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.
RexDurkin
Poem Published
16th Jun 2019 8:46am
16th Jun 2019 8:46am
Saturday Night Farce
Sitting on the sofa
after a night on the town
We gaze deep in each others eyes
listening to Jackson Browne
We clink our flutes together
as we finish the last drops
Then move into the bedroom
where we both take of our tops
You slowly turn the dimmer switch
to make a sexy mood
And slip out of your mini skirt
so you are in the nude
I'm pulling down my black jeans
on the side of our queen bed
When I accidentally fall right off
and...
after a night on the town
We gaze deep in each others eyes
listening to Jackson Browne
We clink our flutes together
as we finish the last drops
Then move into the bedroom
where we both take of our tops
You slowly turn the dimmer switch
to make a sexy mood
And slip out of your mini skirt
so you are in the nude
I'm pulling down my black jeans
on the side of our queen bed
When I accidentally fall right off
and...
#love
#girlfriend
#rhyming
#narrative
#funny
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BeginningPoet
Poem Published
14th Jun 2019 10:04am
14th Jun 2019 10:04am
Writing
I pick you up
like a loving thought,
to be brought to life,
to be held, nurtured,
back and forth
from mind to paper,
wrapping myself around you
holding, waiting,
speak now,
justify my needs,
I will undo myself
and find new words
over and over again.
like a loving thought,
to be brought to life,
to be held, nurtured,
back and forth
from mind to paper,
wrapping myself around you
holding, waiting,
speak now,
justify my needs,
I will undo myself
and find new words
over and over again.
#narrative
#FreeVerse
#uplifting
#minimalist
#metaphor
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AaHarvey
Poem Published
12th Jun 2019 6:08pm
12th Jun 2019 6:08pm
Terabithia
The grief of loss, when death is the cost,
Is soul destroying, when you know they are gone.
We used to cross the water together;
We ran so fast in any weather.
We will have our place, forever and ever
And nothing will replace those memories.
We built a bridge to cross the river.
We created a land called Terabithia
And now I walk here with my sister,
Where once upon a time my love walked with me;
Now I only miss her.
I haven’t cried this hard in ages.
It breaks my heart to turn the pages.
I want to see...
Is soul destroying, when you know they are gone.
We used to cross the water together;
We ran so fast in any weather.
We will have our place, forever and ever
And nothing will replace those memories.
We built a bridge to cross the river.
We created a land called Terabithia
And now I walk here with my sister,
Where once upon a time my love walked with me;
Now I only miss her.
I haven’t cried this hard in ages.
It breaks my heart to turn the pages.
I want to see...
#grief
#death
#narrative
#memories
#PopCulture
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inechoingsilence
Bumped 11th Jun 2019 2:30am
2nd Jun 2019 7:01pm
2nd Jun 2019 7:01pm
Culinary School Lessons for Life
Sweet Sixteen in 1994, what a cosmic joke
I was a girl in worlds that hated my existence
Especially two white-pride boys, top of school society
We all went to school together, then vo-tech
I was far more intelligent, strike one for me
A girl who didn’t fall for their charm, strike two
Semitic in a world of Aryans, strike three
The first two strikes were easily evaded
But the last one nearly cost me my life twice
Sixteen and studying to be a chef
Girl in a man’s world, already despised
Bad enough I saw them in academics ...
I was a girl in worlds that hated my existence
Especially two white-pride boys, top of school society
We all went to school together, then vo-tech
I was far more intelligent, strike one for me
A girl who didn’t fall for their charm, strike two
Semitic in a world of Aryans, strike three
The first two strikes were easily evaded
But the last one nearly cost me my life twice
Sixteen and studying to be a chef
Girl in a man’s world, already despised
Bad enough I saw them in academics ...
