Smiling Poem Novels & Stories

Resting on my locker I tune out the rest of the world and start reading. As much as we argue As much as we fight We always turn it around by the end of the night I really do like you I really do care I really hope you will always be there I read it over and over again trying to get what it meant. Then it struck me. Its a poem. A smile breaks all over my face to the extent my cheeks hurt. "What you smiling about?" Nadine asked trying to see what I'm reading. Instead of showing it to her I break into a run. I don't know why the hell I'm running but I know that every nerve in me wants to see Aaron, right now.

She inhaled the lovely fragrance from the roses raining upon her, extending her hand in waiting until the note fell into her palm. 'I never knew what true joy meant until I saw your smile, and right from the first time it became like an addiction that I can't get over, I'm willing to do anything just to see your smile, to see your face light up in joy, you are my light little hummingbird, you are my light.' Her heart jolted beating rhythmically as she read his words, she couldn't help but smile wider, the tears in her eyes slowly streaming down her lovely cheeks as she read and re-read the words written in the note, a joyful feeling filling her heart each time.

Women like her also turned out to have some advantages too. "A very good song, my heart is happy. Why are you smiling like that?" "It's okay! Is smiling really forbidden?" "Yeah... no, but five minutes ago you looked angry. So it's weird to suddenly smile!" "I smiled because I didn't expect it, it turns out that your voice is not bad either!" "Huh? Really? My voice is pretty good, is that so? But people say my voice is good, not bad! You are praising people, don't be half-hearted!"

It reminded me of her own words as her own voice played inside my head. "When people smile a lot it doesn't mean they are happy but it means there is something wrong with them....Smile is plaster to the face that tries to remold life but when the plaster is put for long, it makes one forget that it isn't real. The world they are trying to find by ignoring the bad things but always smiling isn't real. So there is no such thing as perfection and always happy. That is what reality is....Not always happy and smiling......." "You are not real mom" i smiled bavk at her as a tear eased down my eyes.

"You look so beautiful when you're smiling." "But I'm not smiling," Athena said, still not smiling. "Of course," Alex nodded. "Which is why you should stop frowning." Athena sighed. "I don't know how to smile when I'm asked to smile." "No problem. Just dance with me, then," Alex said, still whispering in her ears.

When I kissed her on the forehead, she suddenly opened her eyes astonishingly and started staring at me with an upset face. Seeing her like this makes me feel a little bit awkward and upset. I became hesitant and started thinking about what to say to her but all my thoughts vanished when I saw her again smiling. She happily chuckled looking at me. Seeing her smiling face, my heartfelt warmth. This is the first time she is smiling warmly at me. Now I can understand how it feels when your lover smiles at you. After feeling like this, I just want her to smile like this all her life, so I can see her beautiful smile. Today I promise myself, that I will try my best to keep her happy until my last

LUNA Somewhere in this world, there are beaches. Somewhere in this world, there is a girl like me, strolling barefoot on the sand, inhaling the salt air, tanning under the sun. Somewhere in this world, there is a girl like me, running along the shores, her hair swaying in the wind, her eyes so bright, her laugh so loud that everyone looking at her wonders how happy her life is. —Luna's journal Smile. Don't show your teeth. Open your eyes. Don't open your mouth. Smile.

When he smiled, dimples appeared that belied his ferocity, captivating all who saw. On the rare occasion Alex laughed, truly laughed, it was like the sun breaking through clouds. His smiles and laughs were treasures to be guarded, spreading warmth and joy to even the lowliest servant. The maidens' hearts swelled at the sight, the memory to comfort them through dreary days.

I say smiling. He smiles at me revealing his white pearly teeth; I can’t help myself but smile too, he’s smile is so contagious, pity he doesn’t smile more often. “You should smile more often” I softly slap my cheeks; I hadn’t realized that I said that out loud.

Alex reassures me with a gentle smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners in amusement. As I watch Alex, I can't help but notice how incredibly handsome he looks when he smiles. It's a rare sight, but when it graces his lips, it transforms his face, lighting up his features in a way that is both captivating and endearing. In that moment, I find myself wishing he would do it more often, allowing me to bask in the radiance of his smile. With a sheepish grin, I thank him once more, feeling a surge of appreciation for his unexpected kindness.