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.
NP_NP
Poem Published
24th Feb 2025 4:41am
24th Feb 2025 4:41am
The Watchful Soul
Dear reader, let me tell you now,
Of a soul who watched, yet wore no vow.
A lover’s call, a secret scheme,
Crafted in the shadows, part of a dream.
She had fun, leaving clues behind, Little whispers, a careful mind. No one saw, no one knew, the puzzle built for a chosen few.
Always observing, sharp and keen, a glimpse of words, a hidden scene. “Am I a genius, or just insane?” The question lingered, but none could claim.
From a young age, she began to learn, psychology patterns,...
She had fun, leaving clues behind, Little whispers, a careful mind. No one saw, no one knew, the puzzle built for a chosen few.
Always observing, sharp and keen, a glimpse of words, a hidden scene. “Am I a genius, or just insane?” The question lingered, but none could claim.
From a young age, she began to learn, psychology patterns,...
#narrative
#ShortStory
#spiritual
67 reads
3 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
19th Feb 2025 7:31pm
19th Feb 2025 7:31pm
Charlestown
Ask them Charlestown boys how the fuck we get down
Bricks equaling kilos, whatever the haul, we convert to dollars or pounds
We never step until we step Charlestown has that kind of rep
Low key we infiltrate, fucking survey, and always quiet is kept
Everyone's in on the know so there's no mask needed among us
Shit scripted from the mental not the lips, no chance of a bust
We're all hungry for it, this is a long overdue meal
There are security measures in place bitch for anyone that squeals
But we talk about nothing because between us there...
Bricks equaling kilos, whatever the haul, we convert to dollars or pounds
We never step until we step Charlestown has that kind of rep
Low key we infiltrate, fucking survey, and always quiet is kept
Everyone's in on the know so there's no mask needed among us
Shit scripted from the mental not the lips, no chance of a bust
We're all hungry for it, this is a long overdue meal
There are security measures in place bitch for anyone that squeals
But we talk about nothing because between us there...
#narrative
#ShortStory
72 reads
6 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
18th Feb 2025 11:36pm
18th Feb 2025 11:36pm
Co-Operation
Fucking money has been fronted and nearly all of it has been spent
But that's what it takes for no hits on your drug scent
For the fucking word to go out between all the boys in blue
Your cargo is protected and to let you slide through
Agents at the border saluted and gave me some dap
I made it all the way out of the state without one ranger trap
You might think it was surprising because I had dreads and naps
By throwing a couple bans into the pipeline and they ignore the Rasta cap
Gears had been greased troopers ignored all...
But that's what it takes for no hits on your drug scent
For the fucking word to go out between all the boys in blue
Your cargo is protected and to let you slide through
Agents at the border saluted and gave me some dap
I made it all the way out of the state without one ranger trap
You might think it was surprising because I had dreads and naps
By throwing a couple bans into the pipeline and they ignore the Rasta cap
Gears had been greased troopers ignored all...
#corruption
#fiction
#narrative
85 reads
6 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
20th Jan 2025 2:42am
20th Jan 2025 2:42am
How Soon They Forget
#funny
#narrative
132 reads
12 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
17th Jan 2025 7:46pm
17th Jan 2025 7:46pm
Life Lesson Part 7 UK (f**king Ang)
It has been a while since I wrote a life lesson. I want to remind you that the year is 1989. I just made it back to the UK because my mother was not in the mood to deal with me.
I believe it was a chance for her to get her groove on without prying eyes.
My sister and I have been in the UK for over a week, and I started to feel…antsy. I wondered what David was up to.
I called the number he gave me the last time I was here, and his mum answered. Why did I call?
“Hello, is David home?” I asked
...
I believe it was a chance for her to get her groove on without prying eyes.
My sister and I have been in the UK for over a week, and I started to feel…antsy. I wondered what David was up to.
I called the number he gave me the last time I was here, and his mum answered. Why did I call?
“Hello, is David home?” I asked
...
#narrative
202 reads
11 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
13th Jan 2025 2:25am
13th Jan 2025 2:25am
Sunday Night
You are my Sunday night.
Monday begins a grind of necessity.
Tuesday are meeting ‘s of improbabilities
Wednesday is the hump that is starting to maim
Thursday is the breaking point of talking in vain
Friday is the day that will relieve some stress
Saturday waking up in a tangled mess
Sunday night is where my heart lies
Staring and knowing I will continue...
Just as you look at me that way...
with those eyes.
Monday begins a grind of necessity.
Tuesday are meeting ‘s of improbabilities
Wednesday is the hump that is starting to maim
Thursday is the breaking point of talking in vain
Friday is the day that will relieve some stress
Saturday waking up in a tangled mess
Sunday night is where my heart lies
Staring and knowing I will continue...
Just as you look at me that way...
with those eyes.
#narrative
225 reads
16 Comments
Betty
Poem Published
27th Dec 2024 4:16pm
27th Dec 2024 4:16pm
In a world of Juliets, call me Lady Macbeth
I had to sub a Sophomore Lit class
when the professor was out
with COVID
And my inner literary snob
screamed a thousand
deaths when the 20-year-old zygotes
romanticized about
Romeo and Juliet.
I smiled and fluttered
my eyelashes
and smashed those
cute little bitches
who thought they
invented thought
with actual arrogance.
You see children,
Shakespeare...
when the professor was out
with COVID
And my inner literary snob
screamed a thousand
deaths when the 20-year-old zygotes
romanticized about
Romeo and Juliet.
