Long Narrative Poems
#narrative
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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deadwolf
Poem Published
7th Sep 2024 10:45pm
7th Sep 2024 10:45pm
Random Ramblings #2014
Man, you got to keep it together in here,
One false move, one sign of weakness or regret,
an they’ll move in on you like shark on blood Vato,
“Comprendes… Me entiendes Mendez”
There’s no place for that in here,
Emotions will get you killed faster than anything
In a place like this, there are only three things you can do,
Sleep, read and workout…
But understand how to escape in your mind,
And it’s that last one that will keep you from going insane
There, no one can touch you,
Because this hell is repetition, and always full of what ifs, ...
One false move, one sign of weakness or regret,
an they’ll move in on you like shark on blood Vato,
“Comprendes… Me entiendes Mendez”
There’s no place for that in here,
Emotions will get you killed faster than anything
In a place like this, there are only three things you can do,
Sleep, read and workout…
But understand how to escape in your mind,
And it’s that last one that will keep you from going insane
There, no one can touch you,
Because this hell is repetition, and always full of what ifs, ...
#narrative
#prose
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
7th Sep 2024 5:25pm
7th Sep 2024 5:25pm
His Chief Servant
His rise began in whispered blight
From cold Angmar’s shadowed height
A realm of stone, of frost and fear
Where none could see and none could hear
The Witch-King, veiled in spectral might
Led forth his legions through the night
With iron will and malice deep
He stirred the North from haunted sleep
The petty kings and wayward lords
He broke beneath his cursed swords
With cunning plans and cruel delight
He set the North ablaze with fright
First came the fall of Rhudaur’s keep
Its towers shorn, its barrows deep
The...
From cold Angmar’s shadowed height
A realm of stone, of frost and fear
Where none could see and none could hear
The Witch-King, veiled in spectral might
Led forth his legions through the night
With iron will and malice deep
He stirred the North from haunted sleep
The petty kings and wayward lords
He broke beneath his cursed swords
With cunning plans and cruel delight
He set the North ablaze with fright
First came the fall of Rhudaur’s keep
Its towers shorn, its barrows deep
The...
#epic
#JRRTolkien
#narrative
#rhyming
#witches
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
6th Sep 2024 5:11pm
6th Sep 2024 5:11pm
A Steed From Nowhere
The dim yellow light in the kitchen flickers with an erratic and unearthly dance, casting elongated shadows that writhe and twist with unnatural animation. The fire's uncertain glow only deepens the oppressive atmosphere, magnifying the dark, malignant presence that lingers just beyond the threshold of perception. The cigarette smolders in the ashtray, its tendrils of smoke curling upwards as if bearing the heavy weight of the detective’s dread and despair.
The kitchen, once a refuge of warmth and familiarity, now exudes an air of suffocating malevolence. The peeling floral wallpaper,...
The kitchen, once a refuge of warmth and familiarity, now exudes an air of suffocating malevolence. The peeling floral wallpaper,...
#curse
#dark
#magic
#narrative
#shadows
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2024 5:34am
2nd Sep 2024 5:34am
Carpathian Noble
Surrounded by an aura’s gentle light
Yet shadows deep doth watch with hungry eye
In secret, biding time till waning night
And softly whispers, “Come, sweet dark, draw nigh.”
“Mournful night, thou art a siren’s call
Thy sable beauty doth my soul enthrall
I feel thy breath upon mine pallid skin
A tempest stirred in darkness deep within.”
An angel once, now tethered by desire
His noble heart consumed by shadow’s fire
Bewitched by whispers drifting on the...
Yet shadows deep doth watch with hungry eye
In secret, biding time till waning night
And softly whispers, “Come, sweet dark, draw nigh.”
“Mournful night, thou art a siren’s call
Thy sable beauty doth my soul enthrall
I feel thy breath upon mine pallid skin
A tempest stirred in darkness deep within.”
