Relatable Poem 소설 & 이야기

"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."

I still don’t get it, if the poem Keeping his demons tamed, Annihilating every form of stain Redeeming his soul day by day Embracing him without casting blame Never letting him go insane. Is about a man with demons? How does a ‘she’ get involved? This is just like maths all over again. All my seven entries, which were His grace, light, lover, peace, angel, smile and charm, were all buzzing with a red light. I also noticed over a dozen people had already tried all the words I came up with. How do you compete with this? “Move out of my way, loser!” Japhia yells, pushing me out of his way. “Let the genius do the magic.” he says, giving out a villain like laughter.

"Ada ni waye ma ma me je ki jiya (Creator, don't let me suffer), O to bi tabi okere ori Mi o fe (whether small or big, my head forbids it), Oshi o dara, Atobiju ma pin de o do Mi (Poverty is bad, most high don't let it be a part of my life), Ti iya nla ba gbeni shonle kekere a bori eni( If one is battling with a big problem, smaller problems would come knocking), Ki lafani ori ti ani ti ko gbeni? (What's the essence of a head that Can't save one?)

I ask myself. "Umm...no." "Hmm..." I look around the room for inspiration. The red ink stands out to me. Stay? Could that fit? I want to run far, far away To a place where I feel I can’t stray Stay somewhere I feel welcome And not like an outcast Because it seems everywhere I go I feel like a victim eaten up fast For once I plead Someone to ask me Will you please... stay?' And just like that, with the one word the poem completed itself, it became whole , it was finished, it's own living and breathing entity of words and letters and deep meaning.

[ K A R A ] I spent the entire night reading and rereading Ryder's notes over and over again. His poems were honest and raw. He wrote so beautifully. I never would have imagined the same mouth that said all those dirty jokes could write such romantic things. And okay, I don't mean to sound narcissistic, but are these poems written about me? Am I… ‘K’?

HEY GUYS, I'VE DECIDED TO START POSTING LITTLE POEMS WHICH I WROTE DURING THE COURSE OF WRITING THIS STORY. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT. ROMANCE What is romance, yeah yeah yeah Where is romance Isn't it here? Is it a knight in shinning armor Can I ever see it? Can I ever experience it? I want my own romance With my most romantic fantasy Filled with dreams that May not come to pass But I can't stop fantasizing

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Crafting verses provided her with solace, allowing her to pour her thoughts and emotions onto paper and bring her inner world to life through the power of words. When Mr. Ito commenced reading the poem’s first verse, its profound message about love resonated deeply within the classroom. The poem spoke of a love that transcends boundaries—distance, age, status, gender, or appearance. It emphasized the importance of fighting for love despite the obstacles. As Akira absorbed the words, a realization dawned upon her: it was time to confront Yuki and seek the answers she had been longing for.

'The Iridescent Stars; mmh… Typical of tonight. Nneoma read the poem, her voice smooth and steady. I gaze up the night sky What meet my gaze? Myriads of shinning stars They shine like iridescent diamonds Diamonds of sublime beauty They twinkle and shine, twinkle and shine. Giving light to all nocturnal creatures The brilliant stars tell me Tales of life yonder They tell me of great meadows With yew trees, yew trees with amber Fruits, of azure rivers ever flowing Of golden fishes ever swimming

I will follow you like a shadow forever And move on like a railroad without touching. While walking beside you, I drench even without rain. This is a colorful poem called love, Written by my eyes. This is a story that is unsaid To anyone until now. Please vote if you like my story. Let me know your thoughts about this chapter in the comments section. I hope you enjoy reading -T