Soulful Poems Novels & Stories

They press together, soul on soul, and trade their wounds for sleep. One speaks in sighs, the other still, yet both are saying stay. For love like this—without disguise— won’t ever drift away.

"Would you like to take a walk in the garden? The greenhouse is nice, but the outdoor paths are open to us today." "I’d love to," I said, closing my book. We walked out into the sun-drenched gardens. The air was crisp, but the sun was warm on my shoulders. As we walked, Darian began to talk about Southern poetry. "In the South, we believe that words have their own scent," he explained as we passed a row of blooming lilies. "We have poets who spend their entire lives trying to capture the feeling of the first rain after a drought. They use a structure called 'The Golden Verse'. It’s patterned, like a heartbeat."

"Do you remember anything?" The girl closed her eyes. For a long moment, there was nothing, but then... "I remember... flowers." A pause. "And someone singing." Another pause. "I think... they loved me." Aiden smiled. "Then that's where we start." Behind them, the Book of Origins floated into the air, its pages turning on their own as words slowly appeared: > *A soul is not its memories alone.* > *It is every love it has given... and every love it has received.*>

No point in using a bowl when I can drink it from the pan. I walk outside and sit on the porch and let the soup cool slightly as I look at the treeline. The sound of the gulls in the air brings me back to the present that I am not far enough away from the sea. I need to move further away. It’s like the waters I once ruled are taunting me with the melody, knowing I will never be able to return. Lost in my self loathing, I didn’t realise someone had entered the territory. Another reminder that I have no power.

I ask Matilda, smiling softly. Awww, is this true love? "I-i...I don't know." I stutter out. I quickly wore all my clothing on and sat on the floor thinking. What if he's our second chance soulmate? Matilda asks and shook my head in disbelief. "That can't be though. That's rare for any wolf to earn that." I explain. Which was all true in my world. Barely anyone can escape from their mates. Even if it's from force. I'm pretty sure we do, even after we have been through

Yes, Josie is definitely my soul mate and I know I am for her as well. I whispered something in her ear. "It's one of my favorite songs when it comes to drama... I find it so expressive!" It was "Say Something" from "A great big World". The really slowest song I know and even like. I'm not that into slow songs, but this one is different and says a lot, so I liked it. Josie smiled at me when I revealed about the song and listened to the lyrics. "So beautiful, but so sad in a way!" she whispered back to me. She laid her head on my chest and I was able to easily lay mine on hers.

For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils. - William Wordsworth

"Someday , When your body will get tired of lust That day, Your soul will crave for love! Someday, when your soul will crave for a trustful partner That day, you will find the deceitful people around you! Someday, when you will realize the meaning of true love That day , you will see the loneliness inside you and around you! Someday, When your soul will curse you for your deeds That day, you will realize that I had vanished from your life in this thin air!" Adira recited these lines with so much deep expressions on her face. It was looking that these words are coming out from her heart. She was feeling all these words inside her. All the other three went speachless hearing her poetry. Angela

For me you are just ordinary, not a romantic figure Not a single poetic figure When I'm by your side I feel comfortable When you go there is a little miss that fairy For me, you are a friend, a friend in times of joy and sorrow Your presence makes me smile, all tiredness and confusion in the chest are gone You are a simple person, face the day with a smile 1000 prayers for you my love, healthy body, healthy also your sustenance Choose you with prayer, string hope with bismillah Wading together, getting to know each other from time to time, both in joy and in sorrow Love poetry will not be able to say, love poetry will flow by itself. SINTIA

It had been a few months after Zoe's death, he had heard someone quote a line from the poem and had instantly fallen in love with it and decided to give the whole poem a try. He had asked his driver to get him a copy of the magazine–it turned out to be a chapbook, an anthology of different poems. When he got a copy, he went straight to the poem and began to read it. Every line was connected to his soul. It was like traveling from heaven to hell at a very close interval. The opening line had been a rhetorical question and to date, he had not gotten an answer to that. The next line felt like a sword pushed deep into his heart. Then there was a line that had healed his wound, though not complet