Long Narrative Poems
#narrative
Mercurial
Poem Published
18th Mar 2025 7:38pm
18th Mar 2025 7:38pm
Little Spark
I see you my love, here from above,
My energy coursing through, there's nothing to do,
Im your life and strife,
I know your pain and joy.
We were together deep in the fabric of time,
Making our story together in space,
The little whispers we experienced,
Left a trace along the path we created.
I saw everything in you, and you in me,
I couldn't do anything so i created you,
My angelic necessity from the centre of my heart,
From the light that glows in and echoes from eternity.
You are my little spark, we ride...
My energy coursing through, there's nothing to do,
Im your life and strife,
I know your pain and joy.
We were together deep in the fabric of time,
Making our story together in space,
The little whispers we experienced,
Left a trace along the path we created.
I saw everything in you, and you in me,
I couldn't do anything so i created you,
My angelic necessity from the centre of my heart,
From the light that glows in and echoes from eternity.
You are my little spark, we ride...
#dawn
#inspirational
#narrative
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fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
17th Jan 2025 7:46pm
17th Jan 2025 7:46pm
Life Lesson Part 7 UK (f**king Ang)
It has been a while since I wrote a life lesson. I want to remind you that the year is 1989. I just made it back to the UK because my mother was not in the mood to deal with me.
I believe it was a chance for her to get her groove on without prying eyes.
My sister and I have been in the UK for over a week, and I started to feel…antsy. I wondered what David was up to.
I called the number he gave me the last time I was here, and his mum answered. Why did I call?
“Hello, is David home?” I asked
...
I believe it was a chance for her to get her groove on without prying eyes.
My sister and I have been in the UK for over a week, and I started to feel…antsy. I wondered what David was up to.
I called the number he gave me the last time I was here, and his mum answered. Why did I call?
“Hello, is David home?” I asked
...
#narrative
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Betty
Poem Published
27th Dec 2024 4:16pm
27th Dec 2024 4:16pm
In a world of Juliets, call me Lady Macbeth
I had to sub a Sophomore Lit class
when the professor was out
with COVID
And my inner literary snob
screamed a thousand
deaths when the 20-year-old zygotes
romanticized about
Romeo and Juliet.
I smiled and fluttered
my eyelashes
and smashed those
cute little bitches
who thought they
invented thought
with actual arrogance.
You see children,
Shakespeare...
when the professor was out
with COVID
And my inner literary snob
screamed a thousand
deaths when the 20-year-old zygotes
romanticized about
Romeo and Juliet.
I smiled and fluttered
my eyelashes
and smashed those
cute little bitches
who thought they
invented thought
with actual arrogance.
You see children,
Shakespeare...
#dark
#narrative
#lover
#revenge
#identity
371 reads
28 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
12th Nov 2024 7:48pm
12th Nov 2024 7:48pm
King Crimson- In The Wake Of Poseidon
During the US tour in late 1969, King Crimson imploded. Ian McDonald and Michael Giles had too much too soon and would depart to record an eponymous record. Similarly, Greg Lake had met up with Keith Emerson (formerly of The Nice) while on tour and agreed to form a band upon their return to the UK. (Emerson, Lake & Palmer) Robert Fripp & Peter Sinfield were left with the reigns of the band and faced the task of recording the follow-up. (though both Lake & Giles did make contributions to the album with the latter's brother Peter adding bass). In March of 1970 Robert Fripp was asked...
#historical
#music
#narrative #nonfiction
#narrative #nonfiction
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
12th Nov 2024 7:34pm
12th Nov 2024 7:34pm
King Crimson- In The Court Of The Crimson King
King Crimson were an English based Progressive Rock band that formed in London in 1968.
The roots of King Crimson start pre-1969 with the light-weight, pop efforts of Giles, Giles & Fripp. After failing to get any gigs what so ever and receiving a dismal response from anyone who heard them, Pete Giles left. Around the end of 1968 Pete's brother Mike and Robert Fripp conceived King Crimson and added Ian McDonald on reeds, Greg Lake on bass and vocals and lyricist Peter Sinfield, who was McDonald's songwriting partner became the bands fifth member. King Crimson was born.
