Narrative Poems
#narrative
Narrative poetry is a style of poetry which tells a story. Narrative poems aim to draw the reader into the imagination of the author, to immerse them in the story being told. Narrative poems are usually written in metered verse, but do not have to follow any particular rhythmic pattern.
it_lord
Poem Published
28th Feb 2021 8:46am
28th Feb 2021 8:46am
Untitled Story (Part IV)
Xavier and Yves stood close to the object and the old man started enunciating his command to them.
“I need you to carry me, I mean carry this monitor to a spot in the village and for that I will reward you with money. How about one hundred Francs for each and every step?” Asked the old man.
“You have got yourself a deal.”
As Yves held the monitor in his arms he felt the supportable hotness of it.
“I need you to carry me, I mean carry this monitor to a spot in the village and for that I will reward you with money. How about one hundred Francs for each and every step?” Asked the old man.
“You have got yourself a deal.”
As Yves held the monitor in his arms he felt the supportable hotness of it.
#fiction
#narrative
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ANATNOM_GNIREFFUS
Poem Published
27th Feb 2021 7:58pm
27th Feb 2021 7:58pm
Bar and Lanes on Main
He walked into the old bar on Main,
and he sat down at the counter.
The server had gone out to smoke,
it was just a man and his feelings there.
In the same old empty building where-
he once used to drink away his pain.
In the corner was an ancient pool table,
with scratched up felt and worn wood-
where he once played billiards with pals.
He was more aged now, a few years late;
and in his contemplation, a heavy sigh.
The white-shirt server came in the side,
and quickly opened up his eyes.
"Haven't seen you here in ages! My, my." ...
and he sat down at the counter.
The server had gone out to smoke,
it was just a man and his feelings there.
In the same old empty building where-
he once used to drink away his pain.
In the corner was an ancient pool table,
with scratched up felt and worn wood-
where he once played billiards with pals.
He was more aged now, a few years late;
and in his contemplation, a heavy sigh.
The white-shirt server came in the side,
and quickly opened up his eyes.
"Haven't seen you here in ages! My, my." ...
#narrative
#dialogue
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it_lord
Poem Published
26th Feb 2021 6:33pm
26th Feb 2021 6:33pm
Untitled Story (Part III)
Xavier and Yves looked at each other confused.
“Should we trust him? What if he could suck us inside that box of his and keep us trapped?” Questioned Xavier.
“That is unlikely to happen. Don’t you think he would have already done that if he could?”
Replied Yves and confidently approached the box. To that, Xavier had no choice but to agree.
The box was nothing like they had seen before. It was screaming sophistication and very futuristic.
“Should we trust him? What if he could suck us inside that box of his and keep us trapped?” Questioned Xavier.
“That is unlikely to happen. Don’t you think he would have already done that if he could?”
Replied Yves and confidently approached the box. To that, Xavier had no choice but to agree.
The box was nothing like they had seen before. It was screaming sophistication and very futuristic.
#fiction
#narrative
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it_lord
Poem Published
24th Feb 2021 7:29pm
24th Feb 2021 7:29pm
Untitled Story (Part II)
As they continued walking, a box shaped object with a screen had become noticeable in front of them. It was as if somebody had intentionally put it there. As they came close to it and all of a sudden, the screen had come on and a face had appeared. It was of an old man, he had wrinkles and short white hair.
“Come close, don’t be afraid.” He said in an authoritative manner.
“Come close, don’t be afraid.” He said in an authoritative manner.
#fiction
#narrative
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Grace
Idryad
Idryad
Poem Published
24th Feb 2021 3:34am
24th Feb 2021 3:34am
Mangoes
walking across brooks
wet coldness to her thighs
pebbles under her feet
standing on grass
tickling her toes
a bright lady bug
ripe mangoes
hanging down
heavy on the branches
she plucked one
peeled and bite
juice to her chin
wet coldness to her thighs
pebbles under her feet
standing on grass
tickling her toes
a bright lady bug
ripe mangoes
hanging down
heavy on the branches
she plucked one
peeled and bite
juice to her chin
#fiction
#narrative
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Grace
Idryad
Idryad
Poem Published
24th Feb 2021 3:32am
24th Feb 2021 3:32am
The Dead Remembered
She remembered the hiding place
where she met her soulmate
the little hut at the cove
he had promised to wait
until she graduated
but he disappeared
she mourned him
and grieved for years
until she knew he had died
the sea roared angry
that day, his boat capsized
he drowned before saying goodbye
where she met her soulmate
the little hut at the cove
he had promised to wait
until she graduated
but he disappeared
she mourned him
and grieved for years
until she knew he had died
the sea roared angry
that day, his boat capsized
he drowned before saying goodbye
#fiction
#narrative
#prose
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it_lord
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2021 3:59pm
22nd Feb 2021 3:59pm
Untitled Story (Part I)
A ruthless eagle was piercing the vast blue sky which had no uniquely shaped cloud. Down on the ground and in a distance, Xavier and Yves were slowly walking. Xavier looked a little tired whereas Yves seemed more ruthless and determined than the eagle.
