Long Narrative Poems
#narrative
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2022 00:20am
22nd Dec 2022 00:20am
After the skyfall
After the skyfall
There, in the chasm that grief left,
is a minute, barely glimmering,
version of a man
curled into the basin,
crushed on either side from a meteor
and all of the shrapnel that came with it.
He pull rocks out on his own,
from his chest and stomach,
his shins and his ears,
eyelids and wrist-breaks,
some are lodged inside the mouth,
some he takes to the village.
The shop owner allows them to buy
some bread when he's hungry,
or oat milk, or tinned peaches,
or a...
There, in the chasm that grief left,
is a minute, barely glimmering,
version of a man
curled into the basin,
crushed on either side from a meteor
and all of the shrapnel that came with it.
He pull rocks out on his own,
from his chest and stomach,
his shins and his ears,
eyelids and wrist-breaks,
some are lodged inside the mouth,
some he takes to the village.
The shop owner allows them to buy
some bread when he's hungry,
or oat milk, or tinned peaches,
or a...
#trees
#narrative
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I_IS_ME
Poem Published
10th Nov 2022 9:09pm
10th Nov 2022 9:09pm
Bumping Gums
It ain't bout a rep, bout a rep yall
It ain't bout a rep, bout a rep yall
Watch me fucking step. I'm bout to step yall
Watch me fucking step, I'm bout to step yall
Bitches fronting mansions but ain't nothing but shit houses made of glass
Watch me step off of this curb and dead into this bitches ass
Fronting all hard, fucking chest all swole
That's how EMS is gonna ship his ass, laid out all swole
You want some of this but bitch you're not sure
Just how far will this motherfucker go, bitch you're not sure
Will I catch you over at...
It ain't bout a rep, bout a rep yall
Watch me fucking step. I'm bout to step yall
Watch me fucking step, I'm bout to step yall
Bitches fronting mansions but ain't nothing but shit houses made of glass
Watch me step off of this curb and dead into this bitches ass
Fronting all hard, fucking chest all swole
That's how EMS is gonna ship his ass, laid out all swole
You want some of this but bitch you're not sure
Just how far will this motherfucker go, bitch you're not sure
Will I catch you over at...
#narrative
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I_IS_ME
Poem Published
29th Oct 2022 4:49am
29th Oct 2022 4:49am
Bender
A pussy to me ain't nothing but a gut
A hole to run up in and bust a nut
Keep all hands on the table and watch the cut
Nobody's gonna buy this shit if you don't watch the cut
Just pull his young ass off the court and show him how we get down
Put his ass in the middle of a circle and beat him down
When he raises up, he's jumped in
He'll never need, we're his family and friends
But to have this comes with a price
It might cost your freedom or maybe your life
But if you ever want to be hood fucking rich
Don't mind putting in...
A hole to run up in and bust a nut
Keep all hands on the table and watch the cut
Nobody's gonna buy this shit if you don't watch the cut
Just pull his young ass off the court and show him how we get down
Put his ass in the middle of a circle and beat him down
When he raises up, he's jumped in
He'll never need, we're his family and friends
But to have this comes with a price
It might cost your freedom or maybe your life
But if you ever want to be hood fucking rich
Don't mind putting in...
#narrative
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I_IS_ME
Poem Published
29th Oct 2022 4:28am
29th Oct 2022 4:28am
f**kboy
Punk pussy pushing bitches speaking to a man like a boy
Motherfuckers wanna know why you went there boy
Shit I absorb flows like a motherfucking kotex
That's until your shit spills over, then I go straight for the neck
The jugular is a vein, I need that carotid artery
A simple nick and shit has been fixed, spraying like Persian missile artillary
Don't cry bitch, you're not the only one that can spit
Wait a minute while I roll this shit and take me a hit
Purp twisted, sipping on some fucking lean
My boy, Raw Dawg, came through with that...
Motherfuckers wanna know why you went there boy
Shit I absorb flows like a motherfucking kotex
That's until your shit spills over, then I go straight for the neck
The jugular is a vein, I need that carotid artery
A simple nick and shit has been fixed, spraying like Persian missile artillary
Don't cry bitch, you're not the only one that can spit
Wait a minute while I roll this shit and take me a hit
Purp twisted, sipping on some fucking lean
My boy, Raw Dawg, came through with that...