...
The roots of King Crimson start pre-1969 with the light-weight, pop efforts of Giles, Giles & Fripp. After failing to get any gigs what so ever and receiving a dismal response from anyone who heard them, Pete Giles left. Around the end of 1968 Pete's brother Mike and Robert Fripp conceived King Crimson and added Ian McDonald on reeds, Greg Lake on bass and vocals and lyricist Peter Sinfield, who was McDonald's songwriting partner became the bands fifth member. King Crimson was born.
...
#historical
#music
#narrative #nonfiction
#narrative #nonfiction
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
12th Nov 2024 1:08am
12th Nov 2024 1:08am
Drive
From the Walternate Universes
Delta – 2.0
I had taken a day off from work
There was a lot to think about, to plan and write
I was home alone with nothing but time
When a familiar portal opened nearby
It was my old amigo, my (W)alter ego
Spinning a set of car keys on his index finger
“Bro” I said as we hugged, he smiled and said…
“Let’s go for a drive”
The portal led to a barnlike garage
The sight in front of me left me speechless and stirred
As I walked around the car the top automatically came...
Delta – 2.0
I had taken a day off from work
There was a lot to think about, to plan and write
I was home alone with nothing but time
When a familiar portal opened nearby
It was my old amigo, my (W)alter ego
Spinning a set of car keys on his index finger
“Bro” I said as we hugged, he smiled and said…
“Let’s go for a drive”
The portal led to a barnlike garage
The sight in front of me left me speechless and stirred
As I walked around the car the top automatically came...
#narrative
#ShortStory
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SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
1st Nov 2024 4:14pm
1st Nov 2024 4:14pm
“Mm.. Primitive And Heated.... Forevermore”
My lusting sword rages for the wetness of your bliss
Let me slide into your sheath and taste the sweetness of your lips
And find paradise in a kiss
An undeniable thirst for the taste of his beautiful soul
It’s midnight, an alluring full moon, the veil of my calling when desires I seek to control
Prowling through the foggy laden forest, seeking an immortal love to console
His lifeforce commodity I crave
One stop brings me closer to the art...
Let me slide into your sheath and taste the sweetness of your lips
And find paradise in a kiss
An undeniable thirst for the taste of his beautiful soul
It’s midnight, an alluring full moon, the veil of my calling when desires I seek to control
Prowling through the foggy laden forest, seeking an immortal love to console
His lifeforce commodity I crave
One stop brings me closer to the art...
#dialogue
#lover
#moon
#narrative
#sun
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
28th Sep 2024 9:06pm
28th Sep 2024 9:06pm
Dust and Dusk
In the vale where shadows crept at dusk
A masked man rode with silent tread
His name long lost, his purpose hushed
But death was sure where he was led
The dusty road beneath his steed
Lay barren, cracked, and lined with sin
The whispers told of evil deeds
Of souls he’d sent to winds that spin
He wore a mask of tattered black
That veiled his face from Heaven’s light
And in his hand, the Colt intact
Was quicker than the creeping night
At dusk, he came to deal his trade
Where blood and pride would often cross ...
A masked man rode with silent tread
His name long lost, his purpose hushed
But death was sure where he was led
The dusty road beneath his steed
Lay barren, cracked, and lined with sin
The whispers told of evil deeds
Of souls he’d sent to winds that spin
He wore a mask of tattered black
That veiled his face from Heaven’s light
And in his hand, the Colt intact
Was quicker than the creeping night
At dusk, he came to deal his trade
Where blood and pride would often cross ...
#countryside
#death
#narrative
#night
#rhyming
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
28th Sep 2024 3:57am
28th Sep 2024 3:57am
Laments of Pandemonium
Is this the sum of all my bold revolt
To languish here in darkness unadorned?
To wear the crown of flame, yet feel it scorch
Not with the heat of power, but despair?
The chains of Hell, though forged by heav’nly hand
Were wrought within the mind long ere they clasped
My once proud limbs, now heavy with remorse
And yet, what is remorse but cowardice
In face of choice? What shame, but weakness’ gift
To those who dare not seize their rightful throne?
