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.
Em-ily
Poem Published
13th Nov 2022 4:20am
13th Nov 2022 4:20am
Well that's An Interesting Article
Well, this is more or less the picture. The election was small, they were building a close, very dear gate, where an old woman, thinly housecoated and bespectacled, walking in as I was leaving. We exchanged a word or two about the books. She muttered "It is a sad thing," and I saluted her noncommittally with a nod and a grunt, then departed. While there, he admired a trio of queer teenage girls passing by, his eyes widening. "It's Jesus," all bright-eyed and smiling, hoping to catch sight of me, to which I, in motion, sharply executing half a willow, headed in their direction (he turned from...
#narrative
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I_IS_ME
Poem Published
10th Nov 2022 9:09pm
10th Nov 2022 9:09pm
Bumping Gums
It ain't bout a rep, bout a rep yall
It ain't bout a rep, bout a rep yall
Watch me fucking step. I'm bout to step yall
Watch me fucking step, I'm bout to step yall
Bitches fronting mansions but ain't nothing but shit houses made of glass
Watch me step off of this curb and dead into this bitches ass
Fronting all hard, fucking chest all swole
That's how EMS is gonna ship his ass, laid out all swole
You want some of this but bitch you're not sure
Just how far will this motherfucker go, bitch you're not sure
Will I catch you over at...
It ain't bout a rep, bout a rep yall
Watch me fucking step. I'm bout to step yall
Watch me fucking step, I'm bout to step yall
Bitches fronting mansions but ain't nothing but shit houses made of glass
Watch me step off of this curb and dead into this bitches ass
Fronting all hard, fucking chest all swole
That's how EMS is gonna ship his ass, laid out all swole
You want some of this but bitch you're not sure
Just how far will this motherfucker go, bitch you're not sure
Will I catch you over at...
#narrative
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I_IS_ME
Poem Published
6th Nov 2022 8:06pm
6th Nov 2022 8:06pm
Dandelion Pappus
One among many but so unlike all of the rest
Why should this particular flower on this particular hill stand out from the rest
The odds are astronomical, the answer is anyone's guess
The only thing that's of certainty is the pain I've been taught to digest
Planted by fate in soil that rejected me
Ordered fed and nourished by a sun that neglected me
Weather battered, isolated, I was expected to fend for self
While all the others were wanted and picked, I was the only one left
My remaining petals were weather beaten, I looked as of last season...
Why should this particular flower on this particular hill stand out from the rest
The odds are astronomical, the answer is anyone's guess
The only thing that's of certainty is the pain I've been taught to digest
Planted by fate in soil that rejected me
Ordered fed and nourished by a sun that neglected me
Weather battered, isolated, I was expected to fend for self
While all the others were wanted and picked, I was the only one left
My remaining petals were weather beaten, I looked as of last season...
#narrative
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I_IS_ME
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2022 9:08pm
2nd Nov 2022 9:08pm
Real Talk
I do what I do and it's all for yall
Gave him two to the chest and the problem was solved
With no jersey on my back and no nikes on my feet
I don't run with no pack, because I know the streets
The few that I fuck with are real motherfuckers
They logically look at shit, fuck being someone's sucker
I mean these bitches can walk up into any fucking block
Hell give them two weeks and they'll have shit on lock
I'm not talking corner block, but take it that way if you must
Let's find out who's running shit and who do they trust
If the...
Gave him two to the chest and the problem was solved
With no jersey on my back and no nikes on my feet
I don't run with no pack, because I know the streets
The few that I fuck with are real motherfuckers
They logically look at shit, fuck being someone's sucker
I mean these bitches can walk up into any fucking block
Hell give them two weeks and they'll have shit on lock
I'm not talking corner block, but take it that way if you must
Let's find out who's running shit and who do they trust
If the...
