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.
paperstains
Poem Published
1st Jul 2022 12:18pm
1st Jul 2022 12:18pm
Shakshuka
Tomatoes bubbled gently
fragranced with warm spices
touch of chile, just enough garlic
scented familiarity drifted through the house
beckoning his old bones
to the kitchen
His aged heart recalled
mother making this meal often
before they emigrated
it was the first supper she prepared
in a new home
in a strange land
Sarah, his older sister
could make it almost the same
and she served it to comfort
when mother died too few years later
His wife's was different
yet still the taste of home
...
fragranced with warm spices
touch of chile, just enough garlic
scented familiarity drifted through the house
beckoning his old bones
to the kitchen
His aged heart recalled
mother making this meal often
before they emigrated
it was the first supper she prepared
in a new home
in a strange land
Sarah, his older sister
could make it almost the same
and she served it to comfort
when mother died too few years later
His wife's was different
yet still the taste of home
...
#family
#food
#narrative
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A_Failed_Artist
Poem Published
29th Jun 2022 7:39pm
29th Jun 2022 7:39pm
Franclyn’s Lament
How do you feel attachment towards those around you? When the one’s you love talk about the evil in this world, you can’t help but be wounded. Of course, we’re not talking about you. But they are. Because of their hate, I feel no remorse. Only a will to get out.
#family
#LGBT
#fiction
#narrative
#misunderstood
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Sageofsongs
Poem Published
27th Jun 2022 1:55pm
27th Jun 2022 1:55pm
The Retail Store, Part 10
It was Tuesday Morning
I skipped Monday because I was too out of it. I needed time to recover.
Upon my return, the air was piercing
It was too soon for me to start slacking
I knew this but this option is better than looking like a mess.
You just know when you're in for trouble
However to my surprise the morning went smoothly.
Sales were good for the midweek.
It did also help that the 3 Cs were nice again.
I got off clean, or so I thought.
It was nearing lunchtime
When the boss asked to talk to me:
"We...
I skipped Monday because I was too out of it. I needed time to recover.
Upon my return, the air was piercing
It was too soon for me to start slacking
I knew this but this option is better than looking like a mess.
You just know when you're in for trouble
However to my surprise the morning went smoothly.
Sales were good for the midweek.
It did also help that the 3 Cs were nice again.
I got off clean, or so I thought.
It was nearing lunchtime
When the boss asked to talk to me:
"We...
#narrative
#ShortStory
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3 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
26th Jun 2022 3:34pm
26th Jun 2022 3:34pm
Sonnets...
So my thoughts have a final resting place
And poems are the common crypt
Where remnant psyche has some space
To linger after souls have dripped
Onto the compendium of time
Cased inside the hardcover safe
Of measured syllable and rhyme,
For coherency is as a waif
Still searching for a stable home
Much like a wayward angel flight
Lost over heaven's aerodrome,
Communing with the muse one night,
All on behalf of a mortal man
Just hoping for his verse to scan.
And poems are the common crypt
Where remnant psyche has some space
To linger after souls have dripped
Onto the compendium of time
Cased inside the hardcover safe
Of measured syllable and rhyme,
For coherency is as a waif
Still searching for a stable home
Much like a wayward angel flight
Lost over heaven's aerodrome,
Communing with the muse one night,
All on behalf of a mortal man
Just hoping for his verse to scan.
#narrative
#sonnet
#memorial
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Pinkdreams
Poem Published
23rd Jun 2022 2:27am
23rd Jun 2022 2:27am
Jiffy Boob
it's the type of appointment
you write at the top of those
'dumb things i gotta do' notepads
or type into your phone
or whatever your system is
nothing to dread
certainly nothing to be excited about
just life
well, maybe just a little dread
having one's boobs smashed between plates of glass
could be somebody's kink
but it not mine
once in the waiting room
phone's out
about to start scrolling
but not so fast
my name is called
that was quick
it's all brusque...
you write at the top of those
'dumb things i gotta do' notepads
or type into your phone
or whatever your system is
nothing to dread
certainly nothing to be excited about
just life
well, maybe just a little dread
having one's boobs smashed between plates of glass
could be somebody's kink
but it not mine
once in the waiting room
phone's out
about to start scrolling
but not so fast
my name is called
that was quick
it's all brusque...
#women
#narrative
#funny #responsibility
#funny #responsibility
85 reads
14 Comments
MissPoppet
Poem Published
21st Jun 2022 6:47pm
21st Jun 2022 6:47pm
Scheherazade
A thousand stories shine
on honey skin and the tips
of hungry fingers and the weaving
of hips through starry skies.
She spins her safety on the scimitar,
beautiful and terrifying equal measures
coursing lifeblood and memories
through her veins.
Stay alive.
on honey skin and the tips
of hungry fingers and the weaving
of hips through starry skies.
She spins her safety on the scimitar,
beautiful and terrifying equal measures
coursing lifeblood and memories
through her veins.
Stay alive.
