Poetry Pea

This is my third poetry to BFF, written on February 6th, 2024. You said dolphins clapping sea tide in dream By: Amoureax Amant You said dolphins clapping sea tide in dream, sea tide crashing on shore laid in sunbeam, shore sand kissing ocean waved on island, ocean turning orange orange-stained sand. You came like floating cloud aloft blue sea, watched turtles slept under coconut tree, with melody of birds came with sea tide, with reflection drifting toward shoreside. You went like falling rain aloft heaven, fluttered like morning dew dropped in ocean, vanished like foam of fish fluttered in air, like spray of sea blossomed fairer than fair. Perhaps you were mirage appeared garden, or else you were angel came back heaven.

Crown Prince Yun Chi chose as his consort the youngest daughter of the Hua Family, Hua Yan, and the news shattered the hearts of countless ladies in the Capital City. It was said: the Crown Prince could write poetry at three, compose essays at seven, debate with the greatest scholars at ten, shoot arrows with precision at twelve, oversee the examinations of all scholars at fifteen, and was regent by the time he was sixteen. He reached the pinnacle in letters, the extreme in martial arts, his looks were world-shaking, and his presence unrivaled. Hua Yan felt as though a gigantic pie had fallen from the sky, landing squarely on her head. From then on, was she to compete with the entire world for this man? -------------------- Yun Chi: Standing at the pinnacle of the Azure Clouds, he learned the art of balance, practiced the strategies of an emperor, envisioned the land and skies in his heart. Within the nine-layered royal palace, he could turn his hands to clouds and his palms to rain, holding sway over the court and the nation, trimming himself into a figure free from desire and henceforth unyielding. Hua Yan: She viewed herself as beneath the dust, with all her emotions and desires, disliking the Son of Heaven's court, preferring the ordinary alleys, treading on ten feet of soft red and experiencing all facets of life. She believed that nothing was better than green mountains and clear waters. "If you promise me a lifetime, I will accompany you for an eternity."

Ivan is the golden boy of his high school—blessed with a voice that captivates crowds, a talent for art, and a secret knack for poetry. But when he hears Tracy sing, a quiet Senior One girl with a melody that unravels him, his world tilts. She’s reserved, her voice a hidden gem, and he’s smitten—stealing glances, sketching her in secret, writing love poems he’s too scared to share. Popularity be damned, he finally makes his move, and their voices blend in a harmony he never knew he needed. For five years, they’re a duet—singing under mango trees, sharing whispered verses, building a love as tender as it is fierce. But Tracy’s insecurities simmer beneath her quiet exterior. When Ivan’s star keeps rising, she starts to fade, confiding in someone who doesn’t outshine her. A misunderstanding tears them apart, leaving Ivan with a broken heart and a notebook full of unsent poems. Can love’s melody survive the silence? Her Voice, My Verse is a poignant tale of first love, hidden doubts, and the songs we sing to keep each other close.

*A true story based, provided to be a healing space. No one in this world is completely perfect, no matter how nice they appear. As a daughter of a hotheaded yet loving father, I, Agnes Xie Dubois, present you my very treasured journal. Let's dive in into my remarkable past! About? ✓ A family which started as a 'not ideal' type, but they try their best building a comfy home ✓ Focused on father-daughter relationship, where each of the family members begin to understand each other. ✓ Poetry, motivation, and psychology ✓ New, out of the box, yet catchy writing style ✓ Written with both good and bad memories ✓ Female oriented, but readers are not restricted to genders ✓ No politics, nor offensive or sensitive thing ✓ Comedy scenes ✓ Teen fiction, yet open for adults Important Promise: • All chapters in this novel will be free to read until the competition ends

This is a poetry book that expresses feelings and Thoughts of my own .It contains poems mostly about love and I hope You like it .

In Mochorome, there is a man with peas in his face. He walks around aimlessly, and talks to those he knows, those he doesn't. He explores the perfect world he lives in, which houses no cracks, bruises, mold, or damage.

