Narrative Poems | Narrative Examples

After 63 years of smiling You might say I’m a professional I don’t know when I smiled for the first time After all I was a baby for a while My parents didn’t take many photos of me I was the second child so I guess the novelty had worn off. Sometimes a full toothed grin Followed by uncontrollable laughter Isn’t...

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The Nameless one For each day you come awake l am condemned to die Opening your eyes only to be blinded by the light Feeling the loss even after a fresh start Saddled with their burdens but oblivious to their sight With the vision becoming blurry an angel and demon thus appears as one Losing sleep over someone else's hurdle Hovering above an unnamed monument knowing you exist the...

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My Mother's Daughter No one listened to me No body finds me No one fought for me No one took a stand I slept in a strange land awaken a stranger I cried a river the steaming tears dancing with the undulating water reveals a saddened reflection mirroring my world sweeping me back to yesteryear ...

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This message is someone’s story and from observing their story, it inspired me to write about it. Hopefully this can help someone else who may be going through or in a toxic relationship. Imagine - Being with a person and experiencing this. The level of toxicity, love, sex and lies, pain, hurt, tears, abuse, disrespect, smiles, fusses,...

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In Gboko, where the dust motes dance and play, A town, a city, a people, some would say. What defines its spirit, a riddle, a quest, With a gait too familiar, putting all to the test. "Gboko!" he calls, by name, with a grin, "Seems we're acquainted, where have you been?" For here, familiar strangers, a curious clan, Know each other better...

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Wilma was a pretty little thing. Ed decided she would like American cheese. So that is what he gave her as a pre-date present. Wilma was astounded; this was the only cheese she did not eat. Her dog loved all cheeses, so he was the recipient of this feast. His next date was with Peggy, a girl from an Irish...

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a tiny drizzle or an avalanche of water cascading like Niagara Falls? April is giving us a joyful nod, emptying her clouds one at a time Clothes on the line went from being sprinkled to saturated robins had been hopping happily; now they are in hiding I was dancing with joy for the garden and I needed rain But this...

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my own tiny Kansas environment owes me an apology I have wanted a dog run built and it keeps getting promised yet the powers that be have thrown rain into the equation for two or three weeks, it is as if we have had a small tsunami society is moving on without my input, aide or suggestions I am tethered...

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In Ankara and Moscow, the ground is crimson red ~ a carpet spread on fields once green. Life’s fluid, like red gold, flows as scarlet runoffs into Ottoman rivers – lifestreams of Rossiyane and Turks spilled from their inner oceans. Their bones ~ lifeless as strings of dead fish, litter seas once full of life. The tears of fatherless children fill the Black Sea, their futures...

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Toward Scent fold’s vale they cleaved the green, Where wind runs thick with things unseen. “Is it justice you seek or just her place?” Lotus said, his voice low, draped in grace. The blossoms paused, their vows unsealed, Each plucked petal quaking in truth revealed. For in his oblique gaze, the mirror lay. Become the wound or forge the way. The wound was...

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"Eons back, we feared the petal's grace, called beauty pride, and named it place" "Mistakes were made, but wisdom stayed" said Thallorin,"not every path must be replayed". Each bloom now understood, but still Knowing alone could never kill, The monster born from rootless scar who thrived when petals turned to war. So, stem by stem, with colors waned, they sought the one their fear...

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Beneath the Nefaryes timeless, tangled roots. where dreamscents rot and anger hoots, Pokenose stirs with a spore-slick grin not to charm, but to drag you in. "You reek of want without refrain, of wounds that swell instead of wane" said Rose with petals dull and bare. "Your scent is grief stripped of despair.” “Desire without end is blight,” she sighed, "A bloom that feeds...

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Caelith pulsed in the starless seam, No warmth, just orbit, cold with gleam. “Equality is just a myth,” it sighed, “And safety, merely a dreamleaf dried. A lull to cradle wilt and thrall, For leaves too tender yet to let fall.” Then Lily laughed, a sound half-sung, Like petals bruised but newly sprung. "If truth decays in myths you spin, We’ll plant our wound...

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We never knew that death was so close. And when our grand daughter was dying, Before her passing we began to pray. Something erupted deep inside of me. I yelled loudly; I pleaded to God; I said, " Lord, please don't let her die! Can you do this for me?" I cried like a newborn baby. God heard me but he said,...

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My soul is lifted out of my mind. In its stead— filled by the Holy Spirit, guided in silence by its breath... like an angry wind held still above a river born of crashing falls, with a tooth that grinds iniquities, and a sacred flame that cooks the soul, the mind, the spirit— to perfection... for the baptism of old me to become a whole...

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