Novel & Cerita Poetry With Soul

Eventually, the two halves will become whole… with a single intimate act. Based on a nosey young girl’s questions on the matter, it was found that soulmates could feel each other when in the same vicinity. A beacon, of sorts. This beacon draws them closer until they find each other. This pulsating warmth, that thumps relentlessly in the chest of the pairs,… is an encouraging nudge to follow the bond to their destined mate. This is often used to draw two souls together across distance, but it does not dim after this initial meeting. It grows stronger until one half of the pair can find the other half—no matter where they are. Although this warmth is able to be ignored, the loss of warmth leav

Nate abruptly stopped reading, massaging his temples thinking that he was too mature to believe in such ridiculous tales; nevertheless he continued, hoping to find answers that could help shed some light on things he himself could not explain clearly. “It was said that all souls were set free to roam the earth on this holy night of the dead, returning to their eternal resting place at the crack of dawn, but a soul with a vengeance, a link or a chain bounding them to the land of the living may never find its way back into the gates of the afterlife…. Now what the hell does that mean? Are they saying a bunch of dead people usually wakes up on Peter Pak but if they have unfinished business they

I declared and blew away the dust left of the soul. "Master." The demon hissed and bowed before me.

“Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tunes without the words and never stops at all.” Emily Dickinson.

There was one named ‘broken are the bones, use me to even the tones’, must say these people should hire a better poet. I took the bottle and went towards the horse. I read the instructions and poured five drops of the potion into the cap. “It won’t treat the animals, they are not souls”, a voice said and all the potion went down on the ground with a startled me. I looked behind to see a beautiful young man with a lot of wounds standing there. He had arrogance written on his face but I saw one more thing, which said how could a soul be out on the street like this. And at that very moment, I knew I called trouble on myself.

Or is it her that must give something up? Shaking my head I move on to the next part of the poem. We have to choose a bond because her soul is tarnished. I can see the damage because it isn’t all as bright. To share a piece true to heart. I did already share my heart with her so that should be the start. I gave her my love. I have to give her something to stay alive. It couldn’t be my life because if I forfeit that then there is no bond.

She was sort of my soul mate. Yes that is her!!! We understand each other blindly and we have an incredibly strong bond with each other. She always gets my full attention when we are in the same room together and I always try to accommodate her needs. If she's happy, so am I, and if she's not, I'll try my best to change it, like tonight. The chemistry between Josie and I is also right, we even have the same sense of humor and I can laugh with her at the dumbest jokes like no other person. Josie manages to see my world with different eyes and she shows me a new way, her way. I am not perfect. Absolutely not. I've had so many women and no one has been able to see inside me. I hurt many, no mos

It had been a few months after Zoe's death, he had heard someone quote a line from the poem and had instantly fallen in love with it and decided to give the whole poem a try. He had asked his driver to get him a copy of the magazine–it turned out to be a chapbook, an anthology of different poems. When he got a copy, he went straight to the poem and began to read it. Every line was connected to his soul. It was like traveling from heaven to hell at a very close interval. The opening line had been a rhetorical question and to date, he had not gotten an answer to that. The next line felt like a sword pushed deep into his heart. Then there was a line that had healed his wound, though not complet

No point in using a bowl when I can drink it from the pan. I walk outside and sit on the porch and let the soup cool slightly as I look at the treeline. The sound of the gulls in the air brings me back to the present that I am not far enough away from the sea. I need to move further away. It’s like the waters I once ruled are taunting me with the melody, knowing I will never be able to return. Lost in my self loathing, I didn’t realise someone had entered the territory. Another reminder that I have no power.

Every step is a new opportunity, To achieve dreams and reach for the stars. In the midst of storms and crashing waves, We endure with faith and fortitude. Be patient, oh weary and battered soul, For every trial is a field of learning. Big dreams bubble up in your heart, Like stars shining brightly. But remember success starts from here, With small, passionate steps. In the silence of the heart, I write poetry, The mirror of the soul opens, beautiful flavors flow. Every page of a book is a window to the world, A door to infinite knowledge.