Without Regrets What Have I LeftThe end of days is a term
Dark enough
To make men squirm
And real enough
In a way
To make one consider
His final day…
Without regrets…who’s to say
And doing so I must look back
On what I wrought
And what I wrecked
What I built
And what I broke
What I gave
And what I took
Then the book that tallies sums
Finds me wanting
And then some
For...
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Categories:
death, humanity, life, philosophy,
Form: Narrative
Compassion**A Bird in the Hand**
From my childhood, I cherish the sweet memory of holding a sparrow in my hands. Its heart raced wildly, igniting my curiosity. Gazing into its small, beady eyes, I couldn't help but smile as it chirped and whined, pleading for freedom.
Yet, in its desperation, it bit down on my thumb,...
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Categories:
allusion, anger, character, earth
Form: Narrative
The Wicket Keeper**The Wicket-Keeper**
Today, I learned that a lover I once cherished has passed away. Just yesterday, he was alive, and I never imagined I would feel this way about him. It’s strange how I rarely think about the rain unless it floods my drains, my driveway, or my beloved rose garden, or dampens my happy mood....
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Categories:
allegory, angst, break up,
Form: Narrative
Oh Liza, dear LizaOh Liza, dear Liza. My plane’s going down.
I’m somewhere over the Pacific, but there's nobody around.
Nobody to watch as this hunk of metal falls
No one to weep as these blaring alarms stall.
Dear Liza, my Liza. Now I’m going down.
It’s not valiant or brave like you hear of in town.
There was no gunfire, I’m just...
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Categories:
flying, freedom, independence day,
Form: Narrative
Way of the SpiritThere's days, my time grows older to darkness
My breath as if my last I give for peace
Patience, long waited death; time counting the ticks
To be or not, the answer to the question
Live life thou have had pleasure of its pain,
feeling the eternal thirst it beats
Soul draws weary the life...
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Categories:
absence, anxiety, character, death,
Form: Narrative
Trained Professional 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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Categories:
abuse, angst, betrayal, identity,
Form: Narrative
The Nameless One
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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Categories:
emotions, feelings,
Form: Narrative
My Mother's Daughter
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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Categories:
anger, betrayal, dark, emotions,
Form: Narrative
Life without HimThis 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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Categories:
abuse, boyfriend, change, friend,
Form: Narrative
Gboko Gives ChaseIn 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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Categories:
africa, culture, funny, happiness,
Form: Narrative
Women Love Cheese GiftsWilma 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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Categories:
relationship,
Form: Narrative
Full Blown Thunderstorm in Kansasa 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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Categories:
rain, storm,
Form: Narrative
I Seek Fun Satisfaction and Joymy 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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Categories:
me,
Form: Narrative
The world is bleedingIn 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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Categories:
grief, horror, sad, sorrow,
Form: Narrative
Flower Chide VI, StemriseToward 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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Categories:
fantasy,
Form: Narrative
Specific Types of Narrative Poems
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christmas, 4th grade, funny, high school, kids, life, middle school, nature, rhyme, 3rd grade,
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Definition | What is Narrative in Poetry?