I smiled and fluttered
my eyelashes
and smashed those
cute little bitches
who thought they
invented thought
with actual arrogance.
You see children,
Shakespeare...
#dark
#narrative
#lover
#revenge
#identity
297 reads
27 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
4th Dec 2024 4:06pm
4th Dec 2024 4:06pm
Babuska's sarmale
In a snowy Romanian village, during Christmas cheer,
my Babuska spun tales, both delightful and queer.
The tradition was sarmale, a savory delight,
Cabbage wrapped treasures, cooked all through the night.
Meat and rice nestled in leaves so green,
simmered in tomato, a feast so serene.
But woven in laughter and holiday charms
were Babuska’s stories with their quirky alarms:
"Behave well, dear children, lest you wish to be seen
in the pot with the sarmale, simmering and lean."
The children would giggle, eyes...
my Babuska spun tales, both delightful and queer.
The tradition was sarmale, a savory delight,
Cabbage wrapped treasures, cooked all through the night.
Meat and rice nestled in leaves so green,
simmered in tomato, a feast so serene.
But woven in laughter and holiday charms
were Babuska’s stories with their quirky alarms:
"Behave well, dear children, lest you wish to be seen
in the pot with the sarmale, simmering and lean."
The children would giggle, eyes...
#children
#Christmas
#culture
#family
#narrative
96 reads
9 Comments
rosegold
Poem Published
29th Nov 2024 2:18pm
29th Nov 2024 2:18pm
The Journey
You slowly ooze
your sludgy head and foot
out of the hard yet fragile home
you carry on your back.
Eyes cautiously extend,
slimy feelers emerge and reach out
examining the air around:
all is still but the sun softly rising
so you start your long journey
across the walk in search of leafy greens.
Morning dew keeps you wet and content;
golden rays make your trail sparkle.
Thump, thump, the sidewalk shakes;
you feel the pounding getting closer.
A shadow overhead covers you in darkness,
and you crawl as...
your sludgy head and foot
out of the hard yet fragile home
you carry on your back.
Eyes cautiously extend,
slimy feelers emerge and reach out
examining the air around:
all is still but the sun softly rising
so you start your long journey
across the walk in search of leafy greens.
Morning dew keeps you wet and content;
golden rays make your trail sparkle.
Thump, thump, the sidewalk shakes;
you feel the pounding getting closer.
A shadow overhead covers you in darkness,
and you crawl as...
#fate
#fiction
#narrative #nature
#narrative #nature
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0 Comments
moroccanpoet
Poem Published
25th Nov 2024 7:00pm
25th Nov 2024 7:00pm
L.A. Gangsters '79
In the shadows of the city,
where the nights are long,
Whispers of the alleyways,
sing a dangerous song.
Neon lights are flickering,
casting ghosts in the dark,
Every corner tells a story,
every heartbeat leaves a mark.
Living life on the edge,
crossing every line.
In the streets of the city,
where the danger's alive,
Fighting for survival,
just to stay in the grind.
Leather and chrome,
they ride through the night,
Brothers in arms,
ready for the fight.
...
where the nights are long,
Whispers of the alleyways,
sing a dangerous song.
Neon lights are flickering,
casting ghosts in the dark,
Every corner tells a story,
every heartbeat leaves a mark.
Living life on the edge,
crossing every line.
In the streets of the city,
where the danger's alive,
Fighting for survival,
just to stay in the grind.
Leather and chrome,
they ride through the night,
Brothers in arms,
ready for the fight.
...
#narrative
#ShortStory
82 reads
2 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
20th Nov 2024 10:18am
20th Nov 2024 10:18am
Feuer mit Schwertern
Das Feuer tanzt auf blankem Stahl
Ein Funkensprung im finstren Saal
Die Klinge singt, ein Lied so wild
Im Flammenschein wird Blut erfüllt
For the English speakers:
The fire dances on the blade
A spark ignites where shadows fade
The sword it sings, a song of strife
In fiery glow, it drinks of life
Ein Funkensprung im finstren Saal
Die Klinge singt, ein Lied so wild
Im Flammenschein wird Blut erfüllt
For the English speakers:
The fire dances on the blade
A spark ignites where shadows fade
The sword it sings, a song of strife
In fiery glow, it drinks of life
#fire
#metaphor
#narrative
#rhyming
#strength
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0 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
18th Nov 2024 6:47am
18th Nov 2024 6:47am
Dynasty
Upon the throne of shadows, doubt did cling
The Valois heir, a flame in tempest vast
Erect in poise, as marble gods in spring
Bore fate's great weight, unyielding to the blast
Beneath his feet, the soil of France did groan
A kingdom cleft by war’s unholy strife
Yet, like the Parian stone, his form was shown
Unmarred, a sculptor's dream brought into life
The Seine did whisper, winds through arches vast
Of triumphs yet to come, of crowns foretold
And every pillar, every stone, held fast
To echo Valois' tale in ages cold
...
The Valois heir, a flame in tempest vast
Erect in poise, as marble gods in spring
Bore fate's great weight, unyielding to the blast
Beneath his feet, the soil of France did groan
A kingdom cleft by war’s unholy strife
Yet, like the Parian stone, his form was shown
Unmarred, a sculptor's dream brought into life
The Seine did whisper, winds through arches vast
Of triumphs yet to come, of crowns foretold
And every pillar, every stone, held fast
To echo Valois' tale in ages cold
...
#freedom
#military
#narrative
#passion
#responsibility
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0 Comments
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