Soulful Poems Novels & Stories

she starts singing, wishes for sin. can all we see, all the things we hide behind your smile. I could never hope to see you said. when I put I spell on your soul, it was the untold told tail. feel the soul feel the light feel my hands. boy, you, were such a lost soul, your was alone. don't lie you want to say something, you think you should get close. wanna have a taste, are you curious about red leaves, don't be such a jerk.

And as I navigate this world, seeking your true name, I'll carry your essence, your spirit, within the poet's flame. =======

Oh my beloved, now I can trust that admiration is not a mirage. Thanks for giving me the sight of God's most beautiful creation. Which retainer needs to attend a crusade if they get your accommodation. My colorless life is now fully colored, more than the rainbow. The meaningless soul is expected to be this divine soul's shadow. After being feast on those eyes, my existence is triumphant now. Realm of beauty, I want to present myself to you as a bestow. <><><><><><><> Hello readers, Welcome to my first book 'Soul'

“I think you’ve judged the situation wrong, Alpha. I am in no way a whipped puppy at her command. You can do as you wish with her. However, it seems I have a smaller, extra hearthstone that was broken off from the original. I believe it would serve your purpose, however, along with the girl, I want something else.” Ruax questioningly raised his eyebrow. “There was a breach in the realm yesterday. Someone had crossed the portal and entered here. I don’t trust them or their power. They cannot be allowed to live, not after being the only beings to cross the portal in well over a century. I believe they are in your possession? If you eliminate them, we have a deal.” “How many souls can this brok

We will become soulmates. Let me be your soulmate. I would like to be. “Love is unaffected by time and distance". From, Your Monster Husband Davish, Liam Grey I was looking outside my house and thinking about her. My Possession. As usual, I again wrote a letter to her. I became a poet and started to execute some heart-fluttering words in a line. She is my inspiration and motivation. I just Love her. I love you Sunshine. Her smile makes my heart all fluttery and giddy.

Starting at the door a bouquet of roses sits on a pedestal with a note, and I'm giddy to see if my big bad Alpha has a romantic side that I haven't seen yet. ~My Rose bud, From the moment I met you when I was three our souls were intertwined, yours holding a purity that I needed to balance mine. I can’t say it was love at first site, but I would have done anything to make you happy which showed me the tenderness I hold within me. That’s why I give you this single white rose as a sign of innocence, like the first love we felt for each other. It’s surrounded by nine yellow roses because I’ve made mistakes in my past after you left our pack when you took the only light that my soul held with yo

“Take a long walk away from home. Take a walk along the seas, listen to the heartbeat of the waves of the oceans, listen to the cries of freedom from the shores, listen to the praises of the creatures scattered across the lines of the freedom, the likes of them , big, small, large, little, healthy and not, tall and not, done for or still living, breath in life from the wind, let your ears be merried with the pleasurable tune of the birds of the sky, so that, orgasm won't be far from reach, let your soul receive it, let it moan in pleasure, and let your Spirit rejoice in freedom, for today has been good, the 'morrow surely shall arrive, and with infants with it, to cause trouble, grief or sor

An hour later, after searching for anything to help us within books that ranged from brand new to hundreds of years old, I huffed with disappointment and decided to stretch my legs; my pale finger trailed over the spines of books, dust painting my fingertip. Once I reached the poetry section, I smiled brightly. All around me were books from Silvia Plath, Edgar Allan Poe, Emily Dickson, Robert Frost, and many others that were like my old friends. Taking a random book off the shelf, I flipped through its contents. "(...) Sing your death song, and die like a hero going home." ~ Tecumseh "You enjoy poetry too?" A familiar voice spoke behind me, making my heart speed up as I jumped slightly. Turn

) "Sufi iska rang haaye, Is mein joh tera khwaab piroya, Is mein joh tera khwaab piroya, Neendein bani patang..." (It has a pious colour, When I weaved your dreams in it, When I weaved your dreams in it. Then my sleep flew away like a kite...) "Dil bharta nahi, Aankhen rajti nahi, Dil bharta nahi, Aankhen rajti nahi..." (My heart is never content, My eyes aren't tired of seeing you, My heart is never content, My eyes aren't tired of seeing you...) "Chahe kitna bhi dekhti jaaun, Waqt jaaye main rok na paaun..."

“What mom? How can you say that--” She gave me her phone. There was a poem he had written. “I’d love it if you read this and think that I feel anything for her-- “She was my life, she left, life left. Never had anything, even my soul has left. Being a boy was never the best thing, When the only girl I ever loved left. Do you know that feeling? When there is nothing to see? Because you just don’t know What you should be? When there is no reason to live