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.
A_Failed_Artist
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:29pm
Yesterday 6:29pm
Dante's Finest Part II: The New Kid
What the fuck am I looking at?
Daddy fucked a human and left her to be famous.
Senator to POTUS while she was raising monsters.
Thrown away in solitude, the children only had themselves and their mother. Oh, how modern.
Red head, gangly thing. Not what I expected.
Black robe, sharp fangs, he was the opposite.
Sure love to wrap my hand around his throat and pull out the stake and hear his scream echo.
Daddy fucked a human and left her to be famous.
Senator to POTUS while she was raising monsters.
Thrown away in solitude, the children only had themselves and their mother. Oh, how modern.
Red head, gangly thing. Not what I expected.
Black robe, sharp fangs, he was the opposite.
Sure love to wrap my hand around his throat and pull out the stake and hear his scream echo.
#narrative
#vampires
#ShortStory #mythology
#ShortStory #mythology
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Stoney223
Poem Published
8th Jul 2020 11:33am
8th Jul 2020 11:33am
WHEN YOU FEEL LOST
From your deepest level of emotions and feelings comes out in a way that you, could never imagine yet it is those struggles that will be heard through words not spoken. For have you ever listen to a song created by music that carries, raw and uncut memories and emotions and feelings, that it takes you places in the deepness of your mind and heart speaking to the body of your soul. For have you ever looked and wondered, through the transcending stars in the abyss of the universe and theology wonder is it really possible, to be able to walk upon the moon transcending you to one planet to...
#narrative
#dialogue
#metaphor
#philosophical
#StreamOfConsciousness
42 reads
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poetOftragedy
Poem Published
7th Jul 2020 5:29am
7th Jul 2020 5:29am
Carousels
His in a bar
Drowning his sorrows in his regrets,
She caught him cheating
And then she decides to leave him.
On his way to her house
Screaming her name all over town
On her porch, on his knees
His screaming out, his shouting "baby please, I'm on my knees"
She lets him in, he apologizes
He admits his a mess
And he needs help,
She lays his heard on her chest
And she forgives him one more time.
A few months down the line
His in a bar
drowning his sorrows in regrets
Round and round they go
I guess...
Drowning his sorrows in his regrets,
She caught him cheating
And then she decides to leave him.
On his way to her house
Screaming her name all over town
On her porch, on his knees
His screaming out, his shouting "baby please, I'm on my knees"
She lets him in, he apologizes
He admits his a mess
And he needs help,
She lays his heard on her chest
And she forgives him one more time.
A few months down the line
His in a bar
drowning his sorrows in regrets
Round and round they go
I guess...
#death
#LifeStruggles
#narrative
#addiction
#suffering
36 reads
1 Comment
PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
25th Jun 2020 2:09pm
25th Jun 2020 2:09pm
hallways full of doors
far stretched walk down a single hall; with doors of glass and crystal balls, sitting on a bedside tall; each room feels like you've seen them all....
a dream state feel; but yet so real, with goosebump chills and scent fresh painted walls.... a simulation vibe felt raw....
through these hallways full of many doors, of glass and labels on them all....
walking feet on floor, both bare;
the people more or less just stare; anxiety is in the air....in these hallways full of doors....
a dream state feel; but yet so real, with goosebump chills and scent fresh painted walls.... a simulation vibe felt raw....
through these hallways full of many doors, of glass and labels on them all....
walking feet on floor, both bare;
the people more or less just stare; anxiety is in the air....in these hallways full of doors....
#narrative
#ShortStory
#philosophical
59 reads
Morganpoet
Poem Published
5th Jun 2020 2:54pm
5th Jun 2020 2:54pm
DIRECTIONS
A shaft of brightness
came through a crack,
specks of dusk
were taken aback,
some of them
retreating into
the dark, one
growing into
a glowing spark,
coming alive
before the eyes
of the stranger,
who now hypnotised,
followed the bright,
blue dancing light.
Gone without
a trace,
from the craggy
cliff emerged
a face, with
simple mouth,
well defined chin,
the deepest eyes
which drew in
all of the
surrounding light,
instantly turning
day into...
came through a crack,
specks of dusk
were taken aback,
some of them
retreating into
the dark, one
growing into
a glowing spark,
coming alive
before the eyes
of the stranger,
who now hypnotised,
followed the bright,
blue dancing light.
Gone without
a trace,
from the craggy
cliff emerged
a face, with
simple mouth,
well defined chin,
the deepest eyes
which drew in
all of the
surrounding light,
instantly turning
day into...
#narrative
#dialogue
#learning
60 reads
3 Comments
Mssukser
Poem Published
5th Jun 2020 11:57am
5th Jun 2020 11:57am
Twenties to Seventies
You know what’s my wish tonight?
