Narrative Seeking Friendly Advice Poems
#narrative
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
49 reads
2 Comments
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
26th Oct 2024 4:49am
26th Oct 2024 4:49am
Tale of the Rainbow Girl
.a tale my own shaman grandmother told
long ago in the times of yore
when earth was young and pure
lived a girl with her shaman grandmother
in a village far away from the others
strange with yellow hair and white skin
pink green eyes thought to be a product of sin
parents left her and went far away
to live life anew away from her
she was fey and saw them all
little people, spirits and rainbow folks
her grandmother knew she was special
to one day inherit her shamanic gifts
the girl she met a...
long ago in the times of yore
when earth was young and pure
lived a girl with her shaman grandmother
in a village far away from the others
strange with yellow hair and white skin
pink green eyes thought to be a product of sin
parents left her and went far away
to live life anew away from her
she was fey and saw them all
little people, spirits and rainbow folks
her grandmother knew she was special
to one day inherit her shamanic gifts
the girl she met a...
#narrative
94 reads
6 Comments
Dreamer4ever1979
Poem Published
6th Aug 2024 11:48pm
6th Aug 2024 11:48pm
Good Night Little Ones
Good night little ones,
it's time to go to bed.
Hugs and kisses, with Mom and Dad
one, two, or three times it'll be.
A sleepy time story Daddy reads
as you fall asleep in the comfort,
of warm covers.
Dream that dream,
of everything that makes you happy.
Dream that dream,
of everything you want to be.
Little ones rest well,
know you are loved by parents and
God up above.
Good night little ones.
it's time to go to bed.
Hugs and kisses, with Mom and Dad
one, two, or three times it'll be.
A sleepy time story Daddy reads
as you fall asleep in the comfort,
of warm covers.
Dream that dream,
of everything that makes you happy.
Dream that dream,
of everything you want to be.
Little ones rest well,
know you are loved by parents and
God up above.
Good night little ones.
#children
#dreams
#love
#narrative
#night
89 reads
2 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
5th Jul 2024 00:43am
5th Jul 2024 00:43am
the chase
I watch you gallivant
all over this fucking city
trying to hoodwink
every girl you can find
to slip their hand down
your britches and feel
what pulses beneath
get a jumpstart on the rigmarole
of convincing them you're
worth a chance at the fire
between their legs
You like them blushing
and flummoxed
in the backseat of your
father's red jalopy
for some shenanigans
that aren't spoken about
in polite society
Whether the chase
is hard or easy
this game of skull...
all over this fucking city
trying to hoodwink
every girl you can find
to slip their hand down
your britches and feel
what pulses beneath
get a jumpstart on the rigmarole
of convincing them you're
worth a chance at the fire
between their legs
You like them blushing
and flummoxed
in the backseat of your
father's red jalopy
for some shenanigans
that aren't spoken about
in polite society
Whether the chase
is hard or easy
this game of skull...
#deception
#lust
#narrative #sex
#narrative #sex
179 reads
8 Comments
Too_hot69
BelindaSnow
BelindaSnow
Poem Published
30th Jun 2024 2:22am
30th Jun 2024 2:22am
Last night
Last night I met a man,
He looked much older than his photos.
He was much fatter too,
Quite possibly obese.
"Why not post recent photos?
And let people meet that you?
You told me you liked walking,
But you could barely keep up with my pace!
Why start something with a lie?
Straight away it was The End for me.
I'm not as insecure as you.
I'm also not a liar.
Let someone choose who you are now.
Have the courage to be real.
Or reap the consequences of your actions,
By being blocked and not wanting...
He looked much older than his photos.
He was much fatter too,
Quite possibly obese.
"Why not post recent photos?
And let people meet that you?
You told me you liked walking,
But you could barely keep up with my pace!
Why start something with a lie?
Straight away it was The End for me.
I'm not as insecure as you.
I'm also not a liar.
Let someone choose who you are now.
Have the courage to be real.
Or reap the consequences of your actions,
By being blocked and not wanting...
#confessional
#narrative
#nonfiction
148 reads
8 Comments
tasia_arlene
Tasia Arlene
Tasia Arlene
Poem Published
29th May 2024 5:47am
29th May 2024 5:47am
~ hypervigilance ~
I wish someone would have told me that the effortless ability to indulge every fiber of my being into all of those that came my way- would leave me cauterizing my surging wounds.
I wonder if I still would have chosen to be the same temporary home.
Or to love I would have become immune.
Or if I would have chosen to tear the flesh off of the first person who did me wrong with bear hands and wear it over my skin.
Or if I would have so carefully sliced into their chest to grip their rotting heart.
While I watched the blood run down my...
I wonder if I still would have chosen to be the same temporary home.
Or to love I would have become immune.
Or if I would have chosen to tear the flesh off of the first person who did me wrong with bear hands and wear it over my skin.
Or if I would have so carefully sliced into their chest to grip their rotting heart.
While I watched the blood run down my...
#dark
#love
#narrative
#prose
#shadows
166 reads
1 Comment
Inkplay
Poem Published
25th Apr 2024 7:59pm
25th Apr 2024 7:59pm
A Fairies Festival ( An ABC Poem)
A rare fairy song
Brings forth the dragonflies dance,
Captivating the pixies hearts
Dissipating their impish frowns.
Elves sitting in the forest court with
Flowers smiling at their feet,
Gnomes playing their instruments where
Hobbits break bread and tell tales of old.
