Malorie Blackman Poems

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.

On a rainy night of July 15th, Qin Sisi brought home a shivering stray cat. Since then, her life underwent a profound change… "Come sleep with me." "No way!" "Didn't we always sleep together before?" "Back then you were just a cat." "I can still be a cat now." As the words fell, the tall figure vanished, leaving a black and sleek cat, lazily curled up at the head of the bed. Its deep, purple eyes slightly narrowed, it let out a lazy, adorable meow at her, “Meow…” Fan group: 817058766

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."

"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.

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.

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

In a world of The Great Eather, humans operate with the aid of gods, utilising their knowledge of the past to guide them into an age prophesied by the Ill Omen, the human guide of the gods.   Lucrid is a boy who has lost his memories of both past he has experienced. Slowly he may uncover what led to his state, and gradually he will develop the understanding that he is a part of something unique, something dark and dangerous, but what? You might realize this as you read, but I do love poems.

The Raven has set flight once again. Follow Lucian Thorn in his journey full of massacre and killing. Where is his destination? Fate plays tricks, his destination is always pushed back. Will the Raven reach it. A small poem depicting Lucian or The Raven's character "In shadows deep, the Raven flies, Silent wings, no last goodbyes. A single strike, a fleeting breath, He brings the quiet touch of death. No mercy here, no second chance, Just one last, fatal, deadly dance. When Raven comes, your time is torn— None escape the flight of Thorn." I am also posting this on Royal Road as well as Scribblehub Royal Road - https://www.royalroad.com/profile/568039/fictions Scribblehub - https://www.scribblehub.com/series/1262273/lucian-thorn/

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?

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 ...

This is a heinous story about a heinous person. Not to mention his other achievements: just after graduating from university, he had two listed companies on the NASDAQ. No, he recently acquired another listed company, and is planning to acquire another. Behind him, a whole host of investment banks are chasing after him. When will your website go public? Investors also say that a website like this must be subject to public scrutiny. The young boss is back in his carefree youth. This year is a springtime year, coinciding with an old man writing poems by the South China Sea.

"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-

356 stars of the year is the book full of poems that explains the long journey of the 356 days of the year and what we find in each day. because we all got the same days of the year but the difference is what we do with them and every day different story................