#drugs
#narrative
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I_IS_ME
Poem Published
11th Oct 2022 5:48pm
11th Oct 2022 5:48pm
The Heist
The virus provided the cover, somebody's gotta love COVID
With N95 mask and rubber gloves on, what the fuck can be hid
Double L came up with part of the plan, motherfuckers needed to hit a safe
I came up with the other half, a bitch needed to get away safe
First things first my boy Lil Runt got a hold of a police auction Crown Vic
This bitch has got to be hot, that's part of the fucking trick
Big Pearl, Little Runt's cousin worked over at a dry cleaner
hard hitting bitch, they didn't come any meaner
She drinks and smokes our shit, so you...
With N95 mask and rubber gloves on, what the fuck can be hid
Double L came up with part of the plan, motherfuckers needed to hit a safe
I came up with the other half, a bitch needed to get away safe
First things first my boy Lil Runt got a hold of a police auction Crown Vic
This bitch has got to be hot, that's part of the fucking trick
Big Pearl, Little Runt's cousin worked over at a dry cleaner
hard hitting bitch, they didn't come any meaner
She drinks and smokes our shit, so you...
#narrative
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
7th Oct 2022 00:29am
7th Oct 2022 00:29am
Run All Night
I ran, and ran until I couldn’t run any more
Until I got to foothills that lead to a mountain pass
From there I could see the city had been bombarded
And some areas had been taken out by a blast
At dusk I saw a drone flying high above me
Against the darkening sky and a crescent moon
Suddenly I heard noises and hid by some brushes
But within minutes I was surrounded by a platoon
I was captured but upon seeing my wounds they halted
One of the markings on my neck meant it was some rank
They re-bandaged me and brought to one...
Until I got to foothills that lead to a mountain pass
From there I could see the city had been bombarded
And some areas had been taken out by a blast
At dusk I saw a drone flying high above me
Against the darkening sky and a crescent moon
Suddenly I heard noises and hid by some brushes
But within minutes I was surrounded by a platoon
I was captured but upon seeing my wounds they halted
One of the markings on my neck meant it was some rank
They re-bandaged me and brought to one...
#identity
#narrative
#WritingPoetry #mystery
#WritingPoetry #mystery
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
6th Oct 2022 1:22am
6th Oct 2022 1:22am
Run All Day
I woke up with blood on my hands and blood on my face
My head is semi-bandaged and I’ve been stabbed in the eye
My body is hurting like I’ve been beaten by many
I can’t remember anything but I keep asking myself, who am I?
Then I notice there is a body lying lifeless on the floor
I feel myself getting tense from this odd situation
The lights overhead are intermittent and humming
I think I’ve been beat badly for some interrogation
The room is dank and cold and the steel door looks heavy
Then I hear footstep approaching from the...
My head is semi-bandaged and I’ve been stabbed in the eye
My body is hurting like I’ve been beaten by many
I can’t remember anything but I keep asking myself, who am I?
Then I notice there is a body lying lifeless on the floor
I feel myself getting tense from this odd situation
The lights overhead are intermittent and humming
I think I’ve been beat badly for some interrogation
The room is dank and cold and the steel door looks heavy
Then I hear footstep approaching from the...
#identity
#narrative
#WritingPoetry #mystery
#WritingPoetry #mystery
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
24th Sep 2022 7:25pm
24th Sep 2022 7:25pm
Silent - Part 7: The Escape
Saturday, 5am Gavin
My phone is ringing again. Private Number.
I snatch the handset: 'Yes? Hello?'
Please let this be Lucy or Maxine. Please let this all be a joke.
Silence.
'Final warning, Gavin,' a man says, in a low but menacing voice. 'The Angel of Mercy's watching you and he's very, very angry. Leave Maxine's flat at once. This is your very last chance.'
The line goes dead.
Not hanging around.
I grab the sports bag containing my clothes and coach ticket, and stuff my phone and wallet in my...
My phone is ringing again. Private Number.
I snatch the handset: 'Yes? Hello?'
Please let this be Lucy or Maxine. Please let this all be a joke.
Silence.
'Final warning, Gavin,' a man says, in a low but menacing voice. 'The Angel of Mercy's watching you and he's very, very angry. Leave Maxine's flat at once. This is your very last chance.'
The line goes dead.
Not hanging around.
I grab the sports bag containing my clothes and coach ticket, and stuff my phone and wallet in my...
