Poetry With Soul Novels & Stories

Sometimes, leaving is the only way I get to keep my soul. *****

I plunge myself in reading, Writing, speaking, working, The pain, sorrow, misery, Hits back without any mercy. It’s as if my soul is ripped apart, My heart, hollowed by a dart. I talk, laugh, crack jokes, smile, But they never reach up to my eye. Life was sucked out of me, The moment you set me free, Success, triumphs, achievements, meaningless, The longing for you in my life is endless.

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,

Roses. The soul. That tiny small thing that separates us from the lower branches of the animal kingdom. The only thing God ever did right by humans. He created them from clay and left them naked and alone to fend for themselves with no protection from the elements, the animals or disease. Only with help from some various deities who took pity did they manage to survive. But the soul, that is a remarkable thing. The soul is the basis for inspiration, for courage, for compassion and for all other emotions humans have. I sold mine for love, and so I have become what I gave up: I am a soul eater.

His grandmother had said that it had been what had helped her come to the acceptance that she would never have emotions, the things she said made up the soul; the one thing that cannot be faked. The soul, she had said, was the one thing needed for any good artist. One could not simply play a song and affect people with it. It was what made the great minstrels of history. While some inspired the few, others inspired the many. The pieces were made of soul and took soul to replicate. Thus, the greater the piece, the greater the soul.

"You will disappear and will never go back so you don't dare die until you grow a soul and I can reincarnate you." We focused our attention on her as she held Gabriel and Raphael by the neck. They have no trace of wounds but you can see the weakness in them as if they have been fighting Syne for years. Is Syne really that powerful? "Wait, what?" Vanna said. "Vampires can grow a soul?" "Anyone can grow a soul," she replied. "Let's settle this Michael," she firmly said. "Just us and let's forget about the vampires. After all, it should only be between us."

We complete each other, yet we are incomplete. Our journey has been the most beautiful one, yet it’s our most painful loss to each other. I love your soul and all that completes you. You always said, “Your scars are my scars”, but your tears and pain are all mine. All of me is all of you. Although we cannot be there for each other, I promise to remember every word, every feeling, and every smile of yours.

How ridiculous! They had ruined me altogether, leaving me with only a battered life that was slowly slipping away. I curled into myself, trying to keep warm. Tears fell silently onto my body. I didn't know where I was. And even if I did, I had no means of moving. All I could do was wait for death to claim me. As the end neared, images from my past flashed through my mind. But I wasn't ready to die yet. Not like this, at least!

There-my head tilts ever so slightly, as I drown in his gaze. In between colors that have no names. Passed the beauty of his dark stare, behind the cold dark exterior- further and deeper than any ever. So deep the bottom itself seems endless until... I hold a breath. Or is it that I forget to breathe? In the total darkness— a fading soul shimmer. In its arms, cradled carefully lies a dying flame, an ember losing its last spark. In a storm of ash and rain, the soul sits trying to save what little there is to save, in the darkest night, knee deep in the muddiest waters, barely alive.

Damian's meat soup was very appetizing, Sira shamelessly added more portions and made Damain even more happy because he had succeeded in making Sira recognize his meat soup. The poetry accompanied by the rhythm continued to chant, making everyone immediately carried away by the atmosphere. “Together we face time, Stormy waves, and the noise of the world, You are the harbor of my heart, Where my soul always feels at home. Every second beside you, Is a priceless gift, I want to frame each of your smiles, In an eternal memory, in an unraveling mind. Under the secretive night, We carve endless stories, With love as ink, And heart as sacred paper.