Short Poems About Life Novels & Stories

Her eyes were swollen, her hands trembling as she held tightly to the folded handkerchief. She had cried until there was nothing left to pour out, yet the tears still came, silently, endlessly. The priest, a tall man with a gentle yet commanding voice, stood before the casket. His voice carried through the crowd as he began the sermon. “Life,” he said, pausing briefly as the wind brushed through his white robe, “is like a candle. It burns bright and gives warmth, but eventually, it flickers out. And when it does, it leaves behind memories — the true mark of who we were and how we lived.”

I went first, blocking out everything as the words came to me; my poem was about my life and all the pain I'm going through. "I am fear and pain, I wonder if those are all I feel, I hear the voices in my head yelling, I see how those feelings eat us up inside, I want it all to end but that's just wishful thinking, I am fear and pain, I pretend that those feelings don't exist in me, I feel happiness once in a while, but the feelings ends before it even begins, I stare at a blank canvas, because that's what my life is empty, I worry that I will never get out of this hole I'm in, I cry everyday wishing it will all end. I am fear and pain. I recognize that life isn't fair. I believe it will impr

It made me really happy inside. "For me, a person's life is like a thread and needle. There are narrow holes we need to get in in order to go to the other side. In every hole we'll enter, it's our success. But life is not all about success. There will be a time that we will meet the other end of the needle and tie it. Now, our life is cycling continuously on the same hole."

HA! You only get one life. Follow your dreams. NEVER APOLOGIZE for setting a goal and coming up with a plan to achieve it. I will help you. I promise. If I’ve learned anything in life, it’s that we only get one. Life is short. And no matter how hard you try to soak in each day, today is the only day that’s promised. Yesterday is for memories and learning. And tomorrow is never promised. Don’t live in fear, sweet girls. Fear is a liar that will steal your joy. So live each day with love for others, love for yourself, and faith in something bigger than yourself.

"Oh my God, Kathy, don't tell me you've become his mistress?" The others quickly piled on. "She totally looks like she has." "Please, look at her—using her youth and looks to land an older man." "Ugh, mistresses like her are filthy. They're bound to catch something." Hearing their poisonous words swirling at the doorway, my patience snapped. However, before I could speak, Davis beat me to it, his voice sharp with anger. "Who are all these crows flapping their beaks? Maybe their tongues ought to be cut out."

a woman who loved hearing the praises of others! He racked his brain and found the poem he had learned in language class back then. “The white lotus grows out of the mud, yet it’s unsullied. It’s bathed by clear waves, yet it isn’t seductive. It’s hollow inside, and it’s straight outside. It neither sprawls nor branches. The farther away it is, the purer is its fragrance. Upright and elegant, it establishes itself cleanly. It can be viewed at a distance but can’t be toyed with!”

Everyone of us deserves to be happy. You only live once. You only love one. So don't waste every second that passes in your life. Until the limit has not been reached, do not finish or put a dot first. Even if a sentence has a dot, it can be added and followed. Everything that happens in a person’s life is always unexpected. unanticipated or occasionallyNot sought after, but arriving. It’s fun to think that, in all, we struggle. In everything we face,

‎ ‎In the laughter of children. ‎ ‎In the quiet of elders. ‎ ‎In the turning of seasons. ‎ ‎In the ordinary miracle of a life lived with open hands. ‎ ‎And it was enough. ‎ ‎For always.

May 2011, India. They say life is like a rollercoaster where we have to enjoy the ups and downs of the ride. Some say life is a game and we're all the players while there's another group that sees life a stage where sometimes we're the performers and at other times we're the spectators. Life can also be a maze where we should find our way out and every problem can be little maze of it's own. Anya too had heard or read of all the examples of life but she knew each of these examples actually had an end or in other words, a solution, a termination, an expiration or some sort of conclusion and that made these names of life much better than the life she had. Her life was like a never ending potho

She only felt that when everyone knows, why is she not warning Khokon's uncle to keep his hair on his head? Anushka quickly entered the bathroom. In the dark. As soon as the baby touched the water, it felt cold there too. Shiuli flower falling on the grass means the accumulation of dew. But you don't have to wear a sweater until it rains. So why is the water so cold? For a few days, she only felt one thing. There is some secret communication between the sky, soil, plants, tea gardens, rivers and even birds that only they can understand. House pets do not have much contact with cats and cows, not at all with cats.