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.
Pishashee
Poem Published
17th Sep 2021 7:44pm
17th Sep 2021 7:44pm
I kept blowing my smoke in
his general direction,
he turned and looked at me once,
...and I can't help but keep wonder
how I changed his perspective;
his reality forever altered.
He was ordinary, he was extravagant,
and now he was stoned.
He only turned back around,
climbing higher up the wall.
his general direction,
he turned and looked at me once,
...and I can't help but keep wonder
how I changed his perspective;
his reality forever altered.
He was ordinary, he was extravagant,
and now he was stoned.
He only turned back around,
climbing higher up the wall.
#narrative
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2 Comments
shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
9th Sep 2021 11:35am
9th Sep 2021 11:35am
On the Run
It’s been 15 years since she decided to stand up, and leave. Leave the fist full of rage, and countless days of covering those black & blue bruises that lined her torso, and the random black eyes hidden below the primer, maybelline & concealer.
A rotator cuff severed whilst donning fractures on the entire ribcage. Several broken bones and other fractures that littered her skeletal frame that never quite healed, are a constant reminder to keep herself fit & healthy, and to herself whilst observant and vigilant when navigating her way through society.
...
A rotator cuff severed whilst donning fractures on the entire ribcage. Several broken bones and other fractures that littered her skeletal frame that never quite healed, are a constant reminder to keep herself fit & healthy, and to herself whilst observant and vigilant when navigating her way through society.
...
#narrative
47 reads
4 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
7th Sep 2021 7:03pm
7th Sep 2021 7:03pm
I've Got my Eye on You
You're easy on the eyes
My eye
Abstracting reality
An excuse to engage
Art tells my story
Anything you want to add ?
My eye
Abstracting reality
An excuse to engage
Art tells my story
Anything you want to add ?
#narrative
#SelfReflection
#art #obsession
#art #obsession
66 reads
28 Comments
Pho3nix19xx
Poem Published
31st Aug 2021 2:39pm
31st Aug 2021 2:39pm
Life Dating a Fighter *full series re-post*
Sunday morning begins bright and early. The woman I love lying next to me already awake.
I gaze at her soft skin and smile. I wonder how a woman so beautiful could ever be mine.
When she opens her eyes, I kiss her soft-spoken lips, and tell her she's perfect.
But this week 'perfect' means something else...something that hundreds will have seen, though merely a select few will ever know...
This week is unlike but a few weeks a year....
This week is FIGHT WEEK!!!
I watch her strong, muscular silhouetted figure start to pack for the...
I gaze at her soft skin and smile. I wonder how a woman so beautiful could ever be mine.
When she opens her eyes, I kiss her soft-spoken lips, and tell her she's perfect.
But this week 'perfect' means something else...something that hundreds will have seen, though merely a select few will ever know...
This week is unlike but a few weeks a year....
This week is FIGHT WEEK!!!
I watch her strong, muscular silhouetted figure start to pack for the...
#girlfriend
#narrative
#prose #sports
#prose #sports
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TheOralizer
Poem Published
22nd Aug 2021 9:28pm
22nd Aug 2021 9:28pm
I'M NOT MY POEMS
IRONY
I find it interesting
and somewhat intriguing
and certainly educational
that some readers equate
what I write--subject matter--
with who and what I am
as a real live person.
If I write about fidelity
problems I must be having
relationship issues or problems.
If I write about bisexual, gay,
or other gender issues,
I must be a member of
those groups. If I write
about politics, I must
be affiliated with such
and such party;
if I touch on moral or
religious issues I must
be in a cult or...
I find it interesting
and somewhat intriguing
and certainly educational
that some readers equate
what I write--subject matter--
with who and what I am
as a real live person.
If I write about fidelity
problems I must be having
relationship issues or problems.
If I write about bisexual, gay,
or other gender issues,
I must be a member of
those groups. If I write
about politics, I must
be affiliated with such
and such party;
if I touch on moral or
religious issues I must
be in a cult or...
#motivational
#inspirational
#fiction
#narrative
#historical
90 reads
17 Comments
archie23
Poem Published
16th Aug 2021 10:47am
16th Aug 2021 10:47am
[THE BLACK VIOLENCE]
The black violence
screams rage within silence
of fury
screams rage within silence
of fury
#motivational
#inspirational
#narrative
37 reads
5 Comments
mantisdeer
Poem Published
26th Jul 2021 1:54am
26th Jul 2021 1:54am
I Caught You!
It’s almost dark.
You’re weeping
-or sleeping-
for your friend
who just
passed
you by.
Between the shadows
of your bookshelf
of doubt
I truth in wait
for when to
strike.
A pit viper
daring
to con Vicks and
soothe you
eternal;
rubbing
the grease
into
your skin.
You’re weeping
-or sleeping-
for your friend
who just
passed
you by.
Between the shadows
of your bookshelf
of doubt
I truth in wait
for when to
strike.
A pit viper
daring
to con Vicks and
soothe you
eternal;
rubbing
the grease
into
your skin.
#evil
#spiritual
#narrative
#funny
#TruthOfLife
65 reads
2 Comments
Write-On
Poem Published
25th Jul 2021 9:27pm
25th Jul 2021 9:27pm
Field Report
I know he's 7,000!" Marjorie laughed, "And every time the Frenchman Wich Crosspach makes it, he'll agree with you!"
