Narrative Seeking Honest Critique Poems
#narrative
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
27th Oct 2024 3:41pm
27th Oct 2024 3:41pm
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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darkburden
Poem Published
26th Oct 2024 4:08am
26th Oct 2024 4:08am
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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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
26th Oct 2024 1:09am
26th Oct 2024 1:09am
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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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
26th Oct 2024 1:02am
26th Oct 2024 1:02am
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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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2024 2:45pm
22nd Oct 2024 2:45pm
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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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2024 2:34pm
22nd Oct 2024 2:34pm
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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DrunkenWolf
Poem Published
21st Oct 2024 4:39pm
21st Oct 2024 4:39pm
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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PoetSpeak
Poem Published
18th Oct 2024 7:36pm
18th Oct 2024 7:36pm
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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darkburden
Poem Published
14th Oct 2024 1:27am
14th Oct 2024 1:27am
Fantasy of Want
I love it, to hear them suffer
Cause that shit is true
They aint faking it
No, they are living it
They are taking it, every damn moment of it
and are involuntarily reacting to it
They feel it, see it, smell it, taste it,
They are in my world
And here, I rule with an iron fist
God, it turns me on so
In heat and rain,
Alone with friends
It matters little
I have the strength
Strength to make my fantasy of want take its course
Cause that shit is true
They aint faking it
No, they are living it
They are taking it, every damn moment of it
and are involuntarily reacting to it
They feel it, see it, smell it, taste it,
They are in my world
And here, I rule with an iron fist
God, it turns me on so
In heat and rain,
Alone with friends
It matters little
I have the strength
Strength to make my fantasy of want take its course
#gothic
#narrative
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
13th Oct 2024 4:46am
13th Oct 2024 4:46am
Avatars of Phobos
Summon forth the dark herald
O Phobos, bane of peace
Savior in decay’s embrace
Whisperer in temptation’s grasp
For thine is the reign of terror
And the power of fear untold
For thine is the kingdom of dread
And the glory of night
Eternal
Scholar of unseen realms
Great abyss of dread concealed
Rippling with chaos, eager to unleash
Reforging the firmament in shadows vast
Behold the accuser of hearts
A lance of fury, sharp and swift...
O Phobos, bane of peace
Savior in decay’s embrace
Whisperer in temptation’s grasp
For thine is the reign of terror
And the power of fear untold
For thine is the kingdom of dread
And the glory of night
Eternal
Scholar of unseen realms
Great abyss of dread concealed
Rippling with chaos, eager to unleash
Reforging the firmament in shadows vast
Behold the accuser of hearts
A lance of fury, sharp and swift...
#dark
#fear
#freedom
#mythology
#narrative
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
12th Oct 2024 11:26am
12th Oct 2024 11:26am
Long Prints
The prints they lead through mire and dust
In paths both wide and deep
To where the woods in silent trust
Their ancient secrets keep
No beast doth make such crooked mark
Nor man with mortal tread
Yet there they wind, both cold and stark
Where none would dare to head
The trees, they sigh with heavy grief
For deep beneath the loam
Lie souls denied their rightful brief
Who never called life home
The prints, they lead to burial ground
Where unborn rest in gloom
Their cries, though soft, still stir the sound...
In paths both wide and deep
To where the woods in silent trust
Their ancient secrets keep
No beast doth make such crooked mark
Nor man with mortal tread
Yet there they wind, both cold and stark
Where none would dare to head
The trees, they sigh with heavy grief
For deep beneath the loam
Lie souls denied their rightful brief
Who never called life home
The prints, they lead to burial ground
Where unborn rest in gloom
Their cries, though soft, still stir the sound...
#dark
#forest
#ghosts
#mystery
#narrative
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
12th Oct 2024 11:21am
12th Oct 2024 11:21am
Wanderings of A Crimson Seer
The crimson seer doth roam
With bones and rites in tow
Her weary steps through loam
'Neath skies that ever glow
The runes she casts in flame
The stars her secret guide
She calls each fate by name
And bids the veil divide
With trembling hands she grasps
The orb of midnight’s hue
In shadows deep, she clasps
The threads that none construe
Her whispered words of old
In tongues both dark and fey
Doth summon powers bold
To show what none dare say
The cards she spreads with care
Each...
With bones and rites in tow
Her weary steps through loam
'Neath skies that ever glow
The runes she casts in flame
The stars her secret guide
She calls each fate by name
And bids the veil divide
With trembling hands she grasps
The orb of midnight’s hue
In shadows deep, she clasps
The threads that none construe
Her whispered words of old
In tongues both dark and fey
Doth summon powers bold
To show what none dare say
The cards she spreads with care
Each...
#magic
#narrative
#rhyming
#travel
#universe
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