Seamus Heaney Poems

A poem

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.

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.

En camino a su casa, surgen problemas y esto desencadena que por alguna extraña razon sea llevado a un mundo de fantasía que desafia cuaquier logica. Sin saber si podrá despertar de este infierno o si está destinado a vivirlo una y otra vez, Max deberá enfrentarse a sus mayores temores y encontrar el coraje en lo inesperado

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 ...

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.

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................

**Title: The Throne of the Epic** In a land where legends and epic poems hold forgotten powers, Ivar, a seasoned gamer, finds himself in a new world, inhabiting the body of Muraka Il Themera. As the heir to a decaying kingdom, Ivar discovers the weight of his ancestor Kzarka's legacy and the mythical Ravien Sword. With the kingdom of Themera on the brink of collapse, plagued by corruption and demonic threats, Ivar must navigate a world where ancient promises and forgotten myths could be the key to revival. As he unearths the past and awakens powers long dormant, he faces treacherous nobles and relentless foes, striving to reclaim the lost glory of his lineage. **The Throne of the Epic** is a tale of rebirth and destiny, where the echoes of the past shape the battles of the present, and one man's journey could change the fate of an entire world.

Just some poems, you might not even consider thinking of them as one, but for me they are, at least.

this is for any dad and my dad Instagram: top.rosewolf69 Facebook: devaul aleighya xbox gamertag: TopRoseWolf69 so be nice to me and poems are mine that I wrote before doing this

a collection of poems by a teen girl..about the reality and the sad truths about life..

A collection of poems pulled from my heart and written by my soul, filled with love, healing, heartbreak, melancholy, and nostalgia. They’re pieces I’ve guarded closely but feel it’s time to share them and release the burden they’ve put on me. Now there are some pieces that do not fully relate to me or at all but are there for representation and to bring awareness. Others are just short descriptive pieces to lighten the mood. Thank you for taking the time to read my work and I would love and appreciate it if you could leave a review.