"777 gggg 2 2 2 2 2 !!!!!!!!!! Mary Chocolate's eyes widened. Her face open, her eyes flashing brightly, the sky was blue and the beautiful sun was shining with the birds as they ran and looked around.
So Marjorie took the 7s by surprise and it seemed like there was a lot to do, thought the 7-year-old, and as she turned around, she found that she was standing alone on X stone. The little turtle disappeared with...
"777 gggg 2 2 2 2 2 !!!!!!!!!! Mary Chocolate's eyes widened. Her face open, her eyes flashing brightly, the sky was blue and the beautiful sun was shining with the birds as they ran and looked around.
So Marjorie took the 7s by surprise and it seemed like there was a lot to do, thought the 7-year-old, and as she turned around, she found that she was standing alone on X stone. The little turtle disappeared with...
#narrative
36 reads
BigVirge
Big Virge
Big Virge
Poem Published
16th Jul 2021 2:02am
16th Jul 2021 2:02am
“Creative Explosions” ... A Poem written by Big Virge 30/1/2021
Now Folks I’m NOT JOKING ... !!!
When I Say My Mind’s Flowing ...
With ... Creative Explosions ...
of Wordplay That’s POTENT ... !!!
As Well As MIND BLOWING ... !!!
Like I’ve Said In A Poem ...
That Simply Was Showing ...
That I’m Deep Just Like Oceans ...
When It Comes To The Motions ...
of New World Commotions ... !!!
That Inspire ... EXPLOSIONS ... !!!
And Creations Quoting ...
My Visions And Notions ...
Through Lyrical Potions ...
My Creative Vibes ...
In These Days And Times...
When I Say My Mind’s Flowing ...
With ... Creative Explosions ...
of Wordplay That’s POTENT ... !!!
As Well As MIND BLOWING ... !!!
Like I’ve Said In A Poem ...
That Simply Was Showing ...
That I’m Deep Just Like Oceans ...
When It Comes To The Motions ...
of New World Commotions ... !!!
That Inspire ... EXPLOSIONS ... !!!
And Creations Quoting ...
My Visions And Notions ...
Through Lyrical Potions ...
My Creative Vibes ...
In These Days And Times...
#narrative
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
#StreamOfConsciousness
#pandemic
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APissPoorShaman
Poem Published
17th Jun 2021 2:34am
17th Jun 2021 2:34am
Is it Memorex or is it real
oh how much you must feel
so pompously proud this time
such clever turns of phases
the all and sum of your designs
twisting turning words to rhyme
dissecting re-arranging
you are far to good for grammar
creating a monkey puzzles instead
and people feel so superior
figuring out where you have led
where is the spark and soul
within these twisted phrases
the blood that drips from fingertips
high cost paid upon the pages
instead of...
so pompously proud this time
such clever turns of phases
the all and sum of your designs
twisting turning words to rhyme
dissecting re-arranging
you are far to good for grammar
creating a monkey puzzles instead
and people feel so superior
figuring out where you have led
where is the spark and soul
within these twisted phrases
the blood that drips from fingertips
high cost paid upon the pages
instead of...
#narrative
#parody
#nonfiction
79 reads
0 Comments
The_Silly_Sibyl
Jack Thomas
Jack Thomas
Poem Published
15th Jun 2021 3:18pm
15th Jun 2021 3:18pm
The Widow’s Cock
It seems that life is always fought between
a fox and cock. The latter struts about
his house as King David, his wives arrayed
on beds of hay. The fox, a cunning lout,
requests that King Cock’s rigour be displayed.
A widow, once, was gifted such a cock
and stalked by such a fox. That night she locked
her new monarch inside with his new brides.
The foolish Cock let Noble Fox come in,
and just as Cock’s veins tautened in the shaft
of its long neck, so that music
might issue forth, the fox bit down
and choked the chicken’s warbling. ...
a fox and cock. The latter struts about
his house as King David, his wives arrayed
on beds of hay. The fox, a cunning lout,
requests that King Cock’s rigour be displayed.
A widow, once, was gifted such a cock
and stalked by such a fox. That night she locked
her new monarch inside with his new brides.
The foolish Cock let Noble Fox come in,
and just as Cock’s veins tautened in the shaft
of its long neck, so that music
might issue forth, the fox bit down
and choked the chicken’s warbling. ...
#narrative
62 reads
1 Comment
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
8th Jun 2021 6:58am
8th Jun 2021 6:58am
Stars
I have caught your Arcturus shaped tongue,
familiarised
myself with the taste,
drenched in Sun,
shadow eradicated
remains -
you and I,
no ounce left
equated to gases,
quite burst,
where shadows and polaris dine
before the holy death.
And I
will catch someone new,
like bronchitis,
tie them up,
make a fresh Dogstar,
while you're out there,
legs and arms
hailing light,
sunning in dark.
From late June to December
I'll see you,
first...
familiarised
myself with the taste,
drenched in Sun,
shadow eradicated
remains -
you and I,
no ounce left
equated to gases,
quite burst,
where shadows and polaris dine
before the holy death.
And I
will catch someone new,
like bronchitis,
tie them up,
make a fresh Dogstar,
while you're out there,
legs and arms
hailing light,
sunning in dark.
From late June to December
I'll see you,
first...
#stars
#sky
#fiction #narrative
#fiction #narrative
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DU Poetry : Narrative Poems