#narrative
#mystery
#risk
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I_IS_ME
Poem Published
23rd Sep 2022 5:13am
23rd Sep 2022 5:13am
Keeping It Real
I keep a fat ass roll in my pocket, but I just don't show it
I keep that thing on me somewheres and you motherfuckers know it
Hahaha fuck clapping in the air when I take it there
Nothing but the barrel sticking out of the window, kick them casings back in here
Keeping it real
Ole boy done fucked up, shit he knows he fucked
He fucking went and touched a package he wasn't supposed to touch
An audit was performed, I was told to plug up any leaks
Find out where he got the brand new ride and that closet full of sneaks
Keeping...
I keep that thing on me somewheres and you motherfuckers know it
Hahaha fuck clapping in the air when I take it there
Nothing but the barrel sticking out of the window, kick them casings back in here
Keeping it real
Ole boy done fucked up, shit he knows he fucked
He fucking went and touched a package he wasn't supposed to touch
An audit was performed, I was told to plug up any leaks
Find out where he got the brand new ride and that closet full of sneaks
Keeping...
#violence
#death
#narrative
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
21st Sep 2022 8:49pm
21st Sep 2022 8:49pm
Silent - Part 6: The Text
Gavin, Early Hours Of Saturday Morning, May 2019
A few minutes has passed since the silent phone call from a number withheld. Now a text has arrived with an attached image, from an unfamiliar number this time.
re Lucy
I don’t want to open it, as I know it’s going to be bad.
Don’t have a choice. I open the message.
This is serious, much worse than anything I'd anticipated.
I see an image of myself staring back from the screen, broad and clunky with a black leather jacket and coal-like eyes. Friends always tease me about...
A few minutes has passed since the silent phone call from a number withheld. Now a text has arrived with an attached image, from an unfamiliar number this time.
re Lucy
I don’t want to open it, as I know it’s going to be bad.
Don’t have a choice. I open the message.
This is serious, much worse than anything I'd anticipated.
I see an image of myself staring back from the screen, broad and clunky with a black leather jacket and coal-like eyes. Friends always tease me about...
#relationships
#narrative
#mystery
#obsession
#risk
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
20th Sep 2022 9:15am
20th Sep 2022 9:15am
Silent - Part 5: How We Met
Gavin, Friday Night
Yeah, there was massive trouble nearly two years ago. It involved Lucy and another girl. And me.
The location? Lyme House in Lancashire, a former Prep School for aspiring concert pianists. You know the sort? Mainly rich kids, apart from those who got in on scholarships (such as myself). The media called it The School of Death because it already had a sinister past.
After the investigation, Lucy occasionally emailed me. One evening I replied to a reply…Lucy responded to that and we started to communicate regularly. Every two or...
Yeah, there was massive trouble nearly two years ago. It involved Lucy and another girl. And me.
The location? Lyme House in Lancashire, a former Prep School for aspiring concert pianists. You know the sort? Mainly rich kids, apart from those who got in on scholarships (such as myself). The media called it The School of Death because it already had a sinister past.
After the investigation, Lucy occasionally emailed me. One evening I replied to a reply…Lucy responded to that and we started to communicate regularly. Every two or...
#love
#narrative
#mystery
#obsession
#risk
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
17th Sep 2022 8:48pm
17th Sep 2022 8:48pm
Silent - Part 3: Late Afternoon
Gavin, Friday Afternoon:
Lucy needed to get away for a while. Yeah, that must be it. She's obviously stressed and upset, judging from her nightmare in the middle of the night.
I’m tired from the long coach journey yesterday. I watch TV and drift off to sleep in the middle of a film, coming to with a jolt. At first, I can’t work out where I am, or why. You know the groggy feeling? No sense of day or time or location.
The information comes back to me in short bursts: Leeds – took the coach up from London yesterday (to save on costs) – arranged to meet...
Lucy needed to get away for a while. Yeah, that must be it. She's obviously stressed and upset, judging from her nightmare in the middle of the night.
I’m tired from the long coach journey yesterday. I watch TV and drift off to sleep in the middle of a film, coming to with a jolt. At first, I can’t work out where I am, or why. You know the groggy feeling? No sense of day or time or location.
The information comes back to me in short bursts: Leeds – took the coach up from London yesterday (to save on costs) – arranged to meet...
#relationships
#narrative
#mystery #risk
#mystery #risk
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