Narrative Poems
#narrative
Narrative poetry is a style of poetry which tells a story. Narrative poems aim to draw the reader into the imagination of the author, to immerse them in the story being told. Narrative poems are usually written in metered verse, but do not have to follow any particular rhythmic pattern.
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
4th Nov 2024 11:46pm
4th Nov 2024 11:46pm
Single Action Sacrilege
In dust and dawn, 'neath blood-red skies
Where sun and shadow meet their ties
Rode I, a man of ragged creed
With six cold shots for holy need
The iron on my hip, it lay
A relic forged in darker clay
Its name was Sacrilege, they said
And many a soul it sent to bed
A cross engraved upon its spine
But tarnished black by deed and time
A saint once blessed its silver bore
But now it thirsted evermore
They claimed that steel could damn a man
To fire his soul from God’s own plan
Yet vengeance called, and blood it...
Where sun and shadow meet their ties
Rode I, a man of ragged creed
With six cold shots for holy need
The iron on my hip, it lay
A relic forged in darker clay
Its name was Sacrilege, they said
And many a soul it sent to bed
A cross engraved upon its spine
But tarnished black by deed and time
A saint once blessed its silver bore
But now it thirsted evermore
They claimed that steel could damn a man
To fire his soul from God’s own plan
Yet vengeance called, and blood it...
#dark
#death
#evil
#narrative
#shadows
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
4th Nov 2024 3:14am
4th Nov 2024 3:14am
Whispers On The Twilight Air
Soft whispers rise upon the twilight air
As day doth wane and shadows gather near
The sun’s last breath, so golden and so fair
Doth cast its glow upon the spire clear
Towering stones, in solemn grandeur crowned
Embrace the hues of dusk’s celestial fire
While distant choirs in holy strains resound
And fill the night with echoes that inspire
The fading light doth gently play and dance
Upon the ancient stones, both firm and cold
And in this hour, the soul feels sweet romance
A fleeting warmth in evening’s tender hold
...
As day doth wane and shadows gather near
The sun’s last breath, so golden and so fair
Doth cast its glow upon the spire clear
Towering stones, in solemn grandeur crowned
Embrace the hues of dusk’s celestial fire
While distant choirs in holy strains resound
And fill the night with echoes that inspire
The fading light doth gently play and dance
Upon the ancient stones, both firm and cold
And in this hour, the soul feels sweet romance
A fleeting warmth in evening’s tender hold
...
#dawn
#meditation
#narrative
#night
#rhyming
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2024 4:44pm
3rd Nov 2024 4:44pm
Of Leaves and Other Debris
Along the path of amber hue
Where leaves like whispers fall
The trees stand bare against the blue
So stark, so still, so tall
The air hangs thick with earthy scents
As shadows start to creep
The brittle ground, where branches bent
Lies bound in autumn’s sleep
The rustling leaves, a mournful sound
Lie scattered, torn, and shed
Their colors bright, now fallen down
A carpet for the dead
In quiet steps, I tread alone
Beneath the fading light
Where every tree and branch and stone
Seems haunted by the...
Where leaves like whispers fall
The trees stand bare against the blue
So stark, so still, so tall
The air hangs thick with earthy scents
As shadows start to creep
The brittle ground, where branches bent
Lies bound in autumn’s sleep
The rustling leaves, a mournful sound
Lie scattered, torn, and shed
Their colors bright, now fallen down
A carpet for the dead
In quiet steps, I tread alone
Beneath the fading light
Where every tree and branch and stone
Seems haunted by the...
#fall
#forest
#narrative
#nature
#trees
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2024 1:10am
3rd Nov 2024 1:10am
An Angel and The Gallant
Upon a steed so swift and fair
A noble knight rode out with care
A helm of steel, a shield of might
He ventured forth in holy light
Then from the heavens, clear and bright
Came forth an angel, robed in white
With wings like dawn and eyes aflame
He called the knight by secret name
“Lo, knight of seven virtues true
Thine heart is pure, thine courage due
To lands afar, by holy grace
Thou shalt be guided in this race.”
