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.
Therapy pt.2
The top...or was it the bottom? Who knows, who cares. So with a deep breath I take the plunge. " So, as a kid I was abused in every kind of way you can think of. Mental being the most common." "Hmm." She replied, " How exactly were you mentally abused?" "Insults mostly, being told I ruined my parent's marriage, stuff like that." She nods, the nod of a parent watching her baby take the first step. "And do you think it effects how you treat relationships?" Yet another question that was more statement than question. "Yes I suppose so."...
#narrative
#ShortStory
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THE MOON AND HER STARS
Being outside in the dark seems to be therapy on it's own. Just looking at the beautiful moon and thinking of your face brings me warmth. The sky twinkling like that beautiful smile you wore until your last days. The moon looks as beautiful as you were, it makes me feel closer to you. Full moon days are my favourite, they get me looking forward to dawn all day, when you'll rise up with the sun going down. I feel whole when the moon is fully and gracefully sharing it's light with the rest of the world at night, and the star twinkling so brightly and beautifully filling my entire body with...
#narrative
#confessional
#memorial #tragedy
#memorial #tragedy
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A fictional World
I open up the book.
And a neon portal opens.
Taking me to another land
Where everything is bent.
Where the skies are high.
And you watch from aside,in the sky you fly.
All the characters,you greet and meet.
As you take a seat in the cinema.
One,two,three.
The movie plays for thee.
Right inside your head.
As you take in the tears the character shed.
You open it up whenever.
And you go back in again.
Untill you finish the book,your imagination ascend.
And you think about it as you sleep. ...
And a neon portal opens.
Taking me to another land
Where everything is bent.
Where the skies are high.
And you watch from aside,in the sky you fly.
All the characters,you greet and meet.
As you take a seat in the cinema.
One,two,three.
The movie plays for thee.
Right inside your head.
As you take in the tears the character shed.
You open it up whenever.
And you go back in again.
Untill you finish the book,your imagination ascend.
And you think about it as you sleep. ...
#fiction
#narrative
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The Myth of Mythos
"We need images and myths through which we can see who we are and what we might become."
〰 Christine Downing 〰
MYTHOS AND LOGOS
In Ancient Greek ways of thinking, patterns of imagining, and waves of feeling Mythos and Logos appear as fraternal twins. Both carry a range of meanings, which lead time and again to the same essence 〰 captured in the English symbiont word.
Logos and Mythos cover the whole territory of phenomena which rely on and are nurtured by the spoken word ::: speech, account, tale, story,...
〰 Christine Downing 〰
MYTHOS AND LOGOS
In Ancient Greek ways of thinking, patterns of imagining, and waves of feeling Mythos and Logos appear as fraternal twins. Both carry a range of meanings, which lead time and again to the same essence 〰 captured in the English symbiont word.
Logos and Mythos cover the whole territory of phenomena which rely on and are nurtured by the spoken word ::: speech, account, tale, story,...
#narrative
#PowerOfWords
#mythology #symbolism
#mythology #symbolism
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A Poem Everyday
Poem after poem,I express my feelings.
Poem after poem,the feeling goes away.
Poem after poem,I express myself that way.
With each sentence, I chase the feeling away.
And I try to keep my demons at bay.
As I make a world of my own and dream away.
I write it on the paper,and my worries go away.
I move into a world with no sadness and decay.
And I become someone new.
i forget all the pain i've been through.
Letter by letter,word by word.
As I teleport into a fictional world.
A world of my own.
i write it...
Poem after poem,the feeling goes away.
Poem after poem,I express myself that way.
With each sentence, I chase the feeling away.
And I try to keep my demons at bay.
As I make a world of my own and dream away.
I write it on the paper,and my worries go away.
I move into a world with no sadness and decay.
And I become someone new.
i forget all the pain i've been through.
Letter by letter,word by word.
As I teleport into a fictional world.
A world of my own.
i write it...
#dreams
#LifeStruggles
#narrative
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fagin
being in his sixties counted against him was a young thug demanding his wallet
to whom he reluctantly gave in and handed it back
to whom he reluctantly gave in and handed it back
#narrative
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The Ballad of Captain Abraham Jones
I’ll tell you the tale of a ship at sail
On the deep blue, briny sea.
The good ship Rapport set out from its port
On the coast of old Dundee.
The crew was robust, and each knew to trust
His mate right down to his bones.
But oh, how they shook when they turned to look
Upon Captain Abraham Jones.
The Captain was fierce, and his gaze seemed to pierce
Each crewman deep into his soul.
His orders would bark through daylight and dark
While his men were on patrol.
He’d not be ignored, his hand on his sword,
And a sneer upon his...
On the deep blue, briny sea.
The good ship Rapport set out from its port
On the coast of old Dundee.
The crew was robust, and each knew to trust
His mate right down to his bones.
But oh, how they shook when they turned to look
Upon Captain Abraham Jones.