Insights from the seers tell of future's bold
Jasmine wine for the elders, deep in thought.
Kings would weep at the sight of a festival where
Lotus flowers decorate the table of feast
Maple trees shade the sun from the east.
North of the vale, natures children ...
Brings forth the dragonflies dance,
Captivating the pixies hearts
Dissipating their impish frowns.
Elves sitting in the forest court with
Flowers smiling at their feet,
Gnomes playing their instruments where
Hobbits break bread and tell tales of old.
Insights from the seers tell of future's bold
Jasmine wine for the elders, deep in thought.
Kings would weep at the sight of a festival where
Lotus flowers decorate the table of feast
Maple trees shade the sun from the east.
North of the vale, natures children ...
#fairies
#magic
#narrative
113 reads
0 Comments
Connotation
Poem Published
1st Apr 2024 12:25pm
1st Apr 2024 12:25pm
One Yet Perpetual
As nothing existed,
One yet perpetual.
One yet perpetual.
#universe
#narrative
#prose
#metaphor
#morality
162 reads
2 Comments
Pishashee
Poem Published
30th Mar 2024 7:13am
30th Mar 2024 7:13am
Coyote
Do you remember the first
time you heard Coyote?
I was afraid.
There's a myth about Coyote
in his shapshifting days
and how he invented the world
in a most antagonistic way.
There's no vitality without
antagonism.
Why was the devil created?
The paneling on the wall
as I lay drifting away
in childhood,
there was Coyote
in the woodcarving
sneaking up on me, always.
I look at the legend of Coyote.
We listen to stories for
warning, and severity;
for the deeper...
time you heard Coyote?
I was afraid.
There's a myth about Coyote
in his shapshifting days
and how he invented the world
in a most antagonistic way.
There's no vitality without
antagonism.
Why was the devil created?
The paneling on the wall
as I lay drifting away
in childhood,
there was Coyote
in the woodcarving
sneaking up on me, always.
I look at the legend of Coyote.
We listen to stories for
warning, and severity;
for the deeper...
#narrative
#mythology
141 reads
2 Comments
Namyh
Poem Published
24th Feb 2024 12:44pm
24th Feb 2024 12:44pm
In the Basement
In the Basement!
I’ve seen fear on the face of men in war,
that wide-eyed riveted gaze,
on mine in front of some foes with guns
who intended to extinguish my days.
Yet nothing could ever prepare me
for this tale I’m compelled to present
about hauling wet clothes to a dryer
downstairs in my buddy’s basement.
First the lights went out, I dropped the load.
The basement silence held two sounds,
like knives slicing air in the distance
and thudding feet walking soft ground.
I lunged for the stairway in darkness. ...
I’ve seen fear on the face of men in war,
that wide-eyed riveted gaze,
on mine in front of some foes with guns
who intended to extinguish my days.
Yet nothing could ever prepare me
for this tale I’m compelled to present
about hauling wet clothes to a dryer
downstairs in my buddy’s basement.
First the lights went out, I dropped the load.
The basement silence held two sounds,
like knives slicing air in the distance
and thudding feet walking soft ground.
I lunged for the stairway in darkness. ...
#dreams
#narrative
#mythology #mystery
#mythology #mystery
129 reads
1 Comment
Pishashee
Poem Published
16th Feb 2024 5:04pm
16th Feb 2024 5:04pm
The Snow is Starting to Stick
You made it up this morning I see,
beating your siren wings
you finally made it to the page to start writing;
a day off with the tortured poet.
I’m sure you moseyed aimless
as you got up to wash & pee
wishing for less pain in your feat,
then you made you a cup of coffee + espresso.
In the bottle,
there was one more slug of whiskey,
and as you warned yourself about bad
rhyme & timing,
hoping it didn’t come back up,
you drank it, decorously,
charmingly, & neatly, ...
beating your siren wings
you finally made it to the page to start writing;
a day off with the tortured poet.
I’m sure you moseyed aimless
as you got up to wash & pee
wishing for less pain in your feat,
then you made you a cup of coffee + espresso.
In the bottle,
there was one more slug of whiskey,
and as you warned yourself about bad
rhyme & timing,
hoping it didn’t come back up,
you drank it, decorously,
charmingly, & neatly, ...
#narrative
131 reads
2 Comments
TheOralizer
Poem Published
24th Jan 2024 3:25pm
24th Jan 2024 3:25pm
I AM NOT ALL MY POEMS
I continually marvel how
there is a tendency to equate
or judge poets to be what they
write about. I plead not guilty
to that charge. Rarely, if ever
"I am what or who I write about."
I once read there are 168 poetry
writing styles. In college I was
taught there were 29.
I know most forms of literature
has a way of drawing the reader
into the text creating opinions,
and even identity and pros and
cons conclusion about the writer.
I, as most of us tend to do, draw
on personal observations, imaginary ...
there is a tendency to equate
or judge poets to be what they
write about. I plead not guilty
to that charge. Rarely, if ever
"I am what or who I write about."
I once read there are 168 poetry
writing styles. In college I was
taught there were 29.
I know most forms of literature
has a way of drawing the reader
into the text creating opinions,
and even identity and pros and
cons conclusion about the writer.
I, as most of us tend to do, draw
on personal observations, imaginary ...
#romantic
#inspirational
#fiction
#narrative
#confessional
194 reads
6 Comments
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