#religion
#narrative
#TruthOfLife #nonfiction
#TruthOfLife #nonfiction
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8 Comments
Joseph-Zenieh
Poem Published
10th Jun 2019 2:39pm
10th Jun 2019 2:39pm
THE STUPID MOUSE
THE STUPID MOUSE
A tiger cub was shy and dull.
A mouse assisted him to gain
the courage that all tigers owned
to get the name he should attain.
It taught him how to swim and climb
high mountains and to reach the peak,
to be so bold, to be so strong,
and when in hunger what to seek.
The tiger got so bold and strong
and held the post through what it taught.
He started to despise his friends,
and his foes with great fear were fraught.
One day, he was with hunger struck.
He looked around for what...
A tiger cub was shy and dull.
A mouse assisted him to gain
the courage that all tigers owned
to get the name he should attain.
It taught him how to swim and climb
high mountains and to reach the peak,
to be so bold, to be so strong,
and when in hunger what to seek.
The tiger got so bold and strong
and held the post through what it taught.
He started to despise his friends,
and his foes with great fear were fraught.
One day, he was with hunger struck.
He looked around for what...
#narrative
36 reads
4 Comments
PhantomPhace
Poem Published
9th Jun 2019 1:27pm
9th Jun 2019 1:27pm
happy family stories
Happy family stories
are linear narratives
handed down to us
by keepers of myth
(for susceptible kids).
I, after years
of forced observation,
pushed face to face
to stare in wonder at my failings
and destructions, see
the long-form cycle
(always obscuring the other hemisphere)
that I am.
I was built to walk alone
to keep walking
until my death.
Every turn and every failure
I plunge deeper
sculpt an image
to bring to the surface
(it's hard to do),
and if...
are linear narratives
handed down to us
by keepers of myth
(for susceptible kids).
I, after years
of forced observation,
pushed face to face
to stare in wonder at my failings
and destructions, see
the long-form cycle
(always obscuring the other hemisphere)
that I am.
I was built to walk alone
to keep walking
until my death.
Every turn and every failure
I plunge deeper
sculpt an image
to bring to the surface
(it's hard to do),
and if...
#depression
#narrative
#LifeCycle #culture
#LifeCycle #culture
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3 Comments
Taurek
Poem Published
7th Jun 2019 3:03am
7th Jun 2019 3:03am
Slugs Sliding Through the Sea
You put aside Bukowski for McKagan and
Steve Jones because it’s written all
Over every wall and as far as I’m
Concerned it’s enough already
The sky doesn’t stay blue and
The stars don’t always
Shine at night and
It was time to see
What happens
Next
Steve Jones because it’s written all
Over every wall and as far as I’m
Concerned it’s enough already
The sky doesn’t stay blue and
The stars don’t always
Shine at night and
It was time to see
What happens
Next
#sea
#alcohol
#narrative
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
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2 Comments
Moonfire-Lark
Poem Published
4th Jun 2019 8:53pm
4th Jun 2019 8:53pm
The Telling Of The Tale, Part Two
There are crimes hidden in the story
That's been forgotten in the songs
As a crowd laid out their declarations
And time ticks by for far too long
To peak the interest of the day
Have you no interest too?
An enclave held the weirding ways
That would get us locked up like fools
There's a proud man held within glory
To stroke his ego as he carries on
And it's alright to be popular
But the way he carries himself is wrong
As we find a way to carry on
That's been forgotten in the songs
As a crowd laid out their declarations
And time ticks by for far too long
To peak the interest of the day
Have you no interest too?
An enclave held the weirding ways
That would get us locked up like fools
There's a proud man held within glory
To stroke his ego as he carries on
And it's alright to be popular
But the way he carries himself is wrong
As we find a way to carry on
#narrative
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
24th May 2019 2:52pm
24th May 2019 2:52pm
The Other David and Goliath
Goliath, the paranoid dyslexic ephelant
Was stomping through the forest one day,
Taking a stroll down the trail in the woods,
Minding his business going about his way.