An angel once, now tethered by desire
His noble heart consumed by shadow’s fire
Bewitched by whispers drifting on the...
#dark
#gothic
#narrative #rhyming
#narrative #rhyming
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Lilliputian
Poem Published
30th Aug 2024 8:53pm
30th Aug 2024 8:53pm
Redneck Hillbilly _ with "Adagio"
We had love and a repossessed single-wide trailer on top of a molehill, formerly a landfill, with wall-to-wall linoleum and a communal outhouse. Our septic tank was boiling over as if ready to roll over where Grandpa was planted in the okra patch. His life revolved around three things, getting food on the table, working and getting drunk. One of his famous sayings was “A fella who ain’t got a job and can’t take care of himself can just go to hell for all I care.”
It was covered by a green froth rising above the town making it impossible to follow the pickleball in flight over...
It was covered by a green froth rising above the town making it impossible to follow the pickleball in flight over...
#collaboration
#funny
#narrative
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ExercisingDemons
Poem Published
13th Aug 2024 10:57pm
13th Aug 2024 10:57pm
Bullet in a Barrel
She scoffed and asked me
where I get my HEROES from
I snapped and said this
The bottom of a barrel,
and then she begged me to tell her where
I scraped my air of EGO from
and out of my mouth fell truth,
from rotten cells neath the scum
beneath the bottom of that same barrel,
Then she chimed in, pleading me, asking me
from where
did all...
where I get my HEROES from
I snapped and said this
The bottom of a barrel,
and then she begged me to tell her where
I scraped my air of EGO from
and out of my mouth fell truth,
from rotten cells neath the scum
beneath the bottom of that same barrel,
Then she chimed in, pleading me, asking me
from where
did all...
#fiction
#LifeAsAWriter
#lyrics #narrative
#lyrics #narrative
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tasia_arlene
Tasia Arlene
Tasia Arlene
Poem Published
29th May 2024 5:47am
29th May 2024 5:47am
~ hypervigilance ~
I wish someone would have told me that the effortless ability to indulge every fiber of my being into all of those that came my way- would leave me cauterizing my surging wounds.
I wonder if I still would have chosen to be the same temporary home.
Or to love I would have become immune.
Or if I would have chosen to tear the flesh off of the first person who did me wrong with bear hands and wear it over my skin.
Or if I would have so carefully sliced into their chest to grip their rotting heart.
While I watched the blood run down my...
I wonder if I still would have chosen to be the same temporary home.
Or to love I would have become immune.
Or if I would have chosen to tear the flesh off of the first person who did me wrong with bear hands and wear it over my skin.
Or if I would have so carefully sliced into their chest to grip their rotting heart.
While I watched the blood run down my...
#dark
#love
#narrative
#prose
#shadows
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Lowko
Jimi Tatz
Jimi Tatz
Poem Published
14th Apr 2024 7:15pm
14th Apr 2024 7:15pm
Brickstone
3000 BC, welcome to Brickstone, with stone built blocks of flats. If you weren't from around here, then you tip-toe.
Chrysopraze Stone was a neanderthal badman. He was feared throughout the land of Bricks, just like he's the Sandman.
He had a low forehead, and his barnet was shaved to the wood. He had a sabre tooth shank that he carried around in the hood.
His wifey Amathyst was also good with her fists. You wouldn't criticise her cooking, or your facial mug would get chipped.
She was tall and she was blonde, Amazonian strong, the queen of the...
Chrysopraze Stone was a neanderthal badman. He was feared throughout the land of Bricks, just like he's the Sandman.
He had a low forehead, and his barnet was shaved to the wood. He had a sabre tooth shank that he carried around in the hood.
His wifey Amathyst was also good with her fists. You wouldn't criticise her cooking, or your facial mug would get chipped.
She was tall and she was blonde, Amazonian strong, the queen of the...
#narrative
#ShortStory
#prose
#historical
#nonfiction
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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
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