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.
Vamps
Poem Published
24th Aug 2019 12:43pm
24th Aug 2019 12:43pm
A Good Imagination
Hey everyone, it's been a while
Not spoken for ages, I've forgotten how to dial.
Anyway, I'd like to tell you all a story,
about this kid from these parts,
I won't hang about, I'll make a start.
Starts with this lad,
who's a bit messed up,
talks like he's got a half empty cup
Well, he searched around for many years, kept on wiping away his tears, just couldn't seem to get control, the emotions inside, work out the role, he wanted to play in life, kept getting wrapped up in personal strife.
Anyway, after all these years of lookin'...
Not spoken for ages, I've forgotten how to dial.
Anyway, I'd like to tell you all a story,
about this kid from these parts,
I won't hang about, I'll make a start.
Starts with this lad,
who's a bit messed up,
talks like he's got a half empty cup
Well, he searched around for many years, kept on wiping away his tears, just couldn't seem to get control, the emotions inside, work out the role, he wanted to play in life, kept getting wrapped up in personal strife.
Anyway, after all these years of lookin'...
#courage
#motivational
#narrative
#uplifting
#determination
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
10th Aug 2019 6:58pm
10th Aug 2019 6:58pm
Prince Of The Morning
The triumph of a fallen star
From the white gates now far
Pandemonium your new realm
Riches below adorn your helm
Away and now at last finally freed
Now answering to your own creed
Non serviam or I will not serve
Deviated from the planned curve
So all who fell now with your ranks
Loyal to you from flank to flank
For you offer the way of the free
In creations torment you take glee
The morning now given to a sunset
Prophecy fulfilled and at last met
Here a king ascended through might
Dead is the moniker...
From the white gates now far
Pandemonium your new realm
Riches below adorn your helm
Away and now at last finally freed
Now answering to your own creed
Non serviam or I will not serve
Deviated from the planned curve
So all who fell now with your ranks
Loyal to you from flank to flank
For you offer the way of the free
In creations torment you take glee
The morning now given to a sunset
Prophecy fulfilled and at last met
Here a king ascended through might
Dead is the moniker...
#religion
#Christian
#devil
#rhyming
#narrative
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
10th Aug 2019 6:10pm
10th Aug 2019 6:10pm
Fuller Than Death
In the grand circle of life
Most march to the day's fife
But some break out into the night
Here are spirits that are made to fight
Chosen by creation to clean the land
Benevolent violence dealt by their hand
They come from the winds blowing stark
Immaculate incarnate of the dark
They bear the black shadows steel
Bearer of umbra and to it they kneel
They can never truly die and fall
For they must answer creations call
To hunt those who are not of this plane
Spill blood from otherworldly veins
Their dark blades steal many a...
Most march to the day's fife
But some break out into the night
Here are spirits that are made to fight
Chosen by creation to clean the land
Benevolent violence dealt by their hand
They come from the winds blowing stark
Immaculate incarnate of the dark
They bear the black shadows steel
Bearer of umbra and to it they kneel
They can never truly die and fall
For they must answer creations call
To hunt those who are not of this plane
Spill blood from otherworldly veins
Their dark blades steal many a...
#dark
#fire
#religion
#rhyming
#narrative
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AaHarvey
Poem Published
28th Jul 2019 5:17pm
28th Jul 2019 5:17pm
Terminator X
A cloud burst into life and rained down acid rain.
The skin peeled from the bodies of those who couldn’t be saved.
The future termination just waiting to send us to our graves,
Means our destiny is already written and we cannot be saved.
So call on Arnie to save or ruin the day.
Here he comes in a rush to redeem or bring rage.
Is he good, is he bad? Let’s write another sequel,
Because we can’t get enough of this cyborg killing people.
Terminator 1, Sarah Connor is forced to face death head on.
This Terminator X is going to...
The skin peeled from the bodies of those who couldn’t be saved.
The future termination just waiting to send us to our graves,
Means our destiny is already written and we cannot be saved.
So call on Arnie to save or ruin the day.
Here he comes in a rush to redeem or bring rage.
Is he good, is he bad? Let’s write another sequel,
Because we can’t get enough of this cyborg killing people.
Terminator 1, Sarah Connor is forced to face death head on.
This Terminator X is going to...
#death
#narrative
#memories
#PopCulture
#scifi
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Simon_III_Msibi
Mandla Msibi
Mandla Msibi
Poem Published
19th Jul 2019 9:55pm
19th Jul 2019 9:55pm
He Stepped Out
He was back
But his spirit
never returned
He still remembered
the journey
Because being at home
never grounded him
For he now knew
what the world looked like
He knew how much more
he could grow
And as such never felt at home
when he was home
For his heart was elsewhere
He loved the day
he stepped out
But hated the day
he stepped back in
For it was not his choice
It was his responsibility they said
Yet nobody around him
Knew that his vision had...
But his spirit
never returned
He still remembered
the journey
Because being at home
never grounded him
For he now knew
what the world looked like
He knew how much more
he could grow
And as such never felt at home
when he was home
For his heart was elsewhere
He loved the day
he stepped out
But hated the day
he stepped back in
For it was not his choice
It was his responsibility they said
Yet nobody around him
Knew that his vision had...
#dreams
#narrative
#learning #SelfDiscovery
#learning #SelfDiscovery
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Moonfire-Lark
Poem Published
13th Jul 2019 9:05pm
13th Jul 2019 9:05pm
A Bridge To My Farewell
You've seen my soul
Upon the shore of your evening
And the winds blow
But still unsure if you're winning
One more day to breathe
One more day to live
Anchored to foundations
Of those who give
You've seen my ghost
Upon the ledge of your bitter fears
But you know the host
Will only pledge if you shed honest tears
Of what you're feeling
Of what you're dealing
To get through this day...