After transmigrating into the era of the Three Kingdoms, I find myself as the young Yuan Shu, a figure often criticized for his ambition and missteps. Upon awakening the Prodigal System, I discover its unique features: Level 1: For every 100,000 coins squandered, I gain an attribute point. Level 2: Unlocking the Reputation Store allows me to exchange reputation points for treasures. Level 3: Accessing the Legendary General Inheritance Panel grants me the legacy of Xiang Yu, the renowned Overlord of Western Chu. In this world, my companions are notable figures: Cao Cao: A formidable warlord and my troublesome friend. Diao Chan: My cousin, famed for her beauty. Cai Wenji: My junior sister, celebrated for her literary talent. In Luoyang City, I am recognized as a distinguished noble scion. At poetry gatherings, I am hailed as the foremost scholar with unparalleled talent. On the battlefield beneath Hulao Pass, I stand as an invincible, peerless general. In the hearts of the people, I am revered as the savior who rescues the suffering and aids the needy. I am Yuan Gonglu, the Greedy Wolf of Chaos. As a young hero in light robes, I revel in wine and song within Luoyang City. With the system's main quest now established, my ultimate goal is clear: to unite the Three Kingdoms, leave an indelible mark in history, and usher in a glorious era.

For All Poetry Lovers

"A Journey Through Poetry” is a heartfelt exploration of how poetry becomes the voice of our deepest emotions and unspoken thoughts. In a world where words often fall short, this collection reminds us that poetry has the power to express what cannot always be said aloud. Whether it’s the joy of love, the pain of loss, or the quiet musings of the soul, each poem is a journey into the heart of what it means to be human. This book invites readers to embark on a personal voyage of self-expression and reflection, offering a safe space for the untold stories that we carry within. Through lyrical verse, the author captures the delicate dance between silence and speech, showing how poetry serves as both a shield and a mirror—protecting our vulnerabilities while reflecting our truest selves. In “A Journey Through Poetry,” the act of writing becomes more than just an art; it becomes a means of healing, of sharing, and of finding connection when words alone cannot bridge the gap. For those moments when the heart is too full to speak, poetry whispers what we cannot say.

This is my second poetry to my BFF, written on October 28th, 2023. I envied redwood stretched toward heaven By: Amoureax Amant I envied redwood stretched toward heaven, whose branch in branch like hand in cloud ocean, whose leaves like thread weaved curtain covered sky, whose spot like stage light lit for butterfly. I envied stray bird hummed with bugs echo, whose siren song spread through redwood shadow, whose feather swirled like lone-drifting snowflake, whose wings like flash slipped through green amber lake. I envied cowboy rode through siren sight, whose horse ran on green sea plain at twilight, whose gun aimed at wild deer in green forest, whose bonfire cooked deer meat in light gauze mist. I envied fish blew bubble in amber, whose bubble bloomed as gorgeous as flower.

This is my first poetry to my BFF, written on March 7th, 2023. Peach blossom bloomed as gorgeous as bloom rain By: Amoureax Amant Peach blossom bloomed as gorgeous as bloom rain, at branch in full peach blossom on mountain, but left tree branch with wind through amber lake, toward fragrant sea like drifting snowflake. Just left when butterfly danced through peach tree, just left when hummingbird echoed with bee, when rising sun turned dark cloud peach blossom, when drifting rain fell from misty cloud dome. What if peach blossom stayed till September, peach blossom might neither dance through water, nor travel with light breeze through small arbor, toward vast sea like boat sailed from harbor. What if peach asked of peach blossom's journey, here's the answer, freer than in valley.

