Storypoem cerita

This is the longest poem I've ever written it takes place after the sequel of my story, "The Witches of the North." Alastor brings his sister to Sunset Hill to find a lost treasure left by his father. But before they can reach it, a blizzard hits them. Alastor must convince Jack Frost to stop the icy weather so he can find his father's riches.

A collection of poems inspired by the sonnet scheme, but not confined by it, exploring a story of a messenger (poet) in debt and desperate for options. Who is he indebted to? Only two of the most famous poets in history (who also happen to be dead, by the way). What does he owe them? You'll have to read his messages to find out what, how, and why! Background for readers new to sonnets: A "sonnet" is a poem, traditionally consisting of fourteen lines, that follows strict meter and rhyme schemes. The two most well-known forms of sonnets were popularized by William Shakespeare (The Shakespearean Sonnet, or The English Sonnet) and Francesco Petrarch (The Petrarchan Sonnet, or The Italian Sonnet). Sonnets use a meter scheme known as iambic pentameter, which means each line consists of five pairs of syllables, with each syllable pair consisting of an unstressed and a stressed syllable (eg, "Shall I comPARE thee TO a SUMmer's DAY?") The two sonnet forms have slightly different standard rhyme schemes. See below... For English: abab cdcd efef gg For Italian: abba abba cde cde OR abba abba cdc dcd

When my life had an urge to stop itself, someone saved me who was broken himself. He assured me that I have him when he himself didn't have anyone. Words written in the form of poetry which hold my feelings which I've been holding from years.

Drip, Drop is a narrative poem. Its a little on the creepy side. Its not you typical happy daisy smiles feeling or your sad heartbroken poem. Ok maybe a little on the sad side, but its still a great poem.

A collection of poems and short stories reflecting my thoughts and experiences.

When the raindrop falling on your hand, memory of love will remain in your soul. When rain start falling, your heart will overflow with emotion that you never imagine before.

pes·si·mism(pesəˌmizəm) a tendency to see the worst aspect of things or believe that the worst will happen; a lack of hope or confidence in the future. "You may write me down in History With your bitter, twisted lies, You may tread me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise". -Maya Angelou, 'Still I Rise'.

| Highest ranking: #807 in night #1 in revisited #5 in sorceror #3 in storypoem #7 in wattpadpoets #111 in fantasy | A story poem about a girl who wakes up at the first light of dawn only to remember her previous night. A little bit of a fairy tale to keep you on the edge of your seat. A happily ever after? Try it yourself. And other poems. NOTE: A detailed explanation on the poem is available.

We grow in any shape or form

poems about mistakes and acknowledging them

A collection of poems

We all have a story. Why we do the things we do. Why we are the way we are. Why I have to tell you goodbye.

How could I know it was bad, I was 7 years old. How could I change now that it became part of my body.

Sisters may not share you things, but they love you as what you are... *This is my own made poem*

• Don't be scared of the monsters, just look for them. Look to your left, to your right, under your bed, behind your dresser, in your closet but never look up, she hates being seen. •

A short story-like poem dedicated to my wonderful girlfriend~ (The titles are different but all of them are dedicated to my girlfriend, Lye)