Novel & Cerita Relatable Poem

I know I am not famous, But you make me feel like a superstar. Your love is making me go crazy. You are beautiful like a daisy. I know life is scary and you can't handle that. But I always got your back. I love you because you are true And I love everything that you do. You always surprise me, Which makes me smile. Let's be together for a while. I hope this relationship turns right. But for now, let's live a beautiful life." Tears started dripping down Jennifer's eyes after she heard the poem.

; 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, I am the swift uprising rush Oh quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die. After the poem, I went on to give a speech about the people I had once called my family. As I spoke, my mind was invaded with several memories of our time together. I could almost see, hear, touch and feel their presence as I went off track.

I lie here awake but I’m not one to pray, everything’s changed but now I’m okay. I’m rattled this time, can someone lift my chin, keep my head above water before I’m too deep in. I’ve never had problems, where do I begin, but it’s not a problem because I’m just being human.’ I had always liked poetry and this particular one actually got to me because I felt I could relate to it in a weird kind of way. “Poetry is light, poetry is love. That’s a poem written by an anonymous poet on i*******m. Pstar7….”

"There's a poem there I'm going to Recite it." Bryan looked hesitant, he opened the book and gazed back at me. "In loneliness, I find my home Where shadows dance, and darkness roams My heart is empty, my soul is worn For I am alone, with no one to call my own My mother died, and my father blamed Me for her death, with a heart so ashamed I wrote this poem, to cope with the pain Of being alone, with no one to love again I had my grandmother to rely on So I pray every night for her to live long

Immediately he was in the comfort of his fancy car, he sighted a fresh sheet of paper on his dashboard and took it at once. Looking through the front and back pages, Yomi discovered that it was some sort of poem with no name on it, so he decided to read it out of curiosity. It reads thus: How exquisite is this view as I revisit you Words of love begin to write as I sigh in delight The day has only started and my eyes have spilled with tears They have never parted from what lies fulfilled by years God, are you so beautiful and nothing but divine I beg of you to see like me, oh why not redefine

But desperation feels my inside, Desperate for a hand to lead me to a new world. A world that is like a ballroom, One just like in Disney, With fairy tale ending. I will dance my sorrows out, And let the cool evening breeze sing to me. I will dance and call happiness. Juliet Ivie. I wrote what I felt like doing and again this teacher gets me,she said she really loves my poem. I couldn't hide my shy smile,I really like this new teacher. The day that girl died in school,I saw that she was sad,and I was sad too. The day Lance fought for her, I was happy,I instantly liked Lance. I don't know why I like her so much,do people just like someone like this?

0 Through corridors of hope, I tread, 0 Aching for a place to rest my head. 0 A family’s love, a haven to borrow, 0 Yearning for it to come, maybe tomorrow. 0 I paint my wishes in stars above, 0 Longing for the warmth of someone’s love. 0 In whispered prayers, my heart does plea, 0 For a tomorrow where I’m not just me. 0 Maybe tomorrow, arms will enfold, 0 A monster like me, no longer untold. 0 No longer alone in silent sorrow, 0 A place to belong, maybe tomorrow.

“Right there in the forest, my soul lay with you. Miles apart we are, but forever, you are in my soul. Even though your companions are the trees, and the leaves and the animals, your greatest companion will be me because from the depth of my heart, I love you. Right there in the forest, when it looks like you are all alone, I’m sitting right there with you and singing you sweet songs. Right there at the front, I am in your dream and you are in my mine. The forest might be your companion, but that would be only for a while. The forest might be your companion but trust me, my love, you will be mine forever. Right there at the forest, when all hope is lost, you will find your way and come back

The poem is titled 'SPEAK TO YOURSELF' and it reads thus. ******************************************************* How often do you converse with yourself? How often do you speak to yourself? How often do you listen to yourself when no one is speaking? How often do you minister to yourself? How often do you truly embrace yourself, your pain, your flaws, your truth, your fears... SPEAK TO YOURSELF Say to yourself.... "Though I am shattered and bereaved and I might wither with the wind but like seeds, I can sprout out of the ground, new and better. "

"Now, can you answer my question?" "What is it?" Abby asked, shifting her head to look at Maria. "Have you ever read footprints?" "Footprints?" Abby's face shrank. "Yeah! It is a lovely poem. It is about God. I like the poem because it is nice and it speaks to me in a way that no other poem I have read have spoken to me. It gives me a sense of assurance that I am not alone and it comforts me and gives me security to know that i am never truly alone."