(Cover art is not mine) A secret facility ran experiments on making super intelligent humans that can learn any knowledge or skill instantly, all experiments have failed except for the protagonist's. Escaping the facility, he longs to explore the world and learn what he can. With the secret agents and military on his heels, he must traverse a corrupt world and outsmart his captors. #Smart MC (Actually smart, not like in most stories, I tried to the best of my capabilities.) #Action #Thriller #Philosophy #Poetry #Martial Arts #No System

Poetries I write, I am a beginner writer.

Some words are meant to be whispered. Others should never be written at all. I knew better, but I still wrote it. A note laced with unfiltered desire—blunt, raw, and undeniably reckless. A note meant for Miss Rose. She wasn’t just another woman. She was temptation wrapped in elegance, the kind of woman who makes a man forget his own rules. But I didn’t write her poetry or confessions of love. No, what I left behind was something far bolder—something that should have never left my mind, let alone reached her hands. Now, she knows. And instead of pushing me away, she’s playing the game I started. A game of unspoken tension, stolen glances, and a promise that neither of us dares to say out loud. One note was all it took. Now, she’s waiting for my next move.

poetry and random stuff I made up, not only as a coping mechanism. but also as a way to let my mind not explode. (figuratively)

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT! ~Who'd ever thought the young Alpha's son would fall in love with his nanny?!~ She was like the mother he never had, the older sister he's always wanted, his ONLY best friend. After an incident at the Dark Risers's pack, the Alpha sends his son away to another pack to be trained and nurtured into a better person; the future Alpha. Twelve years later, Daniel returns a full grown teen with a high sex drive and lust for beautiful women. At such a young age, he handles the pack solely and also bears the pressure of finding a mate from the elders and his relatives. But Daniel doesn't want a mate. Never does and never will. Why get stuck with one woman who would cause him trouble than spend every night of his with women of his choice? Will he live alone in his carnal pleasures or eat his words? I.G: C3e_Jay Discord: C3e_Jay#0881 Discord server: https://discord.gg/C7zhwcQkQS Disclaimer: Book Cover not mine. Fonts and design by me. (◔‿◔) Volume 1 status: COMPLETED Volume 2 status: ONGOING Volume 3 status: COMING SOON Excerpt; for Volume (2) But…" John held the pillow in his hand with a serious, thoughtful look. "Is this what you really want?" Jephthah looked up from where he was finishing up a sketch of Talia and frowned slightly. "What are talking about?" John sighed and came close to him and Jephthah tensed up because his brother looked really serious. And when he did, he always had something really important to say. "You want Talia to be your fated mate, don't you?" "More than anything in the world." Jephthah said without missing a beat, a light glinting in his eyes like stars, but they died down when he noticed John still had that serious look on his face. "John, What's wrong?" "Jephthah," John sighed. "We're twins... you know that right?" Jephthah almost flicked his head at the stupid question. "So?" "And we're like two peas in a pod. We're each other's half." Jephthah narrowed his eyes at him. "Do you think YOU might be my mate?" John hit his head with a pillow this time. "No!" "Then get straight to the point, John." "70% of girls who are mated to a twin usually are mated to…" he paused looking Jephthah In the eyes before finishing his sentence. "the other twin as well." The pencil fell off his grasp, rolled over the sheet of canvas paper and dropped with a thud to the floor, the sharp pointy end of the graphite breaking off to fall next to the door. "What?!"

