Long Narrative Poems
#narrative
NP_NP
Poem Published
24th Feb 2025 4:41am
24th Feb 2025 4:41am
The Watchful Soul
Dear reader, let me tell you now,
Of a soul who watched, yet wore no vow.
A lover’s call, a secret scheme,
Crafted in the shadows, part of a dream.
She had fun, leaving clues behind, Little whispers, a careful mind. No one saw, no one knew, the puzzle built for a chosen few.
Always observing, sharp and keen, a glimpse of words, a hidden scene. “Am I a genius, or just insane?” The question lingered, but none could claim.
From a young age, she began to learn, psychology patterns,...
She had fun, leaving clues behind, Little whispers, a careful mind. No one saw, no one knew, the puzzle built for a chosen few.
Always observing, sharp and keen, a glimpse of words, a hidden scene. “Am I a genius, or just insane?” The question lingered, but none could claim.
From a young age, she began to learn, psychology patterns,...
#narrative
#ShortStory
#spiritual
68 reads
3 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
19th Feb 2025 7:31pm
19th Feb 2025 7:31pm
Charlestown
Ask them Charlestown boys how the fuck we get down
Bricks equaling kilos, whatever the haul, we convert to dollars or pounds
We never step until we step Charlestown has that kind of rep
Low key we infiltrate, fucking survey, and always quiet is kept
Everyone's in on the know so there's no mask needed among us
Shit scripted from the mental not the lips, no chance of a bust
We're all hungry for it, this is a long overdue meal
There are security measures in place bitch for anyone that squeals
But we talk about nothing because between us there...
Bricks equaling kilos, whatever the haul, we convert to dollars or pounds
We never step until we step Charlestown has that kind of rep
Low key we infiltrate, fucking survey, and always quiet is kept
Everyone's in on the know so there's no mask needed among us
Shit scripted from the mental not the lips, no chance of a bust
We're all hungry for it, this is a long overdue meal
There are security measures in place bitch for anyone that squeals
But we talk about nothing because between us there...
#narrative
#ShortStory
72 reads
6 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
18th Feb 2025 11:36pm
18th Feb 2025 11:36pm
Co-Operation
Fucking money has been fronted and nearly all of it has been spent
But that's what it takes for no hits on your drug scent
For the fucking word to go out between all the boys in blue
Your cargo is protected and to let you slide through
Agents at the border saluted and gave me some dap
I made it all the way out of the state without one ranger trap
You might think it was surprising because I had dreads and naps
By throwing a couple bans into the pipeline and they ignore the Rasta cap
Gears had been greased troopers ignored all...
But that's what it takes for no hits on your drug scent
For the fucking word to go out between all the boys in blue
Your cargo is protected and to let you slide through
Agents at the border saluted and gave me some dap
I made it all the way out of the state without one ranger trap
You might think it was surprising because I had dreads and naps
By throwing a couple bans into the pipeline and they ignore the Rasta cap
Gears had been greased troopers ignored all...
#corruption
#fiction
#narrative
88 reads
6 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
20th Jan 2025 2:42am
20th Jan 2025 2:42am
How Soon They Forget
#funny
#narrative
133 reads
12 Comments
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
202 reads
11 Comments
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
297 reads
27 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
91 reads
4 Comments
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.
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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
152 reads
10 Comments
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
119 reads
8 Comments
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
252 reads
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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DU Poetry : Long Narrative Poems