#fiction
#narrative
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I_IS_ME
Poem Published
29th Oct 2022 4:49am
29th Oct 2022 4:49am
Bender
A pussy to me ain't nothing but a gut
A hole to run up in and bust a nut
Keep all hands on the table and watch the cut
Nobody's gonna buy this shit if you don't watch the cut
Just pull his young ass off the court and show him how we get down
Put his ass in the middle of a circle and beat him down
When he raises up, he's jumped in
He'll never need, we're his family and friends
But to have this comes with a price
It might cost your freedom or maybe your life
But if you ever want to be hood fucking rich
Don't mind putting in...
A hole to run up in and bust a nut
Keep all hands on the table and watch the cut
Nobody's gonna buy this shit if you don't watch the cut
Just pull his young ass off the court and show him how we get down
Put his ass in the middle of a circle and beat him down
When he raises up, he's jumped in
He'll never need, we're his family and friends
But to have this comes with a price
It might cost your freedom or maybe your life
But if you ever want to be hood fucking rich
Don't mind putting in...
#narrative
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I_IS_ME
Poem Published
29th Oct 2022 4:28am
29th Oct 2022 4:28am
f**kboy
Punk pussy pushing bitches speaking to a man like a boy
Motherfuckers wanna know why you went there boy
Shit I absorb flows like a motherfucking kotex
That's until your shit spills over, then I go straight for the neck
The jugular is a vein, I need that carotid artery
A simple nick and shit has been fixed, spraying like Persian missile artillary
Don't cry bitch, you're not the only one that can spit
Wait a minute while I roll this shit and take me a hit
Purp twisted, sipping on some fucking lean
My boy, Raw Dawg, came through with that...
Motherfuckers wanna know why you went there boy
Shit I absorb flows like a motherfucking kotex
That's until your shit spills over, then I go straight for the neck
The jugular is a vein, I need that carotid artery
A simple nick and shit has been fixed, spraying like Persian missile artillary
Don't cry bitch, you're not the only one that can spit
Wait a minute while I roll this shit and take me a hit
Purp twisted, sipping on some fucking lean
My boy, Raw Dawg, came through with that...
#drugs
#narrative
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Callistoxo
Callisto
Callisto
Poem Published
29th Oct 2022 00:00am
29th Oct 2022 00:00am
Kingdom come
I’m done, my story is over.
My vision blurs as I try to open my eyes. I can’t feel the excruciating burning pain
I last remember. Am I dead? The blinding light around me slowly fades until I can see. I take a deep breath, still lying on the floor, and observe my surroundings.
I lie in my small damp bathroom; the windows fog hiding the depressing outside of my apartment. The exposed skin on my legs and arms reacts to the cold tile. The same tile I died on tonight.
I focus on the red glowing mist falling into the ceiling. It presses out of my wrists...
My vision blurs as I try to open my eyes. I can’t feel the excruciating burning pain
I last remember. Am I dead? The blinding light around me slowly fades until I can see. I take a deep breath, still lying on the floor, and observe my surroundings.
I lie in my small damp bathroom; the windows fog hiding the depressing outside of my apartment. The exposed skin on my legs and arms reacts to the cold tile. The same tile I died on tonight.
I focus on the red glowing mist falling into the ceiling. It presses out of my wrists...
#suicide
#angels
#fiction #narrative
#fiction #narrative
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I_IS_ME
Poem Published
11th Oct 2022 5:48pm
11th Oct 2022 5:48pm
The Heist
The virus provided the cover, somebody's gotta love COVID
With N95 mask and rubber gloves on, what the fuck can be hid
Double L came up with part of the plan, motherfuckers needed to hit a safe
I came up with the other half, a bitch needed to get away safe
First things first my boy Lil Runt got a hold of a police auction Crown Vic
This bitch has got to be hot, that's part of the fucking trick
Big Pearl, Little Runt's cousin worked over at a dry cleaner
hard hitting bitch, they didn't come any meaner
She drinks and smokes our shit, so you...
With N95 mask and rubber gloves on, what the fuck can be hid
Double L came up with part of the plan, motherfuckers needed to hit a safe
I came up with the other half, a bitch needed to get away safe
First things first my boy Lil Runt got a hold of a police auction Crown Vic
This bitch has got to be hot, that's part of the fucking trick
Big Pearl, Little Runt's cousin worked over at a dry cleaner
hard hitting bitch, they didn't come any meaner
She drinks and smokes our shit, so you...