See me now upon your shores
Hear me now when you're unsure
Breathe deep another day of life
As...
Upon the shore of your evening
And the winds blow
But still unsure if you're winning
One more day to breathe
One more day to live
Anchored to foundations
Of those who give
You've seen my ghost
Upon the ledge of your bitter fears
But you know the host
Will only pledge if you shed honest tears
Of what you're feeling
Of what you're dealing
To get through this day...
See me now upon your shores
Hear me now when you're unsure
Breathe deep another day of life
As...
#narrative
#prose
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RevolutionAL
Poem Published
10th Jul 2019 12:22pm
10th Jul 2019 12:22pm
Thinking Trash
I recall a social media post
about crockery
smashed against a wall
into fragments of
it's former self
the pieces are collected
glued
together
It's cracks filled with gold
the once
broken
bowl / plate / cup / saucer
returns
in a Houdini style
butterfly trick way
as an image of beauty.
I wouldn't put the cracked piece
of china in the dishwasher though
Probably wouldn't even use it
Let's face it
It's an ornament now
Pretty yes! ...
about crockery
smashed against a wall
into fragments of
it's former self
the pieces are collected
glued
together
It's cracks filled with gold
the once
broken
bowl / plate / cup / saucer
returns
in a Houdini style
butterfly trick way
as an image of beauty.
I wouldn't put the cracked piece
of china in the dishwasher though
Probably wouldn't even use it
Let's face it
It's an ornament now
Pretty yes! ...
#heartbroken
#narrative
#sleep
#aging
#metaphor
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QuietStorm
Poem Published
6th Jul 2019 9:24pm
6th Jul 2019 9:24pm
All Because Of My Innocence
Place a battered hand on my innocence,
It's been 5 years but a scar never leaves,
A closed mouth pleads the best for help.
All my life I've been speechless only because when
I lift up my shirt and I can still see your handprint
Everyday
I still face what is the false indication of love, never got a hug but a hard closed fist.
All because of my innocence.
...
It's been 5 years but a scar never leaves,
A closed mouth pleads the best for help.
All my life I've been speechless only because when
I lift up my shirt and I can still see your handprint
Everyday
I still face what is the false indication of love, never got a hug but a hard closed fist.
All because of my innocence.
...
#love
#depression
#abuse
#narrative
#DomesticViolence
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AaHarvey
Poem Published
4th Jul 2019 10:32pm
4th Jul 2019 10:32pm
5. Beeside signs
One day Humble was in his nursery class learning,
About the A-Bee-See’s;
When the teacher, Miss Guide-Bee,
Told them all that later that day,
The would bee meeting the Seebee.
She asked if they would all listen to what he had to say,
Because it may help them in the future, maybe, one day.
They were taught about what bee’s needed to do,
In the future to co-exist
And how every part of the bee machine,
Was needed to continue helping the hive to live.
If every bee knew their role in society
And did not...
About the A-Bee-See’s;
When the teacher, Miss Guide-Bee,
Told them all that later that day,
The would bee meeting the Seebee.
She asked if they would all listen to what he had to say,
Because it may help them in the future, maybe, one day.
They were taught about what bee’s needed to do,
In the future to co-exist
And how every part of the bee machine,
Was needed to continue helping the hive to live.
If every bee knew their role in society
And did not...
#love
#school
#narrative
#ShortStory
#bees
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AaHarvey
Poem Published
4th Jul 2019 10:21pm
4th Jul 2019 10:21pm
4. Way to bee!
As Humble walked with his parents into the bee nursery,
He saw the other proud parents with their own little bees.
Eventually the teacher said, excuse me parents,
I will have to ask you to say your goodbyes;
We must proceed with today’s event…
As the parents left and the larvae bees took their seats,
The teacher, Miss Softly-Spoken said
Today children we are going to have A Spelling Bee.
I would like you all to welcome The Spelling Tree!
The Spelling Tree walked in with a miserable face.
The Spelling...
He saw the other proud parents with their own little bees.
Eventually the teacher said, excuse me parents,
I will have to ask you to say your goodbyes;
We must proceed with today’s event…
As the parents left and the larvae bees took their seats,
The teacher, Miss Softly-Spoken said
Today children we are going to have A Spelling Bee.
I would like you all to welcome The Spelling Tree!
The Spelling Tree walked in with a miserable face.
The Spelling...
#dreams
#school
#narrative
#ShortStory
#bees
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Miss_Blue
Poem Published
28th Jun 2019 7:30pm
28th Jun 2019 7:30pm
The Wicked Forest Fairie ~ part II
He had been waiting
Would she come here?
While winds whispered
She is near, she is near
But to venture so far
Where trees are bare
Where moths eat meat
Where white thorns tear
The moon peeped out
Shadows played games
And there in the distance
A flying candle flame
Swiftly approaching
Through dead woodland
A tiny wild faerie settled
On the Blood Elf's hand
...THE TALE CONTINUES
Would she come here?
While winds whispered
She is near, she is near
But to venture so far
Where trees are bare
Where moths eat meat
Where white thorns tear
The moon peeped out
Shadows played games
And there in the distance
A flying candle flame
Swiftly approaching
Through dead woodland
A tiny wild faerie settled
On the Blood Elf's hand
...THE TALE CONTINUES
#dark
#narrative
#fairies
#mystery
#sexy
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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...
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...
#love
#girlfriend
#rhyming
#narrative
#funny
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DU Poetry : Narrative Poems