The Captain was fierce, and his gaze seemed to pierce
Each crewman deep into his soul.
His orders would bark through daylight and dark
While his men were on patrol.
He’d not be ignored, his hand on his sword,
And a sneer upon his...
#storm
#fate
#narrative
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The Wild Motherword
The Backstory of Knowledgetrees
Among all sacred trees of the world, the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil has a unique reputation. She turned out to be perhaps the most prolific cultivar. Despite the fact that she produces the forbidden fruit, she’s managed to sow her seeds far and wide 〰 or did the taboo-factor give a boost to scattering those banned pips?
When the suckers of the Tree of Knowledge reached the Northwest of the Old World 〰 along with the shoots of her companion plant, the Tree of Life 〰 they usurped Yggdrasil and Irminsul and many...
Among all sacred trees of the world, the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil has a unique reputation. She turned out to be perhaps the most prolific cultivar. Despite the fact that she produces the forbidden fruit, she’s managed to sow her seeds far and wide 〰 or did the taboo-factor give a boost to scattering those banned pips?
When the suckers of the Tree of Knowledge reached the Northwest of the Old World 〰 along with the shoots of her companion plant, the Tree of Life 〰 they usurped Yggdrasil and Irminsul and many...
#narrative
#PowerOfWords
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Canvas
a brief history of the English word canvas, including what sailing, painting, and the American flag have in common with jeans and politics
When Christopher Columbus set sails in 1492 to discover a new route to India his ships were powered by wind and canvas. Renaissance artists of the same era painted their masterpieces on canvas. Canvas was still used by the Dutch masters Vincent Van Gogh and Rembrandt in the 17th century.
Betsy Ross wasn’t an artist. But in the biography of the word ‘canvas’ she has a unique place. Her name is remembered for sewing the first American...
When Christopher Columbus set sails in 1492 to discover a new route to India his ships were powered by wind and canvas. Renaissance artists of the same era painted their masterpieces on canvas. Canvas was still used by the Dutch masters Vincent Van Gogh and Rembrandt in the 17th century.
Betsy Ross wasn’t an artist. But in the biography of the word ‘canvas’ she has a unique place. Her name is remembered for sewing the first American...
#narrative
#PowerOfWords
#historical #nonfiction
#historical #nonfiction
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A Nice Surprise
a crime short
Michael worked for a government department. He liked to joke that telling you what he did wouldn’t mean that he’d have to kill you, but he would have to file a report on your unfortunate mishap in the shower that morning.
He sat at his colleague Joseph’s desk, past midnight and alone in the glass-and-steel skyscraper, finishing reports that Joseph had had to delegate when emergency called him abroad.
He heard a movement from somewhere on the same floor. Ever the paranoiac, an image crossed Michael’s mind of Joseph setting him up, luring him here…...
Michael worked for a government department. He liked to joke that telling you what he did wouldn’t mean that he’d have to kill you, but he would have to file a report on your unfortunate mishap in the shower that morning.
He sat at his colleague Joseph’s desk, past midnight and alone in the glass-and-steel skyscraper, finishing reports that Joseph had had to delegate when emergency called him abroad.
He heard a movement from somewhere on the same floor. Ever the paranoiac, an image crossed Michael’s mind of Joseph setting him up, luring him here…...
#violence
#narrative
#ShortStory #prose
#ShortStory #prose
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Raindancing in a Desert Through a Timewarp
You are a one-way Time machine headed ever deeper into the future. Time wedges itself between you and the past and grows, pushing you further apart. That distance doesn’t generate clarity or insight, but it can be a room where Hope and Disappointment learn how to have a conversation, so Hope doesn’t grow up to be Expectation or Attachment. Complicating matters, your central processor can glitch: interrupted interpretations, inventing false inventory, introducing a retroactive, unintentional attention intervention. Hindsight 2.0 is not effective antivirus prevention as advertised. It’s not...
#dreams
#narrative
#memories
#LifeGoals
#scifi
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United Society
When society collapses, what will we do,
We can’t blame the people, we voted for,
Where were your balls, when everything crumbled,
“I didn’t know”, is what you mumble.
Stop watching tele, listening to the news,
They’re only feeding you, something not true.
You’re perfect as you are, do not compare,
Please open your eyes, please be aware.
Ignorance is bliss, is no justification,
You need to prepare, without hesitation.
Do your research, start questioning the narrative,
United as one, is extremely imperative.
...
We can’t blame the people, we voted for,
Where were your balls, when everything crumbled,
“I didn’t know”, is what you mumble.
Stop watching tele, listening to the news,
They’re only feeding you, something not true.
You’re perfect as you are, do not compare,
Please open your eyes, please be aware.
Ignorance is bliss, is no justification,
You need to prepare, without hesitation.
Do your research, start questioning the narrative,
United as one, is extremely imperative.
...
#lies
#betrayal
#LifeStruggles
#narrative
#manipulation
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DU Poetry : Narrative Poems