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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.

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 Highest: Cogito, Ergo Sum; The Demon of Laplace's Parade" "The Prime: Dubito, Ergo Sum; The Shattered Eye became greyed" "The Limitess: Somnio, Ergo Sum; The Dream of Hermes is played" These words were the First Poem of a Book of Unknown Origin that allowed a demon who should have died to be reborn in a new world that hid secrets. A world of darkness and disease; of blood rituals and Cults; of Hermitic orders and Secret Societies; of mysterious paintings and demonic grimoires; of the mystical powers hidden away from the ignorant and mundane. Henry falls into a dark and alternate version of renaissance era Europe with an book that promises both pain beyond measure and a cure to death. This is the legend of a mysterious person with many names in history: The Manifold Crow, The Evil Devil that bears no Hatred, The King of Real Time, The Lord of Inactive Eternity, The Serpent of Arabia. This is the story Henry or as he will later come to be known as, Vergil, A vile and evil villain that possess a demonic minset. Watch as uses rituals and sacrifice recorded in the Immanent Grimoire of Mystic Roads to grow and evolve into a grotesque monster that follows the footsteps of Nihlel, The Evil Creator that makes from nothing. In time, Henry will come to realise that God might not be good… -------------------------------------------------------- Simplified Synopsis:- Henry, a slightly special boy that was paralyzed from the neck down except his two fingers searches for a cure for his condition but that gets him to transmigrate into an alternate version of post renaissance era Europe where the Black Death was not cured. This world looks mundane on the surface but the hides secret societies and Cults filled with beings known as 'Hermitic Philosophers' that gain power through following the mystic roads and the divine tunnels. This is a world were dark powers control the world. -------------------------------------------------------- The complete rights of this novel lie with me including the characters, locations, the world etc.

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.

Literature is like the ocean and the true love of a mother; it's everlasting. I must say that all my thoughts, my tears, my feelings, and even some of my secrets hide inside the poems I've written. Everlasting Words is a book compilation of poems I have written. The compilation of words gives an everlasting smile. This is your little writer who love arts, and writing is my hideaway. I hope you can also check out my novels and quotes compilation, which will be available here soon. Thank you and I love you, My Sunshines!