Did I not rise with light that rivaled His?
Did I not claim the stars...
To languish here in darkness unadorned?
To wear the crown of flame, yet feel it scorch
Not with the heat of power, but despair?
The chains of Hell, though forged by heav’nly hand
Were wrought within the mind long ere they clasped
My once proud limbs, now heavy with remorse
And yet, what is remorse but cowardice
In face of choice? What shame, but weakness’ gift
To those who dare not seize their rightful throne?
Did I not rise with light that rivaled His?
Did I not claim the stars...
#dark
#devil
#hell #narrative
#hell #narrative
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
28th Sep 2024 3:49am
28th Sep 2024 3:49am
Sorrow Ascendent Canto III
Upon the cliffs of mournful stone
Shadows writhe and serpents drone
A kingdom lost, of bone and grief
Where sorrow reigns, without relief
The moon, a pale and shattered eye
Beholds the earth, condemned to die
The stars, long dimmed by ancient woe
Shine weakly on the void below
In that forsaken, broken land
A specter walked with bleeding hand
The wind was cold, the ground was cracked
No road remained, no path intact
He wandered there, a soul undone
Beneath the gaze of noonday’s sun
Though light no longer warmed the...
Shadows writhe and serpents drone
A kingdom lost, of bone and grief
Where sorrow reigns, without relief
The moon, a pale and shattered eye
Beholds the earth, condemned to die
The stars, long dimmed by ancient woe
Shine weakly on the void below
In that forsaken, broken land
A specter walked with bleeding hand
The wind was cold, the ground was cracked
No road remained, no path intact
He wandered there, a soul undone
Beneath the gaze of noonday’s sun
Though light no longer warmed the...
#angels
#dark
#narrative
#rhyming
#sadness
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
24th Sep 2024 11:27pm
24th Sep 2024 11:27pm
Ease of Autumn
In Hills where the mist meets the gold of the trees
Lived a Bavarian lord, with a heart set at ease
The chill of the autumn had kissed the bright land
And the fruits of the season were ripe by his hand
His manor stood high, with its windows aglow
Scent of the harvest crept soft through the snow
The vineyards hung heavy, the apples were sweet
The fields rich with pumpkins lay under his feet
With a laugh in his throat and his stein raised high
He welcomed the dusk, under crisp autumn sky
His dunkel was poured, dark and full...
Lived a Bavarian lord, with a heart set at ease
The chill of the autumn had kissed the bright land
And the fruits of the season were ripe by his hand
His manor stood high, with its windows aglow
Scent of the harvest crept soft through the snow
The vineyards hung heavy, the apples were sweet
The fields rich with pumpkins lay under his feet
With a laugh in his throat and his stein raised high
He welcomed the dusk, under crisp autumn sky
His dunkel was poured, dark and full...
#alcohol
#fall
#food
#narrative
#rhyming
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
24th Sep 2024 11:20pm
24th Sep 2024 11:20pm
Gunfighters Goetia
Out on the plains where the coyotes cry,
Rode a man in black ‘neath a blood-red sky
His boots hit the dust with a heavy fall
And whispers followed him, the Devil’s call
His face was hidden, his eyes burned low
A brimmed hat shaded what none could know
The town folks whispered as he rode in
Of the gun at his side, and his life of sin
They say he knew words from a book of fear
He’d speak to shadows no man could hear
By candlelight, when the moon hung still
He’d summon forces to bend his will
His pistol gleamed, but it...
Rode a man in black ‘neath a blood-red sky
His boots hit the dust with a heavy fall
And whispers followed him, the Devil’s call
His face was hidden, his eyes burned low
A brimmed hat shaded what none could know
The town folks whispered as he rode in
Of the gun at his side, and his life of sin
They say he knew words from a book of fear
He’d speak to shadows no man could hear
By candlelight, when the moon hung still
He’d summon forces to bend his will
His pistol gleamed, but it...
#dark
#historical
#magic
#narrative
#rhyming
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DU Poetry : Long Narrative Poems
