dashing poetry

"Teacher Zhu, the retake student from your class has arrived." When the security guard brought Chen Nan to the entrance of Class One in the third grade, Zhu Keren's beautiful eyes instantly revealed a look of disbelief, but more than that, there was panic and unease. She hadn't expected that the young man she had encountered on the bus would turn out to be a student in her class. This made her scalp tingle, and she felt almost suffocated. After all, she was an advanced teacher at the school, whose reputation and teaching ability were well recognized. Yet previously, she had behaved like a slut, taking the initiative to grab Chen Nan's vital part, even seeking pleasure in her own private area.

its anything that you want it to be its meant for your feelings to just let lose

I hope you read, and when you read I hope you find that aching- that longing in you. I hope to light a spark of love in everyone who reads me, that will forge a fire of self love- together we can raise Mother Earth higher.

This is my first poetry to my BFF, written on March 7th, 2023. Peach blossom bloomed as gorgeous as bloom rain By: Amoureax Amant Peach blossom bloomed as gorgeous as bloom rain, at branch in full peach blossom on mountain, but left tree branch with wind through amber lake, toward fragrant sea like drifting snowflake. Just left when butterfly danced through peach tree, just left when hummingbird echoed with bee, when rising sun turned dark cloud peach blossom, when drifting rain fell from misty cloud dome. What if peach blossom stayed till September, peach blossom might neither dance through water, nor travel with light breeze through small arbor, toward vast sea like boat sailed from harbor. What if peach asked of peach blossom's journey, here's the answer, freer than in valley.

A collection of poems that I enjoy. Some are poems; some are quotes. They aren't mine--all credit where credit is due. There's no actual lead or genre since there isn't a true plot.

This is my second poetry to my BFF, written on October 28th, 2023. I envied redwood stretched toward heaven By: Amoureax Amant I envied redwood stretched toward heaven, whose branch in branch like hand in cloud ocean, whose leaves like thread weaved curtain covered sky, whose spot like stage light lit for butterfly. I envied stray bird hummed with bugs echo, whose siren song spread through redwood shadow, whose feather swirled like lone-drifting snowflake, whose wings like flash slipped through green amber lake. I envied cowboy rode through siren sight, whose horse ran on green sea plain at twilight, whose gun aimed at wild deer in green forest, whose bonfire cooked deer meat in light gauze mist. I envied fish blew bubble in amber, whose bubble bloomed as gorgeous as flower.

Where there is sadness, happiness, or emotions, There is blue.

It's just poetry I wanted to share with you

The Man With The Dashing Back is a touching romance story about love, friendship, deception, and the pain of hidden truths. Stella is a hardworking woman determined to build her future. She had hoped to find a job to support Peter, the man she had always known as a humble provision store owner. But when she unexpectedly becomes his personal secretary at Mars Corporation, she is stunned to discover that Peter is not who she thought he was. He is, in fact, the CEO of one of the most powerful corporations in Abuja. As Stella learns the truth, she feels hurt, angry, and confused by her strong feelings for Peter. Did he hide his wealth to test her love, or was he just trying to protect her? Peter truly loves Stella, but his lies might have made him lose her forever. Now, he’s ready to do whatever it takes to win her back, but will she ever forgive him for breaking her trust? In The Man With The Dashing Back, enjoy a story filled with passion, heartache, and the complexity of love, where trust and forgiveness are put to the ultimate test. Will Stella give Peter a second chance, or has their love already been lost? Find out in this captivating tale of love.

Poetry ••• Aimless. I guess that's what I am. There's no place I'd like to arrive at. So that makes me aimless. My feet start to ache. I don't want to walk anymore. I'm so very tired you see. I'm urged to keep on moving. Even if it's painful. I want to stop and ponder. Maybe think of where I'll end. What will happen if my feet grow roots. They usher me forward. Hands pushing against my back. I don't want to walk anymore. Upon this dusty path. My feet are dirty and tired you see. Good sir, please allow me rest. I'm urged to keep on moving. Regardless of my health. Since they push me to walk forward. I guess that I'll walk sideways. Aimlessly in the dust. I guess that's what I am. Aimless.