Your Daily Poem Novels & Stories

Ok class... today, ill be sharing something i wrote with you all. It's a poetry piece. Read carefully. I'll be asking questions later... Oh, my Morning Glory The bright morning sun shoots shafts of light and dark through the blinds, laying bars of mystery down the length of your arching back, creating halos and hollows in your hair.

The poem went this way, Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there; I did not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uprising rush Oh quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die.

He asked. I scoffed wondering if he was expecting me and the kids to starve and experience total misery... POEM BY MERCEDES. You are the sun that shines brightly throughout my day. You are the gravity that holds me down in every way. You are the moon that shimmers throughout my night. You are stars that glimmer oh so bright. You are the oxygen that keeps me alive. You are my heart that beats inside. You are the blood that flows through me. You are the only guy I can see.

I was going to focus on the moment, not what society said I needed to feel or do. 'Look at you smiling without even trying!' Robyn teased, her tail wagging from behind her. I huffed, ignoring her because I did not wish to discuss how easy it had been for me to smile for the past two days, then tapped on the message. M- 'It's been two days since I last saw you. I miss you. There's no two ways about it. I miss you so damn much! And guess what? I found the perfect poem to describe that.’

'Let today be a great day for you & your beloved ones. Let you rise knowing you are so effective, genuine, positive, immaculate, impeccable, energetic & meaningful. Let your each resolve, thought, action & reaction reflect what you truly are, far far more than what you & others think that you are. Let the goodness that you have always spread comes back to you on this day & every day. Let wherever you go & whatever you attempt to do be successful beyond your expectations. Let your day bring lot of light, joy, laughter & unexpected miracles for you. Stay Being Your Awesome Self!'

Maybe one day my talent will get me somewhere better in life. Ah ,grief, I should not treat you like a homeless dog, who comes to the back door for a crust,for a meatless bone , I should trust you. I should coax you into the house and give you, your own corner,a worn mat to lie on, your own water dish . You think I don't know you've been living under my porch. You long for your real place to be readied before winter comes . You need your name, your collar and tag, you need the right to warn off intruders, to consider my house your own and me your person and yourself my own dog . A poem by Denise Levertov.

The deepest truth about life is that every morning feels like dust, and every sunrise feels like a tsunami, you either embrace that feeling or choke on it. I always try to embrace it but today is just different- a good different. I don’t have to try because today is special and for nothing will I urge the lord to not wake me up.

I can't promise the sun always warms the morning like the warmth of dew on a leaf I can't give the stars always shine but the light misses me every night I can't send a red rose every day but the embers of jealousy rage when you are far from me I can't compose a beautiful poem only my prayers as a guardian of your steps If the twilight stays orange even when it's cloudy, if the moon is still dim even in the dark then you're still my curved rainbow after the rain on my veranda that I always hug If the sky isn't always blue If the lake is not always green So let me paint you on a white canvas of the heart

It seems like he is too good for someone like me. It completes our day. Even though I am busy, I am searching for a time that I could make him a single stanza poem. Sometimes, the only message we received from each other was these poems and that is already enough for me. I am not demanding his time to be focused on me. He does the same. We both know our priorities and choose to understand each other’s situation. At the end of the day, I replied: Twilight scattered, Day coming to an end, At the west, sun bid its goodbye,

“It’s obvious that you are not always visiting our portal for a University update. This woman.” I laugh but stop eventually when Mister Dawson called for our attention once again. Levi stayed on Alaric’s seat as the Professor discussed about his instructions. “Take a copy and read about that poem. I will be collecting your paper until this Monday, eight in the morning.” When the paper reaches to me, I automatically skim the page and it clearly states that it’s one of the most famous poem by William Shakespeare. Sonnet 18: Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?