Long Narrative Poems
#narrative
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
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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
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cabcool
Poem Published
12th Feb 2024 3:49am
12th Feb 2024 3:49am
anansi
It's not always about being the hero, sometimes it's about
being the trickster.”—Anansi Boys
akan-jamaican passion
landscaped not by vext ration
a little axe that fells big trees
cunning in sun and rain and breeze
fearful of no assassin
stealthy without moccasin
an octopus with human
face and spider’s acumen
he...
being the trickster.”—Anansi Boys
akan-jamaican passion
landscaped not by vext ration
a little axe that fells big trees
cunning in sun and rain and breeze
fearful of no assassin
stealthy without moccasin
an octopus with human
face and spider’s acumen
he...
#Africa
#narrative
#culture #tradition
#culture #tradition
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deadwolf
Poem Published
11th Feb 2024 12:05pm
11th Feb 2024 12:05pm
Kino Hospital
Been in psych before,
but Kino’s the worst,
Don’t know how people are supposed to get better
in a place like this,
The air is stale,
no open windows,
no fan, no fresh water
Man, stay calm,
I gotta breath
fresh clean air, I thirst…
Nurses & orderlies on power trips
they do not try, no,
No help or relief comin from them,
No private shower,
you use the public shower,
Where you walk in barefoot
with the shit stains on the shower floor & wall,
no warm water, just ice cold water,
that stays on for 15...
but Kino’s the worst,
Don’t know how people are supposed to get better
in a place like this,
The air is stale,
no open windows,
no fan, no fresh water
Man, stay calm,
I gotta breath
fresh clean air, I thirst…
Nurses & orderlies on power trips
they do not try, no,
No help or relief comin from them,
No private shower,
you use the public shower,
Where you walk in barefoot
with the shit stains on the shower floor & wall,
no warm water, just ice cold water,
that stays on for 15...
#dark
#gothic
#narrative
#TruthOfLife
#suffering
96 reads
3 Comments
VeronikaB
Poem Published
5th Oct 2023 3:15pm
5th Oct 2023 3:15pm
The Myth of Mythos
"We need images and myths through which we can see who we are and what we might become."
〰 Christine Downing 〰
MYTHOS AND LOGOS
In Ancient Greek ways of thinking, patterns of imagining, and waves of feeling Mythos and Logos appear as fraternal twins. Both carry a range of meanings, which lead time and again to the same essence 〰 captured in the English symbiont word.
Logos and Mythos cover the whole territory of phenomena which rely on and are nurtured by the spoken word ::: speech, account, tale, story,...
〰 Christine Downing 〰
MYTHOS AND LOGOS
In Ancient Greek ways of thinking, patterns of imagining, and waves of feeling Mythos and Logos appear as fraternal twins. Both carry a range of meanings, which lead time and again to the same essence 〰 captured in the English symbiont word.
Logos and Mythos cover the whole territory of phenomena which rely on and are nurtured by the spoken word ::: speech, account, tale, story,...
#narrative
#PowerOfWords
#mythology #symbolism
#mythology #symbolism
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PostalPoet
Poem Published
27th Aug 2023 9:56pm
27th Aug 2023 9:56pm
The Ballad of Captain Abraham Jones
I’ll tell you the tale of a ship at sail
On the deep blue, briny sea.
The good ship Rapport set out from its port
On the coast of old Dundee.
The crew was robust, and each knew to trust
His mate right down to his bones.
But oh, how they shook when they turned to look
Upon Captain Abraham Jones.
The Captain was fierce, and his gaze seemed to pierce
Each crewman deep into his soul.
His orders would bark through daylight and dark
While his men were on patrol.
He’d not be ignored, his hand on his sword,
And a sneer upon his...
On the deep blue, briny sea.
The good ship Rapport set out from its port
On the coast of old Dundee.
The crew was robust, and each knew to trust
His mate right down to his bones.
But oh, how they shook when they turned to look
Upon Captain Abraham Jones.
The Captain was fierce, and his gaze seemed to pierce
Each crewman deep into his soul.
His orders would bark through daylight and dark
While his men were on patrol.
He’d not be ignored, his hand on his sword,
And a sneer upon his...
#storm
#fate
#narrative
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1 Comment
VeronikaB
Poem Published
23rd Aug 2023 6:25pm
23rd Aug 2023 6:25pm
The Wild Motherword
The Backstory of Knowledgetrees
Among all sacred trees of the world, the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil has a unique reputation. She turned out to be perhaps the most prolific cultivar. Despite the fact that she produces the forbidden fruit, she’s managed to sow her seeds far and wide 〰 or did the taboo-factor give a boost to scattering those banned pips?
When the suckers of the Tree of Knowledge reached the Northwest of the Old World 〰 along with the shoots of her companion plant, the Tree of Life 〰 they usurped Yggdrasil and Irminsul and many...
Among all sacred trees of the world, the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil has a unique reputation. She turned out to be perhaps the most prolific cultivar. Despite the fact that she produces the forbidden fruit, she’s managed to sow her seeds far and wide 〰 or did the taboo-factor give a boost to scattering those banned pips?
When the suckers of the Tree of Knowledge reached the Northwest of the Old World 〰 along with the shoots of her companion plant, the Tree of Life 〰 they usurped Yggdrasil and Irminsul and many...
