Least Read Narrative Poems
#narrative
yelluw_always
Poem Published
20th Jan 2019 7:40pm
20th Jan 2019 7:40pm
an arcane
a sunken
bulldozer
covered
by the Northwest
a fossil
symptom
of man between
Swan Lake and
Kreger Lake
between pterodactyls
and annihilation
it disappeared
in a manner
of intervals
by the sunfeather
and moonroll
by Mount Tambora
of the year
without summer
by the tsunamis
of elephants
running to peak
as an alarm
by the robin bleary
owl dives
by the...
bulldozer
covered
by the Northwest
a fossil
symptom
of man between
Swan Lake and
Kreger Lake
between pterodactyls
and annihilation
it disappeared
in a manner
of intervals
by the sunfeather
and moonroll
by Mount Tambora
of the year
without summer
by the tsunamis
of elephants
running to peak
as an alarm
by the robin bleary
owl dives
by the...
#parent
#narrative
#memories #historical
#memories #historical
20 reads
4 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
26th Dec 2018 7:54pm
26th Dec 2018 7:54pm
Owl Series: I
Bugs are attracted
to the awashed-orleander pages, a flower
with textual landing strips. Words
flutter resembling a sea under hazy skies
of grass scribbled, a proclamation
of make me more. Pollinate
these thoughtwords and brush them off before
the crush of paper’s weight- them being bugs,
the page isn’t for the owl but for these
who pass it on it on; this it
is a continuity when she feeds. She scrambles
what came before bottled within another
and...
to the awashed-orleander pages, a flower
with textual landing strips. Words
flutter resembling a sea under hazy skies
of grass scribbled, a proclamation
of make me more. Pollinate
these thoughtwords and brush them off before
the crush of paper’s weight- them being bugs,
the page isn’t for the owl but for these
who pass it on it on; this it
is a continuity when she feeds. She scrambles
what came before bottled within another
and...
#countryside
#birds
#narrative
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
22 reads
10 Comments
faithmairee
Poem Published
20th Apr 2024 8:37pm
20th Apr 2024 8:37pm
The Lady Blue (Growing Desire)
#lover
#lust
#narrative
25 reads
4 Comments
TheFormalDormouse
Poem Published
18th Apr 2024 2:17pm
18th Apr 2024 2:17pm
The Ballad of Sonic and Tails
or Rainy Morning Imagination
The day broke grey and full of rain,
two boys were in the dumps.
They couldn’t run around outside,
they were a pair of grumps,
they fussed and fumed about their luck
and then the power went out!
Their video games could not be played,
they’d have to do without.
Big brother had a splendid plan
to help them cure their ails.
Sonic the hedgehog he would be,
his bro’, his sidekick, Tails!
Their mission was to gather rings
across the USA,
the rings were of the...
The day broke grey and full of rain,
two boys were in the dumps.
They couldn’t run around outside,
they were a pair of grumps,
they fussed and fumed about their luck
and then the power went out!
Their video games could not be played,
they’d have to do without.
Big brother had a splendid plan
to help them cure their ails.
Sonic the hedgehog he would be,
his bro’, his sidekick, Tails!
Their mission was to gather rings
across the USA,
the rings were of the...
#narrative
38 reads
2 Comments
gestalt
Poem Published
Yesterday 00:11am
Yesterday 00:11am
ir-
fuck answering whether
anyone was listening;
patrons in the
dimension adjacent
were moving their
chairs.
it's always the hats
give it away.
a proud decoration
of being decorated;
wwii, vietnam, desert
storm uno y dos. and
thank them for
their service, of
course.
but ripping
waitstaff because
your sweet tea
lacks diabetic-coma
levels of sugar
and eviscerating
a teenager making
a tallboy...
anyone was listening;
patrons in the
dimension adjacent
were moving their
chairs.
it's always the hats
give it away.
a proud decoration
of being decorated;
wwii, vietnam, desert
storm uno y dos. and
thank them for
their service, of
course.
but ripping
waitstaff because
your sweet tea
lacks diabetic-coma
levels of sugar
and eviscerating
a teenager making
a tallboy...
