Relatable Poem Novels & Stories

Jasper said thoughtfully. "Sounds good. I remember a famous poem 'Far From The Madding City'. The poem was about arriving at a paradise after passing through a narrow cave. The people there grew their own crops and lived a peaceful life." "How could you still remember these things?" Jasper was curious. He remembered that he had read this when he was a child, but he had almost forgotten all of it. "I like these romantic poems, especially the ones by Robert Frost, Emily Dickinson, and Elizabeth Barrett Browning," Stella chatted casually.

At this point it exactly felt as the poets have described it in their songs, "A pup grows up to resemble his wolf father, And a tree grows from its roots. My pain resembles a mountain of atrocities, As in every part of my body it shoots. Like a thunderbolt it strikes my heart, And like a heavy downpour of rain on a cold stormy night it slaps my face pale. It calls my body numb and dead, As tears of agony, thick and salty, down the curves of my cheeks trail. This ache grazes my patience, Making me beg with every breath. It leaves no other wishes in my heart, And I wish I die, I die to death. Because it's insufferable.' Heaving a thick shaky breath Alan wiped his tears as he couldn't keep the

Theo said with the same excitement as Angela and Dylan in his voice. "Okay." Adira said in short before reciting some lines in front of them. All were looking so excitedly towards her. She cleared her throat before starting and then started reciting some lines of the poetry that she had written by herself. "Someday , When your body will get tired of lust That day, Your soul will crave for love! Someday, when your soul will crave for a trustful partner That day, you will find the deceitful people around you! Someday, when you will realize the meaning of true love

she says before walking out. I’m not family. Nothing is going on with King and me. Sighing, I walk to the class and sit down. I stop when I see the paper, the sketch, and the poem on it. The sketch is of an eye, with the reflection of a person walking in it. I begin to read the poem. A hundred words Doesn't speak enough A thousands stories Doesn't tell enough A single look, tells so much A lifetime of stories A lifetime of pain Emotions hidden within

my poem reads thus. ....... A LOVE POEM BY FETTY... I use to think love was an illusion and an overrated feeling of hopelessness I had this notion of how much of a hyped feeling this abstract thing was Infact, I downgraded this magical feeling and made it a foot mat Until I fell.... Falling completely in love with you made me realize every possible assumption of love is a reality And this magical feeling is taking me round the world in an instant You are the abstract fabric that kneads every bit of my heart and make melodious symphonies out of my heartbeat

(Pain is my old friend Who comes with memories Some are sweet but some are bad Then me, the pain and the memories These felt like gathering It's so special that We know each other really well Pain is my old friend) **** Shab-e-gum ki sehar nahi hoti Hoti bhi to mere ghar nahi hoti Zindagi tu bhi mukhtasar hoja Shab-e-gum mukhtasar nahi hoti. (There is no morning of sorrowful night

Insecure shoes often obscuring the walls, the sonata of chemicals likens heads to garage tires you’ve spared for cool household principles. I bet you look down, look down so hard to catch the open light unfurling, like a beef falafel surprising schoolchildren from Bandra, Mumbai I earn a living by re-counting poetic lines and make them smell of cardamom. Carton-shroud livelihood makes a statement. To live comfortably is to fall in love with euphoria: 100%. Sweetheart of lies—

Arrogance befit no man for whatever we have today, won’t be buried with us tomorrow. ~Humeyra. HAMDAN’S P.O.V The last messages I got from Humeyra really messed me up. I didn’t know that I meant so much to her that my death would affect her as much as she said. The poem she wrote to me still lingers in my mind as I recall my heart beating to every word that her poetry entailed. The poem goes as follows:

He sat feeling uncomfortable, he wondered what Sarah was up to. "Ryan, Incase I die, do not weep by my grave." "How...like what do you mean?" He looked at her perplexed. "Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there; I do 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 uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight.

They take care of each other and treat each other as the most important people in their lives. They are the best couple I have ever seen. My brother and I have lived happily ever since. Were it not for the tragedy of 5 years ago, we would be the happiest family in the whole capital. Now that I have a family and a loving wife, I read this poem to her in the hope that we will become an enviable couple like my parents. For glance beget ogles, ogles sighs, sighs wishes, wishes words, and words a letter.