Soulful Poems Novels & Stories

"The life that perishes shall be made alive again, sacred from the skeletal remains, oracle's flesh, and soul that flew, created in the most untamed depth of a meadow and crafted by the best creator, Few people are aware, In descending darkness, lamented the breathing mallow's offspring Harden in the crow's beak. Pain from the never-ending seek Look for the truths' melodies. Betrayal, suffering, and flute beacon Try to locate the light that sheds its skin. Maybe it's you who comes out on top?”

A server walked up to me to guide me to a table. “Once upon a midnight lonely,” I said, suddenly feeling as though I was a man from the nineteenth century. Why Enzo always insisted on a poem I never knew. “She inspires me to write, invading my mind day and through the night as my heart and soul face darkness. I realize our souls together were just a fever dream, but for always in an instant, I swore it was forever.”

For my soul. For my woman.

Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life,

Nor do the heedless in the throng, One thought beyond the morrow give, They court the feast, the dance, the song, Nor think how short their time to live. The heart that bears deep sorrow’s trace, What earthly comfort can console, It drags a dull and lengthened pace, ‘Till friendly death its woes enroll. The sunken cheek, the humid eyes, E’en better than the tongue can tell; In whose sad breast deep sorrow lies, Where memory’s rankling traces dwell.The rising tear, the stifled sigh, A mind but ill at ease display, Like blackening clouds in a stormy sky, Where fiercely vivid play. Thus when souls’ energy is dead, When sorrow dims each earthly view, When every fairy, hope is fled, We bid the un

The day didn't pass... The hours..didn't fly.. The minutes..didn't pause... The heart didn't beat till the time I didn't miss you, You were my soul.. My heart... My forever.. But now my body is just a mere ashes.. Living without you in the bare land.. With no signal of love, Wandering all around the dessert looking for the water.. Water of love And more especially you. ____________________________________________________

As I stare into the tiny flame the old ladies words keep playing in my mind “A soul is much like a flame. It does not exist to simply be. It must be fed and nourished so that a flame becomes a fire. However, precaution is needed to handle such a thing. In one’s control it can create such beauty and flow abundantly. Although, when out of control it can become the greatest distraction that will destroy everything in its path” As I recite them once more I blow out a breath heavily.

Looking up at the sky with the sad smile plastered on his face he spoke up, "Why so hatred for me, ya Rab?" Miles away from him the girl with a cuddling baby in her arms uttered looking up at the sky, "I express my deep gratitude to Y ou for sending this angel to me, Ya Rab." 

“That’s fine, your morning breathe will probably suck the life out of me anyways, I might as well take the sofa.” The two soon returned to their usual interaction of playful teasing and bickering; finally at ease knowing that they were no longer alone… they had each other no matter what the future had in stored. However, when one soul was at peace, another was unconsciously seeking a resting place… At Acre Hills asylum, in the dead of night, the flashing shadow of a certain young man appearing in a gust of smoke, slowly approached the pale figure curled up into a ball at corner of the room, frantically chanting words of distress…

She was sure some idiot must have tasted it. "... And I love you so much, I guess it's because I love you the way I do that's causing this, maybe you feel suffocated by it considering it isn't mutual..." And has anyone thought of how the earth would be like if the moon didn't exist? What would light up the night? Well the stars, but don't the stars light up the sky and the moon light up the Earth? So without the moon... "Amirah!" She flinched and looked at him questioningly.