Novella Poems - Poems about Novella

...I’ve mentioned how I love celebrating those big moments in our life… weddings, Christmases, birthdays…you know the ones I mean… but how I also love the everyday moments of wonder and beauty… you k......Read More

...You stayed in your home yet not alone, but with others, and fate did mock at you and you borrowed a different form. They locked you in and often hurt you, and you fled from hurt and came......Read More

...Some say you are lost If you are not found On their ground Some think you are blind If you do not find What they find I am an atheist who believes The universe is a tapestry Not a threa......Read More

...To Dis a Ray Tim felt prismatic and took off his polychrome Ray Bans He had to revisit his novella and needed undistorted vision To sort out gems from false gold and writer’s confusion ......Read More

...~Once upon a rhyme, many years ago~ a charm of wordsmiths gathered on an emerald mountain took dreamy strolls on piney paths along its golden crown dipped their wits and winsome in a pastel paint......Read More

...I'm Bald headed-have piss yellow teeth don't use balm or whiteners to appear young again every scar is a jagged path to a novella called living. Cursed and blessed with a good heart wild horse ......Read More

...Underneath the red umbrella, my Johnny stole a kiss from me, so I felt like Cinderella, for like a handsome prince was he. Despite the cold, I melted when underneath the red umbrella, Johnny ......Read More

...Resolute and prepared, yet dubious and unsure As my feet make their way to the sight they so adore You brush your hair aside, as the twinkle in your eyes A charming smile and subtle flush, greet m......Read More

...Saul’s twinkling eyes took it all in – the platinum hair framing a first-class face, the silvery sheath dress wrapped around a figure that was out of sight, but in plain view. She was definitely the ......Read More

...the rapture of a souls song plays out inside the mind as she sits quietly reading in a late fall moonlight trading the falling leaves for the keys to the kingdom of pain she scours the printed pag......Read More

...Beatrice: Tu miri a la funestia de l'austeria commistion de l'invidia e d'acerbe quando crescer non vive e pur ingeria: principia sono ......Read More

...One day I wish to know, as the scars of devils do, when your eyes, married to the auburn fox, will remove their pantheon of petrified ghosts and lay with me once again. Lay with me again ......Read More

...her opulent presence is beautifully crafted on the night of the mind her tattooed form elegantly painted sensitively but oh so erotically lip rings and candy necklace feast for the lusts but she......Read More

...Endow my being with ecstacy and mystic tonight dazzle my psychology with your fine art and experience forever to possess my mind like a wight promise with every nerve that your life and mine wil......Read More

...I'm the One to who you should pray; I'm the Voice that shall never fade away, I'm the Daemon that haunts your 3am sleep, I'm the Whisper that eases your weep... And in this novella, your lissom......Read More