✨Just letting my thoughts out in random words✨

# BLESSING # DRAMAQUEEN This story is a rehash of the Pea Princess but set in ancient times. It tells the tale of an elegant maiden, and a doting, loyal puppy who also happens to be a rugged hunter! He was serious about pampering his wife! Yue Jiaojiao woke up in the body of a beautiful girl who was grievously injured from leaping off a cliff. If she hadn’t been rescued by a hunter who was passing by, perhaps she would have died. Looking at the soft, delicate “little fairy” in front of him, the rugged hunter decided he would play the role of a loyal puppy to the max! The delicate Jiaojiao was a clean freak, so there would always be hot towels ready all day long. Jiaojiao was being disturbed by her uncle and aunt? Hurry up and sever all ties with them! Jiaojiao’s feet hurt from walking? My arms are capable of lifting her! Jiaojiao said she wanted to marry me? Zhao Zhan was stunned. Was this real? Was this not a dream?***Generally, Yue Jiaojiao would never have offered herself in return for being rescued. However, the rugged hunter was too awesome!***As time passed, Zhao Zhan realized that his wife was a real lucky star. Ever since she entered his life, he had happiness! And wealth! Even those evildoers who framed Jiaojiao had already been dealt with! Still, in comparison to his material possessions, Jiaojiao will always be the most precious gem in his heart. She was the treasure that he would pamper till the world's end!

Jiang He might have transmigrated to a world of Qi and martial arts, but the System that he got only provided him with... seeds. "Hold on, System. Aren't these just... peas? Not only are they inedible, but I'm supposed to throw them far, far away?"

Title: Trillionaire Student: The Art of Corporate Warfare Genre: Cyberpunk Corporate Drama / Tech Romance Setting: Near-future Shanghai (2045) where blockchain dynasties and AI oligarchs dominate global finance. Protagonist: · Ye Chen: A 22-year-old financial prodigy with military-grade neural implants. Orphaned and self-made, he accidentally inherits trillion-yuan assets tied to a cryogenically preserved heiress. · Su Ning: A "frozen elite" heiress resurrected from cryostasis. Her trauma-encrypted mind holds the keys to her family's blockchain empire. Core Plot: When Ye decrypts suicidal patterns in Su's neural data, their forced partnership to upgrade her emotional firewall exposes: 1. Corporate Espionage: Rival tech giants weaponize celebrity scandals as NFT commodities. 2. Family Conspiracy: Su's mother audits her memories like hostile mergers. 3. Hidden Protocol: A blockchain ledger tracking physical intimacy as corporate liability. Key Westernized Elements: · Boardroom duels in holographic Hunger Games-style shareholder arenas · Romance through shared neural hacking of trauma encryption · Memetic warfare where viral tweets manipulate stock markets Themes: · Capitalism 2.0 (emotions as crypto assets, SEC-regulated marriage contracts) · Cybernetic identity (childhood trauma rebuilt as AI firewalls) · East-West fusion (Tang poetry as quantum encryption keys) Cultural Bridges: · "Black Swan Fund" → "Quantum Contingency Fund" · Neural interface battles styled as The Matrix meets Game of Thrones · Food metaphors: Xiaolongbao dumplings as encrypted data carriers

In his previous life, Lucian Sinclair had pursued the truth behind his fiancé Malcolm Fitzgerald's fatal car accident with relentless determination - only to meet the same grim fate beneath the twisted metal of his Bentley on a rain-lashed M25 motorway. When consciousness returned, the industrialist found himself thrust back to his 24-year-old self, the digital clock on his Mayfair bedside table blinking December 16th, 2016. Malcolm's Alpine skiing accident had already occurred three days prior. He promptly took legal guardianship of the brooding 15-year-old left in the wreckage - Finn Fitzgerald, Malcolm's half-brother through their father's second marriage. The boy Lucian remembered from charity galas had grown feral-eyed, all scraped knuckles and boarding school blazers gone threadbare at the elbows. This time, Lucian vowed, the boy would receive proper upbringing. Not out of affection, but as penance for never deciphering Malcolm's last encrypted text: "Tell Luce the Range Rover's brakes—" Finn initially regarded his guardian with wary deference, this icy aristocrat who wore his brother's signet ring on a platinum chain. "Malcolm said you collect Renaissance maps," the teen offered during tense dinners, pushing peas across Wedgwood china. "Malcolm told me you hate tulips." Each invocation of the dead man's name hung between them like altar smoke. Yet gradually, the dynamic shifted. Lucian caught Finn glaring when he traced the Fitzgerald jawline they shared. The boy began arriving late from Eton weekends, reeking of stolen whiskey and defiance. During one particularly vicious row over a shredded Oxford acceptance letter, Finn slammed Lucian's wheelchair against the study wall. "Why must I be his ghost?" The teen's breath fogged the cold glass of Malcolm's portrait. "You look at me like I'm some...some flawed taxidermy of your perfect banker boy!" Lucian's cane clattered to the hardwood. Perfect? Malcolm had been laundering funds through their engagement - a truth he'd discovered two lifetimes too late. Now this living, breathing Fitzgerald heir stood before him, all cracked leather satchel and mismatched socks, demanding to be seen. Outside, the Thames glittered with secrets. In the cellar vault, a dossier gathered dust - crime scene photos, offshore account records, and the Range Rover's brake lines sliced clean through. Lucian's fingers twitched toward the whisky decanter. Let the dead keep their mysteries. This Fitzgerald needed saving more.

