Narrative Seeking Honest Critique Poems
#narrative
Of Leaves and Other Debris
Along the path of amber hue
Where leaves like whispers fall
The trees stand bare against the blue
So stark, so still, so tall
The air hangs thick with earthy scents
As shadows start to creep
The brittle ground, where branches bent
Lies bound in autumn’s sleep
The rustling leaves, a mournful sound
Lie scattered, torn, and shed
Their colors bright, now fallen down
A carpet for the dead
In quiet steps, I tread alone
Beneath the fading light
Where every tree and branch and stone
Seems haunted by the...
Where leaves like whispers fall
The trees stand bare against the blue
So stark, so still, so tall
The air hangs thick with earthy scents
As shadows start to creep
The brittle ground, where branches bent
Lies bound in autumn’s sleep
The rustling leaves, a mournful sound
Lie scattered, torn, and shed
Their colors bright, now fallen down
A carpet for the dead
In quiet steps, I tread alone
Beneath the fading light
Where every tree and branch and stone
Seems haunted by the...
#fall
#forest
#narrative
#nature
#trees
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An Angel and The Gallant
Upon a steed so swift and fair
A noble knight rode out with care
A helm of steel, a shield of might
He ventured forth in holy light
Then from the heavens, clear and bright
Came forth an angel, robed in white
With wings like dawn and eyes aflame
He called the knight by secret name
“Lo, knight of seven virtues true
Thine heart is pure, thine courage due
To lands afar, by holy grace
Thou shalt be guided in this race.”
With trumpet’s sound, and sword held high
The angel led him ‘neath the sky
They crossed...
A noble knight rode out with care
A helm of steel, a shield of might
He ventured forth in holy light
Then from the heavens, clear and bright
Came forth an angel, robed in white
With wings like dawn and eyes aflame
He called the knight by secret name
“Lo, knight of seven virtues true
Thine heart is pure, thine courage due
To lands afar, by holy grace
Thou shalt be guided in this race.”
With trumpet’s sound, and sword held high
The angel led him ‘neath the sky
They crossed...
#angels
#Christian
#narrative
#religion
#rhyming
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Gun Smoke and Sabre's Shine
Half a league, half a league
Half a league onward
Into the smoke and flame
Marched the Six Hundred
"Forward, my Guard!" he said
With sun on each bayonet
On through the mist they sped
Led by Napoleon
Stormed at by shot and shell
Rising where heroes fell
Into the jaws of hell
Charged his Grand Army
Onward they surged as one
Flanking the morning sun
Russian and Austrian line
Crumbling beneath them
Boldly they charged ahead
Steel met with fire and lead
Grim on the frozen plain ...
Half a league onward
Into the smoke and flame
Marched the Six Hundred
"Forward, my Guard!" he said
With sun on each bayonet
On through the mist they sped
Led by Napoleon
Stormed at by shot and shell
Rising where heroes fell
Into the jaws of hell
Charged his Grand Army
Onward they surged as one
Flanking the morning sun
Russian and Austrian line
Crumbling beneath them
Boldly they charged ahead
Steel met with fire and lead
Grim on the frozen plain ...
#historical
#narrative
#rhyming
#success
#war
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The Law and Other Trifles
Down in the bayou, where the moss hangs low
And the gators lie quiet in the water’s slow flow
The law come sniffin’ with their collars tight
But they don’t belong in the swamp at night
With lanterns high and their boots so clean
Cut through the cane where the ghosts ain't seen
But the folks here know where the shadows creep
And the secrets kept in the waters deep
The bayou don’t care for a badge or a name
And it don’t bow down to a city man’s claim
So they come with their guns and their silver stars
But the swamp don’t reckon...
And the gators lie quiet in the water’s slow flow
The law come sniffin’ with their collars tight
But they don’t belong in the swamp at night
With lanterns high and their boots so clean
Cut through the cane where the ghosts ain't seen
But the folks here know where the shadows creep
And the secrets kept in the waters deep
The bayou don’t care for a badge or a name
And it don’t bow down to a city man’s claim
So they come with their guns and their silver stars
But the swamp don’t reckon...
#countryside
#environment
#LifeStruggles
#narrative
#rhyming
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Meadow Ghosts
Beneath the pale, relentless noon
Where light wears thin and weak
The meadow lies, a muted tune
And shadows softly speak
The grasses bow, as though to mourn
In whispers low and slight
For all that once by day was borne
Now flees the pressing light
There, sorrow drapes the autumn bough
With unseen burdens weighed
And silence fills the hollowed vow
That daylight scarce has made
The air grows damp with old regret
A grief that time has grown
And though no shade nor form be met
One does not walk alone ...
Where light wears thin and weak
The meadow lies, a muted tune
And shadows softly speak
The grasses bow, as though to mourn
In whispers low and slight
For all that once by day was borne
Now flees the pressing light
There, sorrow drapes the autumn bough
With unseen burdens weighed
And silence fills the hollowed vow
That daylight scarce has made
The air grows damp with old regret
A grief that time has grown
And though no shade nor form be met
One does not walk alone ...
