Relatable Poem Novels & Stories

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.

“ The night grows The wind blows Unseen stars from windows Tamed heights Untrained eyes see hope in city lights. But my soul longs for starlights with you by my side. When I look at the city lights from my window, I wish you were here by my side.” I lowly recite the poem while thinking of my mom and dad. They have no contacted me in a while ; this scares me a bit. In fact , every time they leave I can not help but worry about them ; thinking if this would be the trip that they would not return from. I know , I know these are really negative thoughts but after hearing their thrilling yet near death experiences scares a child. I can not stop them working , all I can do is pray and have faith t

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.

"Snug in mother's bosom The newly born Rests in a warm embrace, Listening to mother's heartbeatt Love takes another form In the friendship of mates, Eating, playing and fighting, Childhood moves on to youth, The irresistible attraction Of the opposite sexes, Brings a fiery love Through tempestuous adulthood. This melts into paternal love Losing sleep when a child is sick Untold pleasure in his achievements, And anxiety in his misfortunes. Old age brings another love, And lust for life Seeking pleasure when pleasure recedes, And love gets colder by the day. Inexorably moving towards the end The ultimate love lies ahead. But through changing seasons, It has been all the way....." Anonymous~ T

I asked out of curiosity, I really want to know the next line. “Hmmm… I don’t really… remember as it… was just song… by the bards… but it goes… like this… “Easy comes, easy go's. A flower bed, a garden rose. Tress are dancing, wind is gushing. Birds are singing, snakes are grinning.” That is a weird poem, it doesn't seem to have any meaning. I kept wondering who the author was and what was in his mind when he wrote that. "Do you know who wrote non Droon?"

She asked I suddenly remembered the small poem in the book I have shared with Lea "Think of me, our time might come to an end. In a blink, you might be blind to see me." "I am on the brink of the cliff, can you catch me? I am shrinking, will you see me?" "In a wink, there's only one eye. In a heart, there's only one side" I haven't given attention to it but, it did affect me. Little did I know, it was the end

Maybe one day my talent will get me somewhere better in life. Ah ,grief, I should not treat you like a homeless dog, who comes to the back door for a crust,for a meatless bone , I should trust you. I should coax you into the house and give you, your own corner,a worn mat to lie on, your own water dish . You think I don't know you've been living under my porch. You long for your real place to be readied before winter comes . You need your name, your collar and tag, you need the right to warn off intruders, to consider my house your own and me your person and yourself my own dog . A poem by Denise Levertov.

The poem goes like this: “They said you came looking for me. I didn't drown; I was the water." I don't know if that makes sense to you as much as it made sense to me. Nevertheless, it is a beautiful poem written by someone who understands human beings and life in a special way that I and you who has read the poem don't understand. I am not going to waste my time to talk about atheism or to debate about the loopholes of religion. I will leave it for a Sunday when I have the time and strength to actually put a lot of efforts in airing my view for all of you to be complacent with yourself while keeping in mind that my motives are purely intended to bring good and not to cause harm as some of yo

He asked. I scoffed wondering if he was expecting me and the kids to starve and experience total misery... POEM BY MERCEDES. You are the sun that shines brightly throughout my day. You are the gravity that holds me down in every way. You are the moon that shimmers throughout my night. You are stars that glimmer oh so bright. You are the oxygen that keeps me alive. You are my heart that beats inside. You are the blood that flows through me. You are the only guy I can see.

After the interrogation that day, fuck had a grown woman like me craving, but since there was no cock around and no vibrator, I had to use my fingers to oh yeah that's the spot. When I was done with the masturbation, just then on my phone, a notification beeped in on my Facebook. It didn't seem like me receiving my porn, instead, it was a poem from someone with no profile picture or picture on his wall. His username says Mr Romantic and his poem read, I can never look at a drop of dew in a buttercup without beholding shafts of love in the retreats of your eyes In you there is unity; your face and form is a blend of perfect line and contour