Best Story Poem Poems

Once upon a dreamy fairy tale night
Two lover's hearts went soaring off in flight
The setting a magical seaside scene
Enchanting beauty befitting a queen.

Fairies gathered to gaze from on a star
For romance delighted their tiny hearts
So enthralling was this mystical sight
They sprinkled their fairy dust o'er...

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The Hermit

There once was a young man- that fell deeply in love
with a beautiful girl. she was too rich and not in his reach.
They loved eachother, but their love could not be. her 
parents sent her away and their love vanished that day.

He left and...

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Once upon a time in faraway land,
There lived little Candy with dreams so grand;
She dreamt she was princess Cinderella,
Or sometimes became small Thumbelina;

One night, she danced with leprechauns and dwarves,
Sometimes wearing sombreros, sometimes scarves;
Her dreamy princess dress sparkled with gems,
As she glided around crystal items;

Once,...

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I was born in the waves of music
so long ago now 
when the music was faint.
barely audible almost silent.
I was a accident a beautiful one
but still an accident.
She was a concert pianist
he was a guitar player in a rock band.
they should have hated each other
but...

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Many years ago,
a simple kiss made her glow.
Love was everywhere,
sweet flowers filled the air.
That day there was no snow,
the warm sand covered a toe.
Her blue eyes and blond hair,
with that yellow dress she wore with flare.
July 4th was a big show,
they said I do with...

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Do you think I can save all ships in distress?
How wrong you are! Times when I sorely pressed,
Times when my beacon was snuffed out of its glory.
Oh, I can tell you many an adventurous story,
Exciting exploits on the tumultuous and stormy seas
High waves span all...

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It starts with a little 6 year old girl named "Jellee" (pronounced "jelly")
from Liberia, Africa (on the western coast) -
and ends when she is about 18 and having changed her name to Veronica.

I personally interviewed Veronica and helped begin writing her biography
which she is planning...

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In the valley of Kashmir, lived Meena, a pretty lass,
Undoubtedly she had a captivating singing voice! 
Myna of Srinagar, people around used to call her,
But she coveted the royal trophy of "Best Singer" 
She didn't have the money to buy a bejeweled dress,
Nor the fastest...

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Back in the early '50s, my Dad believed in,
"Spare the rod, spoil a child," his lesson seeping in.
As a young growing kid, I longed for playtime's call,
Believing in the joy of games, both indoors and outdoors, I stood tall.

Mornings meant waking up to breakfast's warm...

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He was the first of many of his kind,
grown long before his siblings came to be
And from the start it was his job to mind
all tiny things that weren't as strong as he

When furry squirrels raced up and down his bark
in search of someplace fitting...

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This past week my eyes shed tears 
A friend, I thought had died 
I've known him for so many years 
For days I mourned and cried 

Little did I know the fact 
But false news had spread the word 
Another friend was too quick to...

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In a old old rambling structure
Down on the street called Broadway
Upper floors that had been deserted
For many and many a day

Lighting a fire 
Starting to pondering
Things from long ago
Remembering songs and legends

Stories that I had been told
The fire light began to flicker
Then undressing for the...

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Four Story Poem

First, a young girl, excited, exploding with joy 
Too much love is dangerous
She worked at a fireworks factory
It blew up with all that energy along with her 
So much for too much love

Second, a river became twisted and fell
Drunk with water that made...

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Blooming From Roots #3 of 3 -(finale)

I pass the dying bodies of - mothers, girls and boys.
But I must leave this awful place where sinful man destroys.

Through bullets, can I make it?  I really do not know.
I start across the clearing.  I stumble...

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Blooming From Roots #2 of 3

I run as fast as I can run.  I'm frightened as can be.
A lady grabs and picks me up - her arms protecting me.

I'm wailing as she runs to hide among 'da bush' and trees.
I hear the chaos all...

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