Hush 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.

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.

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 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.

Dive into the heartwarming tale of Hiroshi and Aiko, two high school students whose chance encounter in Kyoto's serene setting sparks an unexpected friendship. As they bond over their shared passion for chess at Aika High School, they navigate the pressures of academics and family expectations. Join them on a journey of camaraderie and self-discovery amidst the hushed corners of the school library, where every move on the chessboard brings them closer together

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?

He then moved his hands beneath my dress and ripped it apart. I gasped. ''.....You are perfect....'' He whispered, hoarse, unclear. ''Damian'' I hushed. I leaned in closer, deeper into his chest. He stood still behind me caressing the heat on my skin. Fingers grazing my bare stomach, up the ample of my breasts. Circling seductively around them, rubbing slowly on the hardened tips............ ''I'm going to make you scream tonight...'' #### Sky thought she had a perfect life until one night when her innocence was ripped away by someone she trusted the most. The table turned and her life became Darker Than Black!

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-

An Anthology of Lost Stories and Hush-hush Narratives along dark dirty alleys and the bright neon-lit halls of the self righteous evil within souls darkened by wealth, power and pride.

What is knowledge? Is it power or a sin? Is it a burden or a blessing? What if faith and ignorance? What is the truth hidden beneath reality? If knowledge has a price, is it worth paying? This was the question thrown at Matthew as he set on to find the truth behind the disappearance of his mother. As he went on the journey to find the truth he heard whispers from the Abyss. A voice that mirrored his own spoke in a hush voice, [The Abyss has been shattered, The Lord has fallen as you have been chosen. When worlds collide. The Lord shall rise once again.] A story woven by the people, given life by the world, spread across the Universe and finally manifested in a different one. This is the story of a Lord of the Abyss.

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

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

In the catacombs of an ancient temple, hushed whispers, coming through the walls. "Come grasp me. You will have revenge and riches beyond your wildest dreams" A shaking hand came from the dark to grasp the glowing orb that was the only source of light in the pitch-black darkness. the shaking hand Took hold of the orb tightly.

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..