Relatable Poem Novels & Stories

And so, with just the slightest twinge of conscience, I hunted for my lonely ecstasy; And even when I wanted a companion, The only one I cared about was me. We make our worlds, like God, in our own image: Mine was a metropolis of stone In which all souls were either fools or cynics, Doomed to take their pleasure on their own. And then I fell in love with you, and somehow Your happiness meant more to me than mine. The desert became green and lush with flowers, And like a sun my heart began to shine." As he finished, his gorgeous woman combined her lips with the warm skin of his forehead. "This is wonderful, Damien. And I must agree, it does sound familiar with your life's journey. Like Mr. Go

In anticipation, that one day you will see me. The world surrounds you for your outer beauty. But look through my eyes and you will see a different story. (The poem is not mine) India. My mate. My love. My soulmate. I know something very bad has happened to her. Very bad memories are imprinted in her heart, which are like a scar in her life.

(Your favorite holiday) _________ is as joyful as the mourning of those who got lost. Yes, this poem is ironic and it sounds weird. But I know that I (name an extraordinary talent/skill where you're the only person who knows) ________. With this extravagance, I adore the (first impressive thing you see at your left)________. So hey! the (name the smallest thing you can find in your house/room at this moment)__________ is just like a painting of my willpower. Mostly drained but charging for more determination. the (the first circular shape that you could find) __________ is your foundation in building yourself.

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

Magkakaiba man ng persona ang bawat isa, pagdating sa pagtuklas at paglantad ng katotohanan ay patuloy pa ring magkaka-isa ng magkasama. Parang isang sinag ng araw na sa sobrang liwanag pati ang bahaghari ay nakiisa at nakisaya kaya ang buong paligid ay gumanda. Kinuha ko ang phone ko at nagconnect sa wifi ng School at gumawa ng poetry para sa araw na 'to and I posted it on t*****r. I'm an actress, you're buttress and you made me breathless. I count on using abacus, you're so gorgeous.

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—

"Writing poetry has been a source of solace and inspiration for me. Today, I'd like to share a poem I wrote, inspired by moments of reflection and the beauty of. . . Love.” Taking a moment to centre himself, Ryan begins to recite, his voice carrying the rhythm and cadence of his verses: "Not my acrostic smudges; Darkness is running towards me. I am running away from me. A universe is so huge. In just depths of my eyes, The universe is Too vast to fit. I am Asking myself;

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:

Fiasca laughed out loud. "I am a businesswoman, after all." Emma shrugged her shoulder's as if it was nothing. "Yeah, the iron lady." Fiasca grumbled in disdain. **************** Short poetry for my lovely readers: It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stopp'st thou me? The Bridegroom's doors are opened wide, And I am next of kin; The guests are met, the feast is set: