Lunch Poem

"In a World of Images" is a reflective and uplifting exploration of the power of imagination, storytelling, and the eternal presence of goodness in the world. It takes the reader on a journey through various lands and cultures, where stories are filled with valuable lessons and wisdom. The poem emphasizes the idea that beauty and goodness exist everywhere, transcending borders, and that through understanding, reflection, and creativity, one can uncover these treasures. The recurring themes of good triumphing over evil, the timeless nature of wisdom, and the joy of storytelling unite the piece, making it a celebration of human experience and imagination.

From ancient to modern times, it is rumored that there is a spiritual world. There are different opinions on the saying of spiritual realm. The poems record: "From Qi to Tang Dynasty, the mountain is barren, the spiritual realm is lonely, and few people travel." "The spiritual environment is not acceptable, and it is hard to ask for Ghost work." Zhang Yuanqing, a freshman in shencheng University, was on a chance...

From ancient times to the present, it is said that there is a spiritual realm in the world. Regarding the saying of the spiritual realm, celebrities and scholars of all dynasties have different opinions. It is recorded in the poem: "From Qi to Tang, this mountain is desolate and desolate, the spiritual realm is lonely, and few people visit it." "The spiritual realm is indescribable, and it is difficult to find ghost work."

I wrote these sonnets, poems, and quotes; in the darkest hours of my life and I hope some of you could relate. I write with all the love and joy I have for writing, just because I don't publish anything doesn't I still don't write behind closed doors.

A series of poems and thoughts about life.

Here are poems I have written, they are not very good.

I spent years avoiding poetry, and what happens? Got me when I least expected it. Born after seeing a tv programme. Pushed by a need to escape from writing that epic. Reflexes to landscapes, skyscapes and flowers: Reflexes to music that stirs the beat. Dances. A Poetry Collection.

The knight and princess strolled down the long corridors of the Summer Home "GOD, AEDRIC! HOW COULD FATHER BE SO CRUDE! SO RUDE! SO SHREWD!" Princess Elora shouted, her voice echoing through the stone halls. The knight, Sir Aedric, glanced over at her. "Well... he does have a point," he said with a small smirk. "You do get a bit uptight when things don't go your way." Princess Elara froze in place, her eyes widening in disbelief. 'Here we go,' Aedric thought, already bracing for her response. "ME?! UPTIGHT?! HOW DARE YOU, SER AEDRIC!" she shrieked, her fists lightly pounding against his armor. The knight remained unmoved, patiently enduring her fury. "YOU HAVE TO TAKE ME OUT TO LUNCH AS PUNISHMENT!" Aedric sighed, resigned. "Aye, Your Highness..."

A poem

Hey. This isn't really a story of sorts. It's just my collection of poems that I wrote. I just like writing poems. Drop some power stones if you'd like, that would really help. Not that I'm in desperate need or something, haha. Have a good day. May you never roll a NAT 1 on life.

A collection of poems.

a series of random stories and poems

A new journey, beautiful future, dreams come true. Come follow my journey to reach the shining star. *I am stuck in description* *Hope you like it !!*

every time I stepped out of my comfort zone I fell in the blossoms feeling not quiet to reach the peak bloom but stay low hidden with the petal hiding the shyness I stood motionless with the both eyes frozen in showiness at the first sight of enchantment

poems, short stories, writing prompts, and story snapshots that i come up with. this will not be a daily update, more than likely when i am finished writing something i will put it on here.

I decided to post some poems I've written and also will post most poems given by anyone, to find out how, read "Anthology Expectations" Please have fun reading these poems.;,;. __ Thank you silentscarlettt for the cover. Please check out her books: https://www.webnovel.com/book/11134602906265805/The-Wheel-of-Transmigration __ To chat with DeJeL and find other novels by DeJeL: tiny.cc/DJLWNC

A collection of super short stories covering different genres with poems attached -more of poems also- - Just choosed teen to fill out the genre blank_ - I will update as I get more inspiration - no particular story also, just a little incident to trigger and set the mood of the song⁠♡ As the title goes, it's a songs of heart, some inspired by my emotions at a particular time, life events or random things. -this author loves poems and this is the first time I will be writing it on another place apart from my book, so it may not be perfect- *not a trend book* Just something you stumble upon on a random day and add to your library :) —when a heart is relentless.. find the perfect melody for it... I⁠♡U

My first poem collection book

What they said was unbelievable; they said mama is singing this beautiful poem for us. I was stunned because my wife had died, and she was allergic to poems. She never liked to sing. I asked them to go from here. Suddenly the door closed and a voice appeared: 'You can't take them away. They are my children." This was horrible and terrifying. Even Joseph and Jennifer had frightened. All the things in the room started moving in a circle around us. I moved toward the door to hold my children's hands, but the door was not opening. Suddenly a lamp fell on me, and I got hurt by this. Joseph got angry after seeing this. Joseph threw a toy given by a spirit and shouted you are not my mother. Suddenly, everything became calm, and the door opened. We went out of the room and packed our bags to return to our house. We returned to our house and decided not to go there again. We couldn't understand who was she and what she wanted?

Zhang Wei a run of the mill person suddenly gets an email form the game has been playing for years telling him his account has been hacked and been cleared and due to data corruption he lost years of effort but an unknown email form someone leads to it's own mystery as he is lunched into another world where the system decides he's not worth it's time what will he do next?

Set ope all shutters, that the day come in Like a sea or a din! Let not a nook of useless shade compel Thoughts of the night, or tell ...

I'm always a loner at school, and today I was having lunch alone on the stairs in front of the roof when a beautiful transfer student, Ms. Hayasaka, suddenly came over.

My name is Lilly Hail and I am a slave to the blood moon pack Ever since her parents died in a rogue attack six years ago. Her brother Alpha Jackson hail hates her as she was the last one to see them alive. "Get up you filthy whore you are meant to get breakfast ready ten minutes ago!" Jackson yelled while kicking Lilly in the stomach. "Don't worry just start lunch we have important guests arriving in two hours so get cooking!" With one last kick she slowly got up and started to do lunch. Jacob black is the Alpha of the Sapphire moon pack and he is not looking forward to the meeting with Alpha Jackson but as soon as he sees Lilly he found out that she is his mate and takes her back to his pack and learns the truth about her past and how the pack treated her like she was scum. But what they both don't know is that she is a powerful hybrid and now she has people after for her for it

"You know I am the CE...." She cut me again, "Cut me some slack Amelia, don't give me that bullshit when you know that can't be the reason for you to hold back. Just be you and you never know, the rules may need changes sooner or later . You know I got you in whatever you do. Follow your heart and you need to be happy because this journey you have started now, doesn't need you to be stressed. You need to be productive. So follow your little heart. " We laughed it off and continued with our lunch. I did not put much thought into it because I know we can be silly at times but I know she meant what she said.

"What happened to her?" Cloe looked upon the poor girl, her arm broken out of her shoulder, a dagger stuck in it. She had a bruised cheek, swollen, and blood covered her dried lips. Her breathing was slow, like she was about to fade away. " a poem i wrote for the book Love will follow you, and the heavy burden of responsibilities will crash; emotions will die, and new ones will be reborn. Death will arise, but life will return. -im not a professional writer, so i hope you can understand my grammar mistakes-