#countryside
#dark
#ghosts
#narrative
#rhyming
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Distraction
She is, the kind of distraction,
I didn’t know I needed,
I… Follow her… Everywhere… Now;
Bet she tastes good,
She has too,
I would be SO disappointed now,
If she didn’t,
and would need yet,
Another, how shall we say it,
Distraction,
From my work,
That which I was born into this world
…To do…
I didn’t know I needed,
I… Follow her… Everywhere… Now;
Bet she tastes good,
She has too,
I would be SO disappointed now,
If she didn’t,
and would need yet,
Another, how shall we say it,
Distraction,
From my work,
That which I was born into this world
…To do…
#dark
#fate
#gothic
#narrative
#obsession
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The Lost, Forgotten, and Elusive
A knight errant on the road
By waters dark and still
His golden hair, a fleeting glow
Against the swamp’s cold chill
With eyes like washed-out skies
Blue, bright, and lost to sight
He walks beneath the tangled vines
That hide the stars from night
Forgotten like the land
Where shadows fall like rain
Through bayou roads of mud and sand
He wanders, half in pain
No identity, no name to call
Just boots on asphalt worn
A figure by the cypress tall
Alone till light of morn
The bayou holds him...
By waters dark and still
His golden hair, a fleeting glow
Against the swamp’s cold chill
With eyes like washed-out skies
Blue, bright, and lost to sight
He walks beneath the tangled vines
That hide the stars from night
Forgotten like the land
Where shadows fall like rain
Through bayou roads of mud and sand
He wanders, half in pain
No identity, no name to call
Just boots on asphalt worn
A figure by the cypress tall
Alone till light of morn
The bayou holds him...
#dark
#identity
#narrative
#rhyming
#SelfReflection
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Under The Eyes of A Snake Moon
Yon moon doth split in twain
Two lights like eyes of fate
A serpent’s gaze, so cold, so vain
That stirs the midnight late
Two spheres of piercing white
O’er heavens dark and still
Mark where death takes flight
With cold and ancient will
The stars doth hide in fear
The night doth choke with dread
For all beneath its baleful leer
Are counted with the dead
The Snake-Eyes Moon doth stare
Its gaze both fell and grim
As death takes form from out the air
And walks where shadows swim
O mark...
Two lights like eyes of fate
A serpent’s gaze, so cold, so vain
That stirs the midnight late
Two spheres of piercing white
O’er heavens dark and still
Mark where death takes flight
With cold and ancient will
The stars doth hide in fear
The night doth choke with dread
For all beneath its baleful leer
Are counted with the dead
The Snake-Eyes Moon doth stare
Its gaze both fell and grim
As death takes form from out the air
And walks where shadows swim
O mark...
#astronomy
#dark
#hell
#narrative
#universe
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Grave Wind
Through yon graveyard I tread
The night is thick with gloom
‘midst the shadows of the dead
I pass a stony tomb
The wind doth moan and wail
Yet something darker stirs
A sound of claws, so sharp, so frail
That through the silence purrs
Beneath the marble door
A scratching doth arise
As if some foul thing seeks to soar
From death, with hollow cries
No wind could wake this sound
For here the dead are still
Yet from the grave, a wretched pound
Doth shake the night with chill
I stand as...
The night is thick with gloom
‘midst the shadows of the dead
I pass a stony tomb
The wind doth moan and wail
Yet something darker stirs
A sound of claws, so sharp, so frail
That through the silence purrs
Beneath the marble door
A scratching doth arise
As if some foul thing seeks to soar
From death, with hollow cries
No wind could wake this sound
For here the dead are still
Yet from the grave, a wretched pound
Doth shake the night with chill
I stand as...
#death
#graveyard
#narrative
#night
#rhyming
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Killing Stroke
In yon pale moon’s bewitching light
The noble blade is swift outborne
A silver flash through starless night
The herald of the fatal morn
Yon longsword sweeps with fairest grace
A serpent’s hiss through shadowed air
Cold steel doth kiss the foe’s pale face
And death’s soft whisper lingers there
The knight, unbowed, in gallant form
Doth strike as wind through autumn leaves
No brutish blow, but tempered storm
A stroke the weeping soul deceives
Yon killing sweep, so artful, pure
A dance of flesh, of blood, of bone ...
The noble blade is swift outborne
A silver flash through starless night
The herald of the fatal morn
Yon longsword sweeps with fairest grace
A serpent’s hiss through shadowed air
Cold steel doth kiss the foe’s pale face
And death’s soft whisper lingers there
The knight, unbowed, in gallant form
Doth strike as wind through autumn leaves
No brutish blow, but tempered storm
A stroke the weeping soul deceives
Yon killing sweep, so artful, pure
A dance of flesh, of blood, of bone ...
#death
#narrative
#night
#rhyming
#war
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Trees
In green forests of solitude and isolation
When thoughts were so hard to get on
A tree, glistening, raining
Silently, in the dark
Sunlight captures it
Framing beauty
into essence privately seen
In those mere moments
Tempted to defy it,
In worlds that have seemed so cruel
In green forests of solitude and isolation
When thoughts were so hard to get on
A tree, glistening, raining
Silently, in the dark
Sunlight captures it
Framing beauty
into essence privately seen
In those mere moments
Tempted to defy it,
In worlds that have seemed so cruel
In green forests of solitude and isolation
#forest
#narrative
#trees
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Vulnerability and Hellfire
Sometimes
Your give me your vulnerable
One moment at a time
Each syllable
Dancing
A rthymic flow
Graceful and amorous
Or a moody storm
Either way
I can't resist
The sweet sensation
Or your fiery finish
That is you
Your give me your vulnerable
One moment at a time
Each syllable
Dancing
A rthymic flow
Graceful and amorous
Or a moody storm
Either way
I can't resist
The sweet sensation
Or your fiery finish
That is you
#fire
#narrative
#storm #vulnerability
#storm #vulnerability
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DU Poetry : Narrative Seeking Honest Critique Poems