With trumpet’s sound, and sword held high
The angel led him ‘neath the sky
They crossed...
A noble knight rode out with care
A helm of steel, a shield of might
He ventured forth in holy light
Then from the heavens, clear and bright
Came forth an angel, robed in white
With wings like dawn and eyes aflame
He called the knight by secret name
“Lo, knight of seven virtues true
Thine heart is pure, thine courage due
To lands afar, by holy grace
Thou shalt be guided in this race.”
With trumpet’s sound, and sword held high
The angel led him ‘neath the sky
They crossed...
#angels
#Christian
#narrative
#religion
#rhyming
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2024 2:10pm
2nd Nov 2024 2:10pm
Gun Smoke and Sabre's Shine
Half a league, half a league
Half a league onward
Into the smoke and flame
Marched the Six Hundred
"Forward, my Guard!" he said
With sun on each bayonet
On through the mist they sped
Led by Napoleon
Stormed at by shot and shell
Rising where heroes fell
Into the jaws of hell
Charged his Grand Army
Onward they surged as one
Flanking the morning sun
Russian and Austrian line
Crumbling beneath them
Boldly they charged ahead
Steel met with fire and lead
Grim on the frozen plain ...
Half a league onward
Into the smoke and flame
Marched the Six Hundred
"Forward, my Guard!" he said
With sun on each bayonet
On through the mist they sped
Led by Napoleon
Stormed at by shot and shell
Rising where heroes fell
Into the jaws of hell
Charged his Grand Army
Onward they surged as one
Flanking the morning sun
Russian and Austrian line
Crumbling beneath them
Boldly they charged ahead
Steel met with fire and lead
Grim on the frozen plain ...
#historical
#narrative
#rhyming
#success
#war
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2024 2:05pm
2nd Nov 2024 2:05pm
The Law and Other Trifles
Down in the bayou, where the moss hangs low
And the gators lie quiet in the water’s slow flow
The law come sniffin’ with their collars tight
But they don’t belong in the swamp at night
With lanterns high and their boots so clean
Cut through the cane where the ghosts ain't seen
But the folks here know where the shadows creep
And the secrets kept in the waters deep
The bayou don’t care for a badge or a name
And it don’t bow down to a city man’s claim
So they come with their guns and their silver stars
But the swamp don’t reckon...
And the gators lie quiet in the water’s slow flow
The law come sniffin’ with their collars tight
But they don’t belong in the swamp at night
With lanterns high and their boots so clean
Cut through the cane where the ghosts ain't seen
But the folks here know where the shadows creep
And the secrets kept in the waters deep
The bayou don’t care for a badge or a name
And it don’t bow down to a city man’s claim
So they come with their guns and their silver stars
But the swamp don’t reckon...
#countryside
#environment
#LifeStruggles
#narrative
#rhyming
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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
27th Oct 2024 3:41pm
27th Oct 2024 3:41pm
Meadow Ghosts
Beneath the pale, relentless noon
Where light wears thin and weak
The meadow lies, a muted tune
And shadows softly speak
The grasses bow, as though to mourn
In whispers low and slight
For all that once by day was borne
Now flees the pressing light
There, sorrow drapes the autumn bough
With unseen burdens weighed
And silence fills the hollowed vow
That daylight scarce has made
The air grows damp with old regret
A grief that time has grown
And though no shade nor form be met
One does not walk alone ...
Where light wears thin and weak
The meadow lies, a muted tune
And shadows softly speak
The grasses bow, as though to mourn
In whispers low and slight
For all that once by day was borne
Now flees the pressing light
There, sorrow drapes the autumn bough
With unseen burdens weighed
And silence fills the hollowed vow
That daylight scarce has made
The air grows damp with old regret
A grief that time has grown
And though no shade nor form be met
One does not walk alone ...
