Relatable Poem Novels & Stories

"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.

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

A poem by Moxie, "Roses are red, viloets are blue....this stupid author has no update for you" A poem by Dante, "When it rains it pours, but hopefully not indoors...unless your author has dogs and dirt backyard...it makes keeping mud outside SUPER HARD"

So I decided to focus on writing the poem which I imagined so I won't forget when he ask me ! What you have done to me It's not me I'm sure it's not me You're not a perfect match for me you're bad and cruel But who knows you're the most pain baring person Your pain is vulnerable Your pain is invisible You're not the person whom you're portraying to the world You're a kid craving true love to mend your heart I will be your guardian angel in your life of hell I will be light to your dark soul I will mend your heart with a ray of hope called love

So to borrow from a fellow countryman: We poets labour all our days, To make a little beauty be, But vanquished by a woman's gaze, And the unlabouring stars are we. My apologies for pissing you off once again. Although I can't promise you it won't happen again. I'm a pretty annoying person and I tend to get everything I want. Perhaps soon we'll get to be closer than we already are. Till then I suppose I must remain, -- Guy from the ballroom from hell

My thoughts kept circling around Zinnia, and I kept pushing those thoughts away. Suddenly, a poem popped into my head; In my head, I am fighting fire with fire. The flames are getting bigger and brighter. I can hear it crashing. I can feel it burning. I am tossing, and I am turning. I am burning, and I am screaming. I am crying out for help. Why are they not putting the fire out? They are making it bigger. It is burning faster. I can feel it spreading through my body. Why are they making it worse?