was bad and I sincerely apologize to you. The Sect Master will punish me if I don’t bring you back. I beg you, Sir Darryl. Please, I beg of you.” The Poetry League was organized by the Artemis Sect and only held once every three years! The Sect Master would be angry if she did not bring him back since Darryl’s poem had won fair and square.