Narrative Poems | Narrative Examples

The 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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**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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**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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Oh 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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There'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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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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