Relatable Poem Novels & Stories

Penny trembled as she opened her mouth slightly and read Darryl’s poem. “Over old trees wreathed with ancient vines and flying evening crows. “Under a small bridge at a nearby cottage, a stream flows. “On an ancient road in the west wind, a lean horse goes. “Westward the setting sun goes. “Far from home was the heartbroken one!” Westward the setting sun goes. Far from home was the heartbroken one! The entire city rumbled in cheers in the blink of an eye. It was a great poem! There was nothing like it!

O karam khudaya hai tujhe maine jo paaya hai tujhpe marke hi to mujhe jeena aaya hai O tere sang yaara khushrang bahara tu raat deewani main zard sitaara O tere sang yaara khushrang bahara tere bin ab to na jeena gawaara (With you, O beloved, the spring is colorful, without you now, I wouldn't want to live.)

"After love and fear, there’s pride; After tears, the night; After all the words are gone, A chair with just one light. After memories, the dream That you will come home safe; After sleep, another day Of waiting for my life. After hope, the happiness Of thinking of your love; After moments of despair A stone no thought can move. After all the sacrifice, The hunger and the pain, The passions and the promises, The losses and the gains, There’s nothing but my love for you, Which waits upon the wind To bring you from the barricades That now you must defend." Dylan winked at Noah as he ended his poem and the population of students whammed their hands in appreciation. "That was really nice, Dylan.

Stacy remembered a poem she learned in her literature classes back in senior secondary. Unparalleled beauty, worth the praise a maiden,resembling a starry night beautiful to gaze,forbidden to touch a deadly weapon, to the mankind But in this case it was not maiden,but a man . Whose beauty was intoxicating,like a thousand old wine.This beauty was hers. Here's to corrupt,hers to own,here's to possess,hers to dominate and she couldn't be any happier.

Now I step with certainty, Leaving behind the traces of sadness in the past. Looking forward to the future with hope, Ready to welcome a new love, with a heart full of love. So, let the wind carry away all the memories, I will keep walking, chasing dreams. With a heart that has recovered and is strong, I will find true happiness, with every step I take. “It's like finding peace after reading this poem,” Raisa murmured with a slight smile. She glanced at the house next door.

But that’s what poems are, they could have a different meaning to different people. They don’t even need to make sense they are like a melody and something tells me this one is filled with betrayal. As water cascades down my body, I close my eyes in relief. Caressing, the bracelet I always wear my mind wandered back to him. Adrian. My heart skips a beat as I reminisce about last night, it was as if those eyes wanted to say a million things and I wanted to listen to every single one of them even if it takes, forever.

There was no going back. “Lunar dim filling the evening skies. Just like its shape, you changed before my eyes. Dark and insignificant without the sun’s rays. How could you escape my eagle’s gaze.” Melissa didn’t stop for a second as she continued. Her voice was clear and it resonated with the audience. Shane listened attentively as she completed the poem she was presenting. “Although you appear nothing more than a spec in the night. Even then, you pierce the dark with light. To them it didn’t matter, but to me it shone so bright.

The heart screams The rejection of peace To me From me Each new day But then till I live Will I be dust Each new way No success new Reaches me Despite Huge attempts My sweat does make My heart does make I am paralysed Or am I dead I don't even know A moment When I enjoyed life Without a breakage As threat If this is life What is death What is end What is dullness When this is light Of my life I am frail now I know I am weak I know the cause Of my every disease Is mental unease But I still won't complain I still won't complain Till fire extinguish My dreams To dirt, it will be All expectations from me With encouragement Only as a dream How long will I live How long will I blame One day At res

Before going to bed, I took my diary and wrote down a quote from Lise Kiberwa's poetry collection called "Wind", Completely for no reason at all!: >>Like the wind, I don't want to belong anywhere. Just like the wind, I want to be felt but not seen. Like the wind, I want to both strengthen and extinguish the wildfire. Like the wind, I want to stress some poor old lady gently sweeping her compound by bringing all the dirt she's been removing.