Nothing was in the horizon. On the side of the road there was cactus trees which bared green and not yet ripe prickly pears. Temperature was high.
“Stay strong, Xavier, I have a strong feeling that soon enough, we are going to reach our destination.” Said Yves with an optimistic tone and gave Xavier a pat on the back.
Nothing was in the horizon. On the side of the road there was cactus trees which bared green and not yet ripe prickly pears. Temperature was high.
“Stay strong, Xavier, I have a strong feeling that soon enough, we are going to reach our destination.” Said Yves with an optimistic tone and gave Xavier a pat on the back.
#fiction
#narrative
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Kinkpoet
Poem Published
27th Jan 2021 4:01pm
27th Jan 2021 4:01pm
Local Pub
alone
he enters the
privileged
atmosphere
cigarette haze
thick with laughter
punctuated by
fat silences
communal intoxication
boisterous banter
background of hushed intimacies
in darker corners
clink of cheap glassware
clang of silverware
fragrances of overused frying oil
and stale beer
wood smoldering
in corner hearth
provides
minimal warmth
would-be
rockstar
plucks notes on
untuned instrument
would-be
groupie
swoons and...
he enters the
privileged
atmosphere
cigarette haze
thick with laughter
punctuated by
fat silences
communal intoxication
boisterous banter
background of hushed intimacies
in darker corners
clink of cheap glassware
clang of silverware
fragrances of overused frying oil
and stale beer
wood smoldering
in corner hearth
provides
minimal warmth
would-be
rockstar
plucks notes on
untuned instrument
would-be
groupie
swoons and...
#friendship
#narrative
#nostalgia
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TheOralizer
Poem Published
21st Jan 2021 2:22pm
21st Jan 2021 2:22pm
POETRY ON MY MIND
THINKING
I got up this morning
With poetry on my mind,
So I sat right down
And wrote the first line.
I am not writing poetry
To see a book on a shelf;
I write for one reason
And that's to please myself.
I got up this morning
To face another day;
The words of my poetry
Started me on the right way.
I do not expect or need
The applause of men;
I have unlimited words
That are my best friends.
"What are you thinking?"
I am asked many times,
My answer to simple:
"I have...
I got up this morning
With poetry on my mind,
So I sat right down
And wrote the first line.
I am not writing poetry
To see a book on a shelf;
I write for one reason
And that's to please myself.
I got up this morning
To face another day;
The words of my poetry
Started me on the right way.
I do not expect or need
The applause of men;
I have unlimited words
That are my best friends.
"What are you thinking?"
I am asked many times,
My answer to simple:
"I have...
#motivational
#inspirational
#narrative
#lyrics
#confessional
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Ashley_M_Hardy
Poem Published
15th Jan 2021 4:18pm
15th Jan 2021 4:18pm
No title yet
#politics
#LGBT
#narrative
50 reads
2 Comments
Stoney223
Poem Published
14th Jan 2021 00:03am
14th Jan 2021 00:03am
TO UNDERSTAND WHICH WE SEE
They say that from the very beginning of our lives, we are nothing more than an imaginary image. Planted as an seed in the womb of our mother, as an seed from our father an combination of deep passionate love. For even as we grew as seed into a baby into a child, and evolve into an creation of life we are mutual beings apart of one another. The same blood line that starts our own tree of life as an a FAMILY. For as in life we will encounter situations of hurt, yet we must observe what cause the hurt, along with the inner pain. For everything that we shall go through, there are something's are...
#narrative
#LifeChangingMoment
#learning
#philosophical
#StreamOfConsciousness
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Stoney223
Poem Published
8th Jan 2021 11:38pm
8th Jan 2021 11:38pm
THE ROAD NEVER ENDS
Through my mere existence within this journey known as life, I have traveled through the deepest muddy waters, even through hell and back. But yet somewhere between the symmetries of lines I always, find thyself wondering upon this dark and cold and lonely road. Silently wondering within the depth of the darkness, searching for what I don't know nor do I remember, the reason why I am here upon this road walking like an silhouette shadow like a shadow walking in the dark. Yet within this transcending moment where realms of the unknown, combine with the reality of thought creating visions of...
#narrative
#TruthOfLife
#dialogue
#philosophical
#StreamOfConsciousness
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