Short Poems That Are Deep Novels & Stories

The poem went this way, Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there; I did 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 uprising rush Oh quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die.

I don't care if their burdens transfer on me, as long as they're happy. "By the way, I want to show this short poem that I wrote last night. Let me know what you think." He handed me the crumpled piece of paper from his bag. I was reincarnated because of your eyes Forest under eyelids The ember we lit in February Remained in my heart But how long do I have to hide? How long will it take for me to finally say the words? The words that swirl on my lips Waiting for other lips to free them The rivulet on your palm

If it happens then it doesn't happens with me, Life please, be short because Sorrowful night cannot be short) **** Ek raat huyi barsaat bohot Mein roya saari raat bohot, Har gum tha zamane ka lekin Mein tanha tha us raat bohot, Phir aankh se sawan barsa Ajab sehar huyi to khayal aaya, Wo badal tha kitna tanha Jo roya puri raat bohot. (One night, the rain was drizzling I cried whole night, There was pain of whole life But I was so lonely in that night, The tear didn't stopped but when It was morning, a thought came, The cloud was so lonely That it cried whole night) After flipping several pages I was a crying mess. My tears were not stopping and continuously flowing. I got to know that his li

asked harriet “ if we knew we wouldn’t be here” “ Be grateful what you have for Be careful what you wish for One wrong wish and fate could change The game of fate is not famous in good way Once it change get yourself use to it Don’t wish more or things would get messed up once again” “ woah…… I really wonder who is the poet? I really wanna know how can he write a poem this bad”

he put the cigar into his mouth while smoking it… “So what do you think I should do” I asked him “To can a monkey you behave like a monkey” he sparked in parables, I scoffed “How can I do that” “Marry your enemy” those words sounded like a triggering bullet to me. “Marry my enemy” I repeated the word “That is how you can get your enemy otherwise they will get you” “You see that girl who anchored you today?, I smell innocence in her,I checked all of the workers there, I found out she was the new girl and they took advantage of her ignorance” he said

“Let’s see it.” I turned the paper over, and revealed the poem scrawled in pencil on the back. Down the streets of woodland black I wander, earth to hearse In every tree I see a wave A looming tidal curse On the cusp of something greater Stood ankle-deep in floodwater Stagnant pools of brown and red The onslaught is coming; I dread For each dark night and each pearl day The mist does clear too soon The floodplain is drown’d again The water, torn from its ocean womb

He didn't know what discharge was, so he thought I was on my period. "Does your stomach hurt? Should I get you something hot to drink?" he asked. I smiled and looked at him gratefully. "No, it's fine. I've already troubled you enough." He said nonchalantly, "We should care for each other since we're alone out here." I lay on the bed after Jordan left and started going through the photos I'd taken during the trip. I picked a few and shared them on my social media. I captioned the post, "It was worth the trip, Westmont."

--- --- Because as long as they remained— --- --- As long as they remembered— --- --- As long as they felt— --- --- The system— --- No matter how deep— --- --- Was not complete. --- --- Not yet.

"If it was a piece of paper, I would tear it. If it was a bottle, I would break it, if it was a wall, I would tear it down - But it's my heart" ~Mahmoud Darwish The words sunk so deeply, creating a large gap in my soul. There was just something so devastatingly beautiful about romantic poetry, I loved it to no end. The idea of loving someone to the point that you yearn for them, their very person, every inch of their skin, every habit of theirs, every peculiar trait is picked, loved and immortalized.

“Brightens the night, yet hides the dread from within. The gift of light that it brings, will never hide the dread of the fallen that’s hiding in the shadows.” She asks for the poetic verses, but both in reality are a warning and a blessing. The words and deeper meaning of the ones that separate her from the rest. With her mind and nature that dwells inside the world and corner of literature that hardly could be understood by everyone, but made her special in the crown’s eyes. She always asks about the little things, yet always ends up giving a deeper literary thought that always leaves everyone speechless in front of her. Words in a form of prose, a poem, proverbs, and even a riddle. For a