#narrative
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missjem56
Poem Published
19th Jun 2022 1:26am
19th Jun 2022 1:26am
Comedia Of Errors
Oh! such a cruel
And odious beast
Upon my soul
Thou tries to feast
You name yourself
Media
As you fill my head
With irrelevant tedia
You float along the airwaves
And come in paper form
With your opine opinions
We are not all
Your minions
Your inventive terrors
An uncreative
Comedia of errors
by Jemia
And odious beast
Upon my soul
Thou tries to feast
You name yourself
Media
As you fill my head
With irrelevant tedia
You float along the airwaves
And come in paper form
With your opine opinions
We are not all
Your minions
Your inventive terrors
An uncreative
Comedia of errors
by Jemia
#narrative
#deception
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Sageofsongs
Poem Published
10th Jun 2022 4:35pm
10th Jun 2022 4:35pm
The Retail Store, part 9
I woke up in the evening, still next to Candice. She was still asleep, yet she was facing me. Must've turned at some point.
Claire was not in the apartment. Honestly I don't know where she could've gone.
So I tenderly got out of bed to not startle Candice. So I can go get a shower.
This was a very contemplative session, because when I was asleep I still had flashbacks of what happened today. Most of all I swear, Candice had tears in her eyes when we were done.
They weren't sad tears, I guess we really were vulnerable with each other.
...
Claire was not in the apartment. Honestly I don't know where she could've gone.
So I tenderly got out of bed to not startle Candice. So I can go get a shower.
This was a very contemplative session, because when I was asleep I still had flashbacks of what happened today. Most of all I swear, Candice had tears in her eyes when we were done.
They weren't sad tears, I guess we really were vulnerable with each other.
...
#narrative
#ShortStory
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3 Comments
Sageofsongs
Poem Published
7th Jun 2022 8:00pm
7th Jun 2022 8:00pm
The Retail Store, part 7
You sure have a way to tame these lone wolfs don't you" Candice remarked as she went to go put her bags next to the couch.
It's crazy how casual she was being considering what she walked into. Yet for some reason you could tell she didn't care much, she seemed very comfortable.
Claire's place being a bachelor apartment didn't leave much room for privacy but hey here we are now.
"I thought it's girls night in but somebody changed the plans by inviting the newbie"
'He invited himself' Claire responded 'We had some issues to sort out you know' ...
It's crazy how casual she was being considering what she walked into. Yet for some reason you could tell she didn't care much, she seemed very comfortable.
Claire's place being a bachelor apartment didn't leave much room for privacy but hey here we are now.
"I thought it's girls night in but somebody changed the plans by inviting the newbie"
'He invited himself' Claire responded 'We had some issues to sort out you know' ...
#erotic
#narrative
#ShortStory #sensual
#ShortStory #sensual
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Pishashee
Poem Published
7th Jun 2022 4:04am
7th Jun 2022 4:04am
Asclepius
I was given to the earth
through an umbilical cord.
I held it in my hand for the feeling...
The snake belonged to me
as per God's longing,
and he was my only companion.
I didn't like the snake much;
I couldn't understand him
because he refused to speak.
The snake was a trickster,
he would get me into
situations with his trance,
and then just hiss,
slither off, and laugh at me.
Seemingly as I was
his entertainment.
I would get...
through an umbilical cord.
I held it in my hand for the feeling...
The snake belonged to me
as per God's longing,
and he was my only companion.
I didn't like the snake much;
I couldn't understand him
because he refused to speak.
The snake was a trickster,
he would get me into
situations with his trance,
and then just hiss,
slither off, and laugh at me.
Seemingly as I was
his entertainment.
I would get...
#narrative
#healing
#wisdom
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2 Comments
Pishashee
Poem Published
4th Jun 2022 10:18pm
4th Jun 2022 10:18pm
All About Sunflowers
Millions of years ago a photon started
a journey from the center of the sun,
and then yesterday, it leapt from the corona’s edge
to split the head of my sunflower open.
Rarely do we delve into the laws of physics
and the fusion of suns and how surreptitious life is on the inside. The energy now has
a new identity, a new life to be realized.
I have a voice in my head that can only speak
to me in the terms that I can understand it.
I wonder how many languages she knows…
We fear the unknown? Could this be related...
a journey from the center of the sun,
and then yesterday, it leapt from the corona’s edge
to split the head of my sunflower open.
Rarely do we delve into the laws of physics
and the fusion of suns and how surreptitious life is on the inside. The energy now has
a new identity, a new life to be realized.
I have a voice in my head that can only speak
to me in the terms that I can understand it.
I wonder how many languages she knows…
We fear the unknown? Could this be related...
#narrative
#uplifting
#StreamOfConsciousness
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Sageofsongs
Poem Published
2nd Jun 2022 8:21pm
2nd Jun 2022 8:21pm
The Retail Store, part 6
This is the point of no return. A line is about to be crossed which I've done my utmost best to keep.
Well right now, I was thinking with my head and I don't mean the one attached to my neck.
Claire and I wound up naked on her bed. Still making out, I guess we were kissing for past time. I didn't mind especially with her breathing getting heavier.
I started kissing her neck again and started moving down. Caressing her body, man she was so soft. She knew were these kisses were going. Breasts, nipples, stomach, all these kisses heading in one direction. ...
Well right now, I was thinking with my head and I don't mean the one attached to my neck.
Claire and I wound up naked on her bed. Still making out, I guess we were kissing for past time. I didn't mind especially with her breathing getting heavier.
I started kissing her neck again and started moving down. Caressing her body, man she was so soft. She knew were these kisses were going. Breasts, nipples, stomach, all these kisses heading in one direction. ...
#erotic
#narrative
#ShortStory
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