#narrative
#PowerOfWords
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8 Comments
VeronikaB
Poem Published
22nd Aug 2023 7:37pm
22nd Aug 2023 7:37pm
Canvas
a brief history of the English word canvas, including what sailing, painting, and the American flag have in common with jeans and politics
When Christopher Columbus set sails in 1492 to discover a new route to India his ships were powered by wind and canvas. Renaissance artists of the same era painted their masterpieces on canvas. Canvas was still used by the Dutch masters Vincent Van Gogh and Rembrandt in the 17th century.
Betsy Ross wasn’t an artist. But in the biography of the word ‘canvas’ she has a unique place. Her name is remembered for sewing the first American...
When Christopher Columbus set sails in 1492 to discover a new route to India his ships were powered by wind and canvas. Renaissance artists of the same era painted their masterpieces on canvas. Canvas was still used by the Dutch masters Vincent Van Gogh and Rembrandt in the 17th century.
Betsy Ross wasn’t an artist. But in the biography of the word ‘canvas’ she has a unique place. Her name is remembered for sewing the first American...
#narrative
#PowerOfWords
#historical #nonfiction
#historical #nonfiction
102 reads
4 Comments
SamAlec
Sam...
Sam...
Poem Published
10th Aug 2023 7:33pm
10th Aug 2023 7:33pm
Raindancing in a Desert Through a Timewarp
You are a one-way Time machine headed ever deeper into the future. Time wedges itself between you and the past and grows, pushing you further apart. That distance doesn’t generate clarity or insight, but it can be a room where Hope and Disappointment learn how to have a conversation, so Hope doesn’t grow up to be Expectation or Attachment. Complicating matters, your central processor can glitch: interrupted interpretations, inventing false inventory, introducing a retroactive, unintentional attention intervention. Hindsight 2.0 is not effective antivirus prevention as advertised. It’s not...
#dreams
#narrative
#memories
#LifeGoals
#scifi
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Shoveleaner
Poem Published
10th Jul 2023 2:09am
10th Jul 2023 2:09am
Digging Deep One More Hole
I never meant to be so heartless, yet sentiment can't help explain.
It seems a means to an end regardless, if there is proof to fault or blame.
Another night is spent in darkness, judgement and level head is regained.
Day break is civilized, Dawn is harmless. Now that I'm civil once again.
As I dig in the dark near the car I have parked, so the headlights can shine-
Cause without them I'm blind. Hours ago I awoke to a timeline that broke.
Look passed mirrors through smoke. Tricks were played on my mind.
It's true when they say that time flies,...
It seems a means to an end regardless, if there is proof to fault or blame.
Another night is spent in darkness, judgement and level head is regained.
Day break is civilized, Dawn is harmless. Now that I'm civil once again.
As I dig in the dark near the car I have parked, so the headlights can shine-
Cause without them I'm blind. Hours ago I awoke to a timeline that broke.
Look passed mirrors through smoke. Tricks were played on my mind.
It's true when they say that time flies,...
#beauty
#fiction
#narrative
#ShortStory
#revenge
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DeeTooCold
Poem Published
9th Jul 2023 1:10am
9th Jul 2023 1:10am
Welcome to the Trench
Intro:
Welcome to the Trench
You know, let me give you a step into my world
My city has a few names, but now we call it the trench
I know you’re wondering why we call it that
But give me a moment to explain that
It’s a meaningful story I’m about to tell
So bare with me me, yeah
Verse:
Let me tell a story, about a small city called the Grip
They used to call it that, but now they now they call it the trench
A metaphor to describe the city as a deep, muddy old ditch
It’s extremely hard to get out of, once you trip and fall...
Welcome to the Trench
You know, let me give you a step into my world
My city has a few names, but now we call it the trench
I know you’re wondering why we call it that
But give me a moment to explain that
It’s a meaningful story I’m about to tell
So bare with me me, yeah
Verse:
Let me tell a story, about a small city called the Grip
They used to call it that, but now they now they call it the trench
A metaphor to describe the city as a deep, muddy old ditch
It’s extremely hard to get out of, once you trip and fall...
#music
#narrative
#lyrics #rap
#lyrics #rap
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I_IS_ME
Poem Published
16th May 2023 2:45am
16th May 2023 2:45am
Jacked
Hell yeah I’m on point I see you and your boys chit fucking chetting
Eyeing the goods but yo I’m not sweating
I’m a fiend for this shit, a maestro at shirt wetting
The best way to clean the wound is a little blood letting
Watch me move as I move weighted down as I slide
Is it the gat or the stash got me lubed like KY
Fucking plan your next move but remember this isn’t checkers it’s chess
Play me for a pussy bitch but let’s see who wears the black dress
Black mask, dark clothes, and lying prone watching both your doors
A sniper locked...
Eyeing the goods but yo I’m not sweating
I’m a fiend for this shit, a maestro at shirt wetting
The best way to clean the wound is a little blood letting
Watch me move as I move weighted down as I slide
Is it the gat or the stash got me lubed like KY
Fucking plan your next move but remember this isn’t checkers it’s chess
Play me for a pussy bitch but let’s see who wears the black dress
Black mask, dark clothes, and lying prone watching both your doors
A sniper locked...
#rhyming
#narrative
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DU Poetry : Long Narrative Poems