#countryside
#dark
#ghosts
#narrative
#rhyming
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Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
26th Oct 2024 4:49am
26th Oct 2024 4:49am
Tale of the Rainbow Girl
.a tale my own shaman grandmother told
long ago in the times of yore
when earth was young and pure
lived a girl with her shaman grandmother
in a village far away from the others
strange with yellow hair and white skin
pink green eyes thought to be a product of sin
parents left her and went far away
to live life anew away from her
she was fey and saw them all
little people, spirits and rainbow folks
her grandmother knew she was special
to one day inherit her shamanic gifts
the girl she met a...
long ago in the times of yore
when earth was young and pure
lived a girl with her shaman grandmother
in a village far away from the others
strange with yellow hair and white skin
pink green eyes thought to be a product of sin
parents left her and went far away
to live life anew away from her
she was fey and saw them all
little people, spirits and rainbow folks
her grandmother knew she was special
to one day inherit her shamanic gifts
the girl she met a...
#narrative
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darkburden
Poem Published
26th Oct 2024 4:08am
26th Oct 2024 4:08am
Distraction
She is, the kind of distraction,
I didn’t know I needed,
I… Follow her… Everywhere… Now;
Bet she tastes good,
She has too,
I would be SO disappointed now,
If she didn’t,
and would need yet,
Another, how shall we say it,
Distraction,
From my work,
That which I was born into this world
…To do…
I didn’t know I needed,
I… Follow her… Everywhere… Now;
Bet she tastes good,
She has too,
I would be SO disappointed now,
If she didn’t,
and would need yet,
Another, how shall we say it,
Distraction,
From my work,
That which I was born into this world
…To do…
#dark
#fate
#gothic
#narrative
#obsession
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
26th Oct 2024 1:09am
26th Oct 2024 1:09am
The Lost, Forgotten, and Elusive
A knight errant on the road
By waters dark and still
His golden hair, a fleeting glow
Against the swamp’s cold chill
With eyes like washed-out skies
Blue, bright, and lost to sight
He walks beneath the tangled vines
That hide the stars from night
Forgotten like the land
Where shadows fall like rain
Through bayou roads of mud and sand
He wanders, half in pain
No identity, no name to call
Just boots on asphalt worn
A figure by the cypress tall
Alone till light of morn
The bayou holds him...
By waters dark and still
His golden hair, a fleeting glow
Against the swamp’s cold chill
With eyes like washed-out skies
Blue, bright, and lost to sight
He walks beneath the tangled vines
That hide the stars from night
Forgotten like the land
Where shadows fall like rain
Through bayou roads of mud and sand
He wanders, half in pain
No identity, no name to call
Just boots on asphalt worn
A figure by the cypress tall
Alone till light of morn
The bayou holds him...
#dark
#identity
#narrative
#rhyming
#SelfReflection
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
26th Oct 2024 1:02am
26th Oct 2024 1:02am
Under The Eyes of A Snake Moon
Yon moon doth split in twain
Two lights like eyes of fate
A serpent’s gaze, so cold, so vain
That stirs the midnight late
Two spheres of piercing white
O’er heavens dark and still
Mark where death takes flight
With cold and ancient will
The stars doth hide in fear
The night doth choke with dread
For all beneath its baleful leer
Are counted with the dead
The Snake-Eyes Moon doth stare
Its gaze both fell and grim
As death takes form from out the air
And walks where shadows swim
O mark...
Two lights like eyes of fate
A serpent’s gaze, so cold, so vain
That stirs the midnight late
Two spheres of piercing white
O’er heavens dark and still
Mark where death takes flight
With cold and ancient will
The stars doth hide in fear
The night doth choke with dread
For all beneath its baleful leer
Are counted with the dead
The Snake-Eyes Moon doth stare
Its gaze both fell and grim
As death takes form from out the air
And walks where shadows swim
O mark...
#astronomy
#dark
#hell
#narrative
#universe
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