Let's fast forward to my age's flight.
As I imagine myself, on a rocking chair,
With skin so wrinkled, and a head with no hair.
At the age of eighty, when I’m sitting in my lawn,
As I think of you, and the time that’s gone.
I call my grandkids as they are in their teens,
"Let me tell you a story when your grandpa was in jeans
Heartbreaks, love, arguments and relationships,
I have seen it all from hips to the lips.
She was in her teens too when we started dating,
The rush...
Let's fast forward to my age's flight.
As I imagine myself, on a rocking chair,
With skin so wrinkled, and a head with no hair.
At the age of eighty, when I’m sitting in my lawn,
As I think of you, and the time that’s gone.
I call my grandkids as they are in their teens,
"Let me tell you a story when your grandpa was in jeans
Heartbreaks, love, arguments and relationships,
I have seen it all from hips to the lips.
She was in her teens too when we started dating,
The rush...
#love
#relationships
#ILoveYou
#narrative
#FallingInLove
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Viktor_Aidonis
Poem Published
3rd Jun 2020 7:03am
3rd Jun 2020 7:03am
Mr. Shiny
#money
#narrative
#ShortStory
#dialogue
#luck
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TCLilly
Odette
Odette
Poem Published
17th May 2020 00:16am
17th May 2020 00:16am
Before I Bit the Apple
Before I bit the apple
All I knew was its perfume
Then sweet nectar struck my lips
In buzzing liquid blooms
All the colors of the world
Were now revealed to me
And each new discovery unfurled
Yet still another mystery
I found myself uncovered
And wanted you to see
So you agreed to taste the fruit
To show your love to me
© Tanzen Lilly 5/15/2020
All I knew was its perfume
Then sweet nectar struck my lips
In buzzing liquid blooms
All the colors of the world
Were now revealed to me
And each new discovery unfurled
Yet still another mystery
I found myself uncovered
And wanted you to see
So you agreed to taste the fruit
To show your love to me
© Tanzen Lilly 5/15/2020
#love
#religion
#narrative
64 reads
3 Comments
Stoney223
Poem Published
14th May 2020 12:50pm
14th May 2020 12:50pm
THE WATCHER YOU DON'T SEE
They say between the two connections of this world called life, there is an inner world as there is an outer world yet not completely explore by mankind. For mankind is asleep and unaware of the true darkness that awaits all living things, but yet when he is awake and focus on destroying he subconsciously allow the depth of the darkness to over power oneself to think. For it is there in that time of escape you will encounter it, only in passing of time which is life that becomes death. Yet as we transcend as human beings mentally, we see life through our eyes as we see the true beauty of...
#narrative
#confessional
#dialogue
#philosophical
#StreamOfConsciousness
67 reads
2 Comments
Everyday_Author
Randall
Randall
Poem Published
9th May 2020 2:59am
9th May 2020 2:59am
Mythweaver: Collective Distraction
Myth occupies my mental space
as I try to distract my brain from deleterious states
A tale of flame and Shadow I'm weaving with my mates; whatever it takes to stay sane in these days
Pretend
create
Move forward
at your own pace
as I try to distract my brain from deleterious states
A tale of flame and Shadow I'm weaving with my mates; whatever it takes to stay sane in these days
Pretend
create
Move forward
at your own pace
#friendship
#identity
#narrative
#myself
#mythology
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Poetic_Seduction
Poem Published
5th May 2020 6:54pm
5th May 2020 6:54pm
Mythical Cumming
#sex
#erotic
#narrative #dirty
#narrative #dirty
454 reads
5 Comments
CarrionCrow44
Poem Published
4th May 2020 6:10pm
4th May 2020 6:10pm
Mockingbird
People still say
That I can't be taught
A mangy mutt who bleeds ice
Dredged from below
My love is a cage
Twisted by all these vices
A tightrope that feels like a noose
Hell it's a resurrection
My name carries
A price and a promise
For my heart has gone rogue
Mockingbird
That's all it ever was
Never terrified but even still
Why can't you just stop me
Beelzebub, I hear him
Hit my knees in times of trouble
Descending into hysterics
On the highest high
Slaughter and...
That I can't be taught
A mangy mutt who bleeds ice
Dredged from below
My love is a cage
Twisted by all these vices
A tightrope that feels like a noose
Hell it's a resurrection
My name carries
A price and a promise
For my heart has gone rogue
Mockingbird
That's all it ever was
Never terrified but even still
Why can't you just stop me
Beelzebub, I hear him
Hit my knees in times of trouble
Descending into hysterics
On the highest high
Slaughter and...
#narrative
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1 Comment
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