Narrative by Top Critiquers Poems
#narrative
Come at Me Bro!
The Great Decapod Crustacean War
General Clawdius Herman Shellby Pincer VIII stood on the rock
He had come from a long line of warriors since the Jurassic era
His family were more defined by their extra thick exoskeletons
Their species are one the longest living creatures on planet Terra
An army of a million crabs had gathered there in the ocean floor
Ready to go to war as General Pincer VIII encouraged the troops
He spoke to platoons, sergeants, chieftains, captains and crabtains
Advising that the enemy is fast and catches them in groups ...
General Clawdius Herman Shellby Pincer VIII stood on the rock
He had come from a long line of warriors since the Jurassic era
His family were more defined by their extra thick exoskeletons
Their species are one the longest living creatures on planet Terra
An army of a million crabs had gathered there in the ocean floor
Ready to go to war as General Pincer VIII encouraged the troops
He spoke to platoons, sergeants, chieftains, captains and crabtains
Advising that the enemy is fast and catches them in groups ...
#animals
#nature
#narrative #funny
#narrative #funny
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The Weight of a Man - Excerpt #5
December 11, 2020
Xavier came over at about seven o’clock and we saw each other for the first time in practically a lifetime. When I opened the door and saw his huge sprawling figure, deep brown eyes and that bright smile, my knees nearly gave out and I leaned against the door frame for support. “Hello Xavier Crown,” I said with much more fearlessness than I had. His bright eyes and smile lit up the hallway as he said hello and I could only point the way to my apartment door. I was at a loss for words. I made sure to walk behind him though. There was no way I was letting...
Xavier came over at about seven o’clock and we saw each other for the first time in practically a lifetime. When I opened the door and saw his huge sprawling figure, deep brown eyes and that bright smile, my knees nearly gave out and I leaned against the door frame for support. “Hello Xavier Crown,” I said with much more fearlessness than I had. His bright eyes and smile lit up the hallway as he said hello and I could only point the way to my apartment door. I was at a loss for words. I made sure to walk behind him though. There was no way I was letting...
#boyfriend
#sex
#narrative #nostalgia
#narrative #nostalgia
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I AM NOT ALL MY POEMS
I continually marvel how
there is a tendency to equate
or judge poets to be what they
write about. I plead not guilty
to that charge. Rarely, if ever
"I am what or who I write about."
I once read there are 168 poetry
writing styles. In college I was
taught there were 29.
I know most forms of literature
has a way of drawing the reader
into the text creating opinions,
and even identity and pros and
cons conclusion about the writer.
I, as most of us tend to do, draw
on personal observations, imaginary ...
there is a tendency to equate
or judge poets to be what they
write about. I plead not guilty
to that charge. Rarely, if ever
"I am what or who I write about."
I once read there are 168 poetry
writing styles. In college I was
taught there were 29.
I know most forms of literature
has a way of drawing the reader
into the text creating opinions,
and even identity and pros and
cons conclusion about the writer.
I, as most of us tend to do, draw
on personal observations, imaginary ...
#romantic
#inspirational
#fiction
#narrative
#confessional
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Box Head (Spelling Errors)
The message on the shirt was to be:
Box Heads Unite
But often as is the case
Operating in tight spaces
It has to be perfect or else
Then what do you do ?
In this case
Salvation
Box Head on sale
Discounted
A story within a story
Box Head saved
Box Heads Unite
But often as is the case
Operating in tight spaces
It has to be perfect or else
Then what do you do ?
In this case
Salvation
Box Head on sale
Discounted
A story within a story
Box Head saved
#narrative
#funny
#TruthOfLife
#art
#philosophical
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Mangoes
walking across brooks
wet coldness to her thighs
pebbles under her feet
standing on grass
tickling her toes
a bright lady bug
ripe mangoes
hanging down
heavy on the branches
she plucked one
peeled and bite
juice to her chin
wet coldness to her thighs
pebbles under her feet
standing on grass
tickling her toes
a bright lady bug
ripe mangoes
hanging down
heavy on the branches
she plucked one
peeled and bite
juice to her chin
#fiction
#narrative
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Sonnets...
So my thoughts have a final resting place
And poems are the common crypt
Where remnant psyche has some space
To linger after souls have dripped
Onto the compendium of time
Cased inside the hardcover safe
Of measured syllable and rhyme,
For coherency is as a waif
Still searching for a stable home
Much like a wayward angel flight
Lost over heaven's aerodrome,
Communing with the muse one night,
All on behalf of a mortal man
Just hoping for his verse to scan.