Growing up is a symphony of endings and beginnings, a delicate balance between heartbreak and self-discovery. "Ashes and Echoes" is a collection of poetry that captures the raw, unfiltered emotions of young adulthood: the first loves that set your world on fire, wishful thinking, and the bittersweet journey of finding yourself in the wreckage of the world. Through lyrical verse and intimate storytelling, these poems explore the restless nights, the unanswered messages, the weight of the world, and defiant hope and nostalgia that comes with healing. Each page is a reflection of what it means to love recklessly, to break beautifully, and to rise from the ashes of who you once were. For anyone who has ever felt lost, for those learning to stand on their own, "Ashes and Echoes" is a reminder that this is not the end, but it’s the beginning of something even more powerful: you.

A manifestation of my belief in love and life through lyrics and verses.

However this book is going to get filled with poetries, about eveything. It's attached with every feeling. It's written for everyone. Either if it's painful or exciting, it's going to leave it's spark everywhere. The world may end but these poetries don't know it's ending. That is why I decided to keep them all together, in a safe place. I wanted to create a kingdom for their beauties. So that they can never be forgetten. And I named this kingdom "A Kingdom Of Poetries".

In the cold winter of the Joseon dynasty, a lonely royal concubine, Lady Eun, stumbles upon a fragile flower blooming in the snow—a rare "frozen plum." The flower symbolizes her constrained life within the palace walls. Lady Eun falls in love with Seong Jun, a lowly but brilliant scholar, who is also the palace librarian. Their bond begins as a secret exchange of poetry and shared love for nature but soon grows into a forbidden romance.

In a world filled with competing empires, kingdoms, and republics, magic and political power become the primary weapons in the fight to control the destiny of humanity. The Aurelthia Empire, the strongest empire that ruled a single continent, forced the smaller kingdoms to pay tribute and submit under their iron law. However, behind the splendor and power, ancient secrets and mysterious prophecies threaten the stability of the world. Cillian Griff and his other friends who survived the destruction of their refuge by Aurelthia's minions, part ways with promises to meet again and form a rebel organization as an adult. Years later, they lead "God's Decree Law", an organization that aims to overthrow the empire and create a new, just world. they fought hard until they got their degrees and became prominent figures, but their ambitions will remain unchanged because basically they became like this In order to become an absolute power to fight against the Empire and the kingdom. Set against the backdrop of a world rich in culture, magic and history, this story tells of the struggles of Cillian and his Colleagues against the tyranny of the empire. They must face internal conflicts, betrayals, and dark secrets about the world's and their own past. Will they succeed in creating a new world, or become a victim of an inevitable Forecast?