#aging
#conflict
#funny
#inspirational
#narrative
38 reads
7 Comments
deadwolf
Poem Published
12th Apr 2024 6:02am
12th Apr 2024 6:02am
Random Ramblins #12 ~ Window at night
Sittin here, at mine window at night,
by my fridge, drinkin beers in the cold day of it,
By my window, alone once again,
Tryin to figure out which one o us is sane, or insane,
Darlin don’t you know that men sometimes need time, on our own,
When there is no one left for you to blame, can you truly love me,
Turn you music on me
Spread your wings high o’er me
Hero’s often fade,
In the minds eye, front news,
With revelations of all that’s good in man,
Cosmic Queries come out strong,
In a place that does not belong, ...
by my fridge, drinkin beers in the cold day of it,
By my window, alone once again,
Tryin to figure out which one o us is sane, or insane,
Darlin don’t you know that men sometimes need time, on our own,
When there is no one left for you to blame, can you truly love me,
Turn you music on me
Spread your wings high o’er me
Hero’s often fade,
In the minds eye, front news,
With revelations of all that’s good in man,
Cosmic Queries come out strong,
In a place that does not belong, ...
#gothic
#narrative
#prose
45 reads
1 Comment
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
47 reads
1 Comment
Kinkpoet
Poem Published
8th Apr 2024 3:01pm
8th Apr 2024 3:01pm
Hero’s Stories
blossoms flutter on ancient tree,
still capable of bearing fruit
black bird fully formed, takes flight.
some paths more hazardous than others.
select a wrong one, and destination
grows farther with each wing beat.
each detour, each obstacle, an opportunity.
the Quest its own reward.
some words old, significance forgotten.
bits added to bits over spans of time
stories imperfectly recalled,
flawed language shaping narratives.
in the end, defining ourselves by tales told,
pictures hung on...
still capable of bearing fruit
black bird fully formed, takes flight.
some paths more hazardous than others.
select a wrong one, and destination
grows farther with each wing beat.
each detour, each obstacle, an opportunity.
the Quest its own reward.
some words old, significance forgotten.
bits added to bits over spans of time
stories imperfectly recalled,
flawed language shaping narratives.
in the end, defining ourselves by tales told,
pictures hung on...
#identity
#narrative
#memories
48 reads
2 Comments
deadwolf
Poem Published
13th Apr 2024 00:09am
13th Apr 2024 00:09am
Random Ramblins #13
3:33AM
Pain hits hard enough to wake me up
~again… damn it… again~
prayin to empty bottles of pills
Ignite the soothing away of pain
please, refill… please
hands shakin & can hardly see
cant make it to phone, legs achin so bad,
been so busy perfecting hatred an resentment lately
that forgot to practice smiling
an bein grateful for what already got
though at the moment
cant seem to remember anything to be grateful for
3:33am
what the fuk is so special about 3:33
`~,,~`
Layin in bed nude for days...
Pain hits hard enough to wake me up
~again… damn it… again~
prayin to empty bottles of pills
Ignite the soothing away of pain
please, refill… please
hands shakin & can hardly see
cant make it to phone, legs achin so bad,
been so busy perfecting hatred an resentment lately
that forgot to practice smiling
an bein grateful for what already got
though at the moment
cant seem to remember anything to be grateful for
3:33am
what the fuk is so special about 3:33
`~,,~`
Layin in bed nude for days...
#gothic
#narrative
#prose
52 reads
1 Comment
Vandel_Viaclovsky
Van
Van
Poem Published
4th Nov 2019 10:00pm
4th Nov 2019 10:00pm
On Seeking the Sun
i
finish up
the sunday morning
crepes
i set
the plate
------------------------------------------------------atop a -_________________________________
book by
...
finish up
the sunday morning
crepes
i set
the plate
------------------------------------------------------atop a -_________________________________
book by
...
#narrative
#confessional
58 reads
8 Comments
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