#narrative
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
7th Oct 2022 00:29am
7th Oct 2022 00:29am
Run All Night
I ran, and ran until I couldn’t run any more
Until I got to foothills that lead to a mountain pass
From there I could see the city had been bombarded
And some areas had been taken out by a blast
At dusk I saw a drone flying high above me
Against the darkening sky and a crescent moon
Suddenly I heard noises and hid by some brushes
But within minutes I was surrounded by a platoon
I was captured but upon seeing my wounds they halted
One of the markings on my neck meant it was some rank
They re-bandaged me and brought to one...
Until I got to foothills that lead to a mountain pass
From there I could see the city had been bombarded
And some areas had been taken out by a blast
At dusk I saw a drone flying high above me
Against the darkening sky and a crescent moon
Suddenly I heard noises and hid by some brushes
But within minutes I was surrounded by a platoon
I was captured but upon seeing my wounds they halted
One of the markings on my neck meant it was some rank
They re-bandaged me and brought to one...
#identity
#narrative
#WritingPoetry #mystery
#WritingPoetry #mystery
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
6th Oct 2022 1:22am
6th Oct 2022 1:22am
Run All Day
I woke up with blood on my hands and blood on my face
My head is semi-bandaged and I’ve been stabbed in the eye
My body is hurting like I’ve been beaten by many
I can’t remember anything but I keep asking myself, who am I?
Then I notice there is a body lying lifeless on the floor
I feel myself getting tense from this odd situation
The lights overhead are intermittent and humming
I think I’ve been beat badly for some interrogation
The room is dank and cold and the steel door looks heavy
Then I hear footstep approaching from the...
My head is semi-bandaged and I’ve been stabbed in the eye
My body is hurting like I’ve been beaten by many
I can’t remember anything but I keep asking myself, who am I?
Then I notice there is a body lying lifeless on the floor
I feel myself getting tense from this odd situation
The lights overhead are intermittent and humming
I think I’ve been beat badly for some interrogation
The room is dank and cold and the steel door looks heavy
Then I hear footstep approaching from the...
#identity
#narrative
#WritingPoetry #mystery
#WritingPoetry #mystery
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Rew
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2022 9:13am
2nd Oct 2022 9:13am
Thoughts from a broad
It's kinda placid down on land
just this sussering bee-like breeze,
a peace rarely felt by humans
except in silent, deep-sleep, dreams.
The dust dims the glare of sun-beams
but the twinkle of ancient stars
at night, here, bright as silvered steel
I'm privileged to be here, on Mars.
But, in our Habs, our own tin cans
noise of bedlam reigns supreme,
squawking DSN's from Maven
and various rovers compete
with the L.S. and my noisy team
and gurgles from the hydroponic farms ...
just this sussering bee-like breeze,
a peace rarely felt by humans
except in silent, deep-sleep, dreams.
The dust dims the glare of sun-beams
but the twinkle of ancient stars
at night, here, bright as silvered steel
I'm privileged to be here, on Mars.
But, in our Habs, our own tin cans
noise of bedlam reigns supreme,
squawking DSN's from Maven
and various rovers compete
with the L.S. and my noisy team
and gurgles from the hydroponic farms ...
#rhyming
#narrative
#WritingPoetry
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Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
1st Oct 2022 6:42pm
1st Oct 2022 6:42pm
The Age of Intellectualism
Finally, A.I.
eclipsed mankind's brainpower;
gave efficiency.
At first, things were great—
tackling Herculean tasks
saving us much time.
Then, disaster struck:
remarkable robots spawned
superior young.
Over time, things changed.
Each generation smarter—
vanquishing us all.
eclipsed mankind's brainpower;
gave efficiency.
At first, things were great—
tackling Herculean tasks
saving us much time.
Then, disaster struck:
remarkable robots spawned
superior young.
Over time, things changed.
Each generation smarter—
vanquishing us all.
#technology
#science
#fiction
#narrative
#dystopian
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DU Poetry : Narrative Poems
