Narrative Seeking Friendly Advice Poems
#narrative
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
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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
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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
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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
95 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
131 reads
6 Comments
PostalPoet
Poem Published
27th Aug 2023 9:56pm
27th Aug 2023 9:56pm
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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1 Comment
JaisaOak
Jaisa
Jaisa
Poem Published
3rd Aug 2023 9:39am
3rd Aug 2023 9:39am
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
155 reads
2 Comments
Shoveleaner
Poem Published
10th Jul 2023 2:09am
10th Jul 2023 2:09am
Digging Deep One More Hole
I never meant to be so heartless, yet sentiment can't help explain.
It seems a means to an end regardless, if there is proof to fault or blame.
Another night is spent in darkness, judgement and level head is regained.
Day break is civilized, Dawn is harmless. Now that I'm civil once again.
As I dig in the dark near the car I have parked, so the headlights can shine-
Cause without them I'm blind. Hours ago I awoke to a timeline that broke.
Look passed mirrors through smoke. Tricks were played on my mind.
It's true when they say that time flies,...
It seems a means to an end regardless, if there is proof to fault or blame.
Another night is spent in darkness, judgement and level head is regained.
Day break is civilized, Dawn is harmless. Now that I'm civil once again.
As I dig in the dark near the car I have parked, so the headlights can shine-
Cause without them I'm blind. Hours ago I awoke to a timeline that broke.
Look passed mirrors through smoke. Tricks were played on my mind.
It's true when they say that time flies,...
#beauty
#fiction
#narrative
#ShortStory
#revenge
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0 Comments
DeeTooCold
Poem Published
9th Jul 2023 1:10am
9th Jul 2023 1:10am
Welcome to the Trench
Intro:
Welcome to the Trench
You know, let me give you a step into my world
My city has a few names, but now we call it the trench
I know you’re wondering why we call it that
But give me a moment to explain that
It’s a meaningful story I’m about to tell
So bare with me me, yeah
Verse:
Let me tell a story, about a small city called the Grip
They used to call it that, but now they now they call it the trench
A metaphor to describe the city as a deep, muddy old ditch
It’s extremely hard to get out of, once you trip and fall...
Welcome to the Trench
You know, let me give you a step into my world
My city has a few names, but now we call it the trench
I know you’re wondering why we call it that
But give me a moment to explain that
It’s a meaningful story I’m about to tell
So bare with me me, yeah
Verse:
Let me tell a story, about a small city called the Grip
They used to call it that, but now they now they call it the trench
A metaphor to describe the city as a deep, muddy old ditch
It’s extremely hard to get out of, once you trip and fall...
#music
#narrative
#lyrics #rap
#lyrics #rap
531 reads
0 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
16th May 2023 2:45am
16th May 2023 2:45am
Jacked
Hell yeah I’m on point I see you and your boys chit fucking chetting
Eyeing the goods but yo I’m not sweating
I’m a fiend for this shit, a maestro at shirt wetting
The best way to clean the wound is a little blood letting
Watch me move as I move weighted down as I slide
Is it the gat or the stash got me lubed like KY
Fucking plan your next move but remember this isn’t checkers it’s chess
Play me for a pussy bitch but let’s see who wears the black dress
Black mask, dark clothes, and lying prone watching both your doors
A sniper locked...
Eyeing the goods but yo I’m not sweating
I’m a fiend for this shit, a maestro at shirt wetting
The best way to clean the wound is a little blood letting
Watch me move as I move weighted down as I slide
Is it the gat or the stash got me lubed like KY
Fucking plan your next move but remember this isn’t checkers it’s chess
Play me for a pussy bitch but let’s see who wears the black dress
Black mask, dark clothes, and lying prone watching both your doors
A sniper locked...
#rhyming
#narrative
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
15th Apr 2023 5:59pm
15th Apr 2023 5:59pm
Silent, The Bach Suite
Two Years Earlier, Gavin
Philippa's turn to perform came after the coffee break. She played an entire Bach Suite from memory. Personally, I thought she looked stunning on stage, but I wasn't sure about her choice of repertoire. It didn't seem that interesting and Bach isn't the best composer to play in a major piano event.
She received mixed feedback, like I had. On one hand, Agnes said, she played competently with a developed technique; on the other hand, the Suite lacked originality, or any emotion at all, and this came across in the performance.
'You...
Philippa's turn to perform came after the coffee break. She played an entire Bach Suite from memory. Personally, I thought she looked stunning on stage, but I wasn't sure about her choice of repertoire. It didn't seem that interesting and Bach isn't the best composer to play in a major piano event.
She received mixed feedback, like I had. On one hand, Agnes said, she played competently with a developed technique; on the other hand, the Suite lacked originality, or any emotion at all, and this came across in the performance.
'You...
#narrative
#mystery
164 reads
6 Comments
mcjay
Poem Published
28th Mar 2023 4:19am
28th Mar 2023 4:19am
The Mermaid's Lament: A Yearning for Flight
In days of old when seas were bold,
And mermaids swam in the depths below,
A tale was told of a mermaid bold,
Who yearned for wings to help her go.
With tears of pearl and a voice so sweet,
She sang her heart out to the sea,
"O wings of freedom, I long to meet,
And soar above the waves with glee."
The fish and crabs and all below,
Were moved to tears by her woeful plea,
And whispered to the wind to blow,
The mermaid's wish to set her free.
Up above the waves a sailor heard,
The mermaid's voice and her...
And mermaids swam in the depths below,
A tale was told of a mermaid bold,
Who yearned for wings to help her go.
With tears of pearl and a voice so sweet,
She sang her heart out to the sea,
"O wings of freedom, I long to meet,
And soar above the waves with glee."
The fish and crabs and all below,
Were moved to tears by her woeful plea,
And whispered to the wind to blow,
The mermaid's wish to set her free.
Up above the waves a sailor heard,
The mermaid's voice and her...
#inspirational
#narrative
#evolution #WritingPoetry
#evolution #WritingPoetry
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