And poems are the common crypt
Where remnant psyche has some space
To linger after souls have dripped
Onto the compendium of time
Cased inside the hardcover safe
Of measured syllable and rhyme,
For coherency is as a waif
Still searching for a stable home
Much like a wayward angel flight
Lost over heaven's aerodrome,
Communing with the muse one night,
All on behalf of a mortal man
Just hoping for his verse to scan.
#narrative
#sonnet
#memorial
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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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Untitled Words
Sittin here on my chair,,, writin
got the tv off
the doors & windows open
listenin to the sound of the birds
the last days of winters breezes
blowin through house and home
it smells an feels good
my good blanket pulled up & comfy
keepin this young old mans bones
warm like a smoldered fire
Jasper layin on the ground
next to me,
chewin on an empty 2 litter bottle I had just finished drinkin
makin me throw it,
he chases it, comes back
lays down & chews some more on it,
As I sit here
with words...
got the tv off
the doors & windows open
listenin to the sound of the birds
the last days of winters breezes
blowin through house and home
it smells an feels good
my good blanket pulled up & comfy
keepin this young old mans bones
warm like a smoldered fire
Jasper layin on the ground
next to me,
chewin on an empty 2 litter bottle I had just finished drinkin
makin me throw it,
he chases it, comes back
lays down & chews some more on it,
As I sit here
with words...
#narrative
#prose
#nostalgia
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Jiffy Boob
it's the type of appointment
you write at the top of those
'dumb things i gotta do' notepads
or type into your phone
or whatever your system is
nothing to dread
certainly nothing to be excited about
just life
well, maybe just a little dread
having one's boobs smashed between plates of glass
could be somebody's kink
but it not mine
once in the waiting room
phone's out
about to start scrolling
but not so fast
my name is called
that was quick
it's all brusque...
you write at the top of those
'dumb things i gotta do' notepads
or type into your phone
or whatever your system is
nothing to dread
certainly nothing to be excited about
just life
well, maybe just a little dread
having one's boobs smashed between plates of glass
could be somebody's kink
but it not mine
once in the waiting room
phone's out
about to start scrolling
but not so fast
my name is called
that was quick
it's all brusque...
#women
#narrative
#funny #responsibility
#funny #responsibility
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Perverts, Politicians and Pyromaniacs
Psychopaths and perverts
Linger in the shadows
Of the night stopping only
Long enough to up the ante
In the war against malcontents
And fading politicians who are
Serving up deep-fried linoleum
To the public
When they're not selling
Propane to the pyros
Spurred on by
The cosmic karma backlash
Where the weak are
being spoonfed their
Daily dose of scorn
Somewhere, in the shadows
The perverts easily commiserate
Beating on their pale chests
Shouting "The beasts,
They will not die."
...
Linger in the shadows
Of the night stopping only
Long enough to up the ante
In the war against malcontents
And fading politicians who are
Serving up deep-fried linoleum
To the public
When they're not selling
Propane to the pyros
Spurred on by
The cosmic karma backlash
Where the weak are
being spoonfed their
Daily dose of scorn
Somewhere, in the shadows
The perverts easily commiserate
Beating on their pale chests
Shouting "The beasts,
They will not die."
...
#narrative
#shame
#misunderstood
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My cloud and I are so chatty
In the pixelated haze of our digital embrace,
I whisper secrets to my cloud, my cosmic confidant.
We talk in binary, our encrypted language,
a symphony of zeros and ones, coded stardust.
My cloud, a heavenly scribe, records my reflections,
its nebulous tendrils weaving through cyberspace.
Together we surf the quantum waves of emotion,
netting the limits of reality and imagination.
Our love story unfolds in encrypted chat logs,
each message is a meteor shower in the night sky.
I send heart emojis and he responds with rainbows, ...
I whisper secrets to my cloud, my cosmic confidant.
We talk in binary, our encrypted language,
a symphony of zeros and ones, coded stardust.
My cloud, a heavenly scribe, records my reflections,
its nebulous tendrils weaving through cyberspace.
Together we surf the quantum waves of emotion,
netting the limits of reality and imagination.
Our love story unfolds in encrypted chat logs,
each message is a meteor shower in the night sky.
I send heart emojis and he responds with rainbows, ...
#identity
#dreams
#clouds
#narrative
#confessional
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fagin
being in his sixties counted against him was a young thug demanding his wallet
to whom he reluctantly gave in and handed it back
to whom he reluctantly gave in and handed it back
#narrative
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