But in that spaced out peanut brain of his,
He did not notice an anthill in the road,
He stepped on it not becoming aware of,
The destruction he had just bestowed.
An army of ants came out of the flattened hill,
Mad as hell screaming "let’s go to war”
He'd destroyed their home and didn’t notice it,
It’s time for payback like never before.
So the next morning all the...
Was stomping through the forest one day,
Taking a stroll down the trail in the woods,
Minding his business going about his way.
But in that spaced out peanut brain of his,
He did not notice an anthill in the road,
He stepped on it not becoming aware of,
The destruction he had just bestowed.
An army of ants came out of the flattened hill,
Mad as hell screaming "let’s go to war”
He'd destroyed their home and didn’t notice it,
It’s time for payback like never before.
So the next morning all the...
#courage
#narrative
#funny
68 reads
2 Comments
shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
19th May 2019 7:21pm
19th May 2019 7:21pm
3am
I suddenly wake to the dog barking ferociously, and the cats are both inside, and neither of my children are home with me at the moment.
I reach underneath my pillow searching for the revolver and it slides down the back of the bed, and my heart is racing 100 miles an hour.
Meanwhile, the dog starts snarling and I hear twigs snapping just outside my window, so I stand up swiftly, and feel along the top of my wardrobe to acquire the glock.
When you live on acreage beyond the perimeters of suburbia, and your closest next door neighbor is...
I reach underneath my pillow searching for the revolver and it slides down the back of the bed, and my heart is racing 100 miles an hour.
Meanwhile, the dog starts snarling and I hear twigs snapping just outside my window, so I stand up swiftly, and feel along the top of my wardrobe to acquire the glock.
When you live on acreage beyond the perimeters of suburbia, and your closest next door neighbor is...
#narrative
102 reads
7 Comments
AaHarvey
Poem Published
18th May 2019 10:14am
18th May 2019 10:14am
The remains of my heart
In your arms…Edenheart.
Fire heart or ice cold.
A soothing sooth finds a way to soothe,
You.
Crazy-love like lazy-love will only fall to pieces.
Never love like you don’t even need it.
Grieving widows weep as willows,
Wishing they were once more with their lost Princes.
A forest without sound is beautiful-still.
Like the mountains above,
Beauty remains.
I would climb a thousand steps if you and I could remain the same.
Centuries come and go.
Love remains.
You and I are worth it or worthless. ...
Fire heart or ice cold.
A soothing sooth finds a way to soothe,
You.
Crazy-love like lazy-love will only fall to pieces.
Never love like you don’t even need it.
Grieving widows weep as willows,
Wishing they were once more with their lost Princes.
A forest without sound is beautiful-still.
Like the mountains above,
Beauty remains.
I would climb a thousand steps if you and I could remain the same.
Centuries come and go.
Love remains.
You and I are worth it or worthless. ...
#love
#beauty
#narrative #despair
#narrative #despair
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2 Comments
katydidnot
Poem Published
10th May 2019 1:37am
10th May 2019 1:37am
3 4 D
Rupert I said
you could use a scotch
remove your hat
and that brick with no straw
loosen your tie
refill your neck
I’ll dance while you watch
I’ll dance while you watch
Colin I coaxed
lie down over there
in the mangrove grove
on long sashes of moss
with a daffodil cloak
and a buttonhole mare
you can have what you want
you can have what you want
Albert I whispered
draw a line with my mind
in thick coming fancies
and kettles of arms
with bewitching persimmons ...
you could use a scotch
remove your hat
and that brick with no straw
loosen your tie
refill your neck
I’ll dance while you watch
I’ll dance while you watch
Colin I coaxed
lie down over there
in the mangrove grove
on long sashes of moss
with a daffodil cloak
and a buttonhole mare
you can have what you want
you can have what you want
Albert I whispered
draw a line with my mind
in thick coming fancies
and kettles of arms
with bewitching persimmons ...
#narrative
#PowerOfWords
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