Slam Poem Generator Novels & Stories

Flipping to a fresh page, I chewed my pen cap and started writing; “I memorized the way your shadow climbs my walls, before your hands ever touch me— that slow, certain darkening of the room like storm clouds swallowing daylight. Your belt buckle hits the floor with a punctuation I feel between my thighs. This is how a woman becomes a psalm: Your teeth on my collarbone—verse one. My nails down your back—chorus. That broken sound you make when I rock against you—the holy refrain. We don’t need candles when your mouth sets fire to every inch of me. Say my name again like it’s the last word you’ll ever taste.”

sa dekha nahi khoob-soorat koyi Jism jaise ajanta ki moorat koyi Jism jaise nigaahon pah jaadu koyi Jism naghmah koyi Jism khush-bu koyi Jism jaise mahakti hui chaandani Jism jaise machalti hui raagini Jism jaise kih khilta hua ik chaman Jism jaise kih sooraj ki pahli kiran Jism tarsha huwa dil-kash o dil-nisheen Sandaleen sandaleen Marmareen marmareen (We've never seen one with such beauty as she

Ok Dad, we're here. When Miranda took off the blindfold,he stood there in awe. All the memories came back and he fell to his knees crying out loud. Everyone stood still, no one knew what to do. Miranda quickly helped her dad up and gave him a chair to sit on. Claudia brought him some water to drink. After he calmed down, he smiled at his daughters who were sitting on both sides of him. He cleared his throat and said "Sorry girls,I got a little emotional, I really miss your mother and I can't wait to see her again. Even though she is not here with us anymore,she's still in my heart always, she still lingers in my mind I feel her with every beat of my heart and every breath I take reminds me

Damian's meat soup was very appetizing, Sira shamelessly added more portions and made Damain even more happy because he had succeeded in making Sira recognize his meat soup. The poetry accompanied by the rhythm continued to chant, making everyone immediately carried away by the atmosphere. “Together we face time, Stormy waves, and the noise of the world, You are the harbor of my heart, Where my soul always feels at home. Every second beside you, Is a priceless gift, I want to frame each of your smiles, In an eternal memory, in an unraveling mind. Under the secretive night, We carve endless stories, With love as ink, And heart as sacred paper.

The trees looked like they were moving back as we drove forward, I wished that I was like those tress, moving back to a place I was once happy, I place where I was not a slave and Austin was my brother. ‘Goddess, is it because I am human? Is that why you don’t answer my prayers? Because you are a Goddess of the supernatural not humans?’ I asked the Moon Goddess, I was not expecting an answer because she never answers me. Let me try God one last time, he is the God humans worship so, he should be helping me because i am human too.