'What is this?' Theodore thought as he opened his little eyes to what he assumes to be one of his parents who is dropping him off on the doorstep of a church at what seemed to be in the middle of nowhere, ---a few hours ago ago--- Theodore was like any other normal person: had a family, had dreams, filled with ambitiouns, liked games, sometimes goes outside, has preferences, filled with desire, and of course went through a difficult time in his life, he was just as normal as the average person is. but one thing he is different from others is that he likes roasting people online especially the rich, he loves making fake accounts just to meme people, judge thier preferences and give rating for their every day (unnecessary) objects, he even makes money from it by making videos about how stupid some rich people are. But that led him to his death when he was kidnapped by a rich woman, who he had made fun of... '???' He didn't know what happened after that... --- [Somewhere in a different time]--- 'Where am I?' he asked as he tries to move his head and eyes uncoordinated, there were noticeable things to hint where he was currently at; the church was styled like it was described from a dark fantasy book, the sky was clear with a few clouds roaming in the sky as the light of dawn hits them, and his parent who looked like a literal angel, '....they seemed to be speaking..." "....to think my offspring looked... Normal, even though you're mother is a human and I, Michael... am an angel... So shouldn't you be a €i@n¥?" The angel asked the infant, only to be replied with cooing, "Oh... Who am I kidding? You're just an infant, how can you even understand..... goodbye Little David" the angel said as he spans his wings wide, knocked on the church's door before he flew from the ground and vanished between the rays of dawn ——17——Years——Later—— 'Hmm', looking back at the moment, David sighed in his stupidity for realizing something that he should've considered, "Well I was very afraid and shaken from being reincarnated, so I really can't truly blame myself for not realizing.... Right?" He asked, seemingly into the air [No, from what I can see, the fault was totally on you] the voice of the male siri that suddenly replied to him "Well fuck you, this wasn't supposed to be my problem, I'm just a defect Nephilim, not someone who asked to be a hero!" [Correction, currently you're a captive of Achilles] "That's not what I meant! You retard of a Sy--" [Playing; Don't Stop Believing by Journey] ================= This work is inspired by the stories of; the origins of the Book of Giants (and pages from the Bible that references to the Book of Giants), The story of David and Goliath, the themes, setting, scenes, land, and stories from various legends, tales, myths, 'n methods in both western and middle eastern. "..." => Talking '...' => thinking (...) => Details/explanation [...] => moves/important terms/specific places #...# => links/inspirations/references for the chapter ..====.. => end of a scene/transition to another scene ================= A [Short] novel, Meaning this is a work that I did not put my all in, But it is something that I gave my thoughts to: the chapters, characters, the plot and the finale. each chapter has atleast (1.2k)-(1.7k) words but I might be able to make chapters with nearly (2k) words, I've learned that in my previous works, the chapters are short af [–=Notes=–] >This Test Novel shall only have 20 chapters, >Have limited descriptions given >English is my third language and I learned English through poetry at first, so please anyone, help point out some writing errors of mine that I didn't do right >I lack perseverance so I might only upload mostly once a week, sometimes twice a week, or worse scenario once a (few) month(s)

18+ THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT. ************** Harriet Blackwood is abducted by the ruthless and most revered mafia king, Don Marco Sanchez. He slams a tempting offer on the table: $1,000,000 for her virginity. With her father's life hanging in the balance, Harriet signs the contract to pay for his surgery. But little does she know, this contract will change her life in ways she never imagined…

The Book of Poetry is a collection of poems written by me about my lost love Nyla. For more information, Nyla is just an imagination of mine who is not alive nor dead. But I'm still waiting for her even though i know she won't come.

"Love's Poet" is a poignant narrative that delves into the intricacies of a relationship, where love and pain coexist. The protagonist, embodying the role of a poet, navigates the highs and lows of love, encapsulating their journey through verse. Despite enduring hurt and misunderstanding, the poet's unwavering devotion leads them to seek understanding and forgiveness, crafting their emotions into beautifully crafted lines. Through the power of poetry, they immortalize the essence of their love, transcending the challenges they face. As the tale unfolds, "Love's Poet" becomes a testament to the enduring strength of love, where even amidst pain, the bond between two souls remains unbreakable.