Best Storytelling Poems

“I heard a note once,.”  Charles said with conviction and bass from his gut.
Every night with chuck we reached this point ,
Existential storytelling, usually after four drinks or eight drinks.
Talking about government and it’s corrupt nature, the idiocy and beauty of religion,
And even the...

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The gentle watery flow smashing against the ragged rocks.
The snowcap mountains nestled against the bluest sky
wisps of a soft breeze whispering against the blushing cheek
unanticipatory verbiage impacting emotions

to thine own self be true
to rhyme without rhythm
to eat, to pray, to love

the best of times, the...

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Facedown on the carpet I just knew that I would die, 
the red obscures my vision as the blood dripped in 
my eye,

I never saw it coming, tell me, how could I have 
slipped? But let me back it up a bit and tell you...

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Things are all slow motion like I'm Neo in the grid, 
just layin here and thinkin back to when I was a kid,

with plasma gushin out my lid, my lashes flutter 
tight, my 16th birthday 2K1 seems like the other 
night.

My Uncle Sal, a won'drous...

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It brought such memories, memories when I was a kid
It reminded me of all the things that I did 
Storytelling, it's such an ancient art on 
channelizing events in which our family gives
voice, sounds of laughter, sometimes by embellishment
It exists in such class, beauty, and...

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I want canvasses
littering my room
fed by paint from my brushes
and lukewarm water from my brains
I want to see a billion stories
scattered all about my walls
and my carpet, and my 
Television wears a happy, painted
mask to hide his blackness.

I crave marbles
melted into breathtaking glass
sculptures, and these...

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Storytelling in the world

No planeta existem 
todos os tipos de criaturas, 
somente o ser humano
conta histórias!

A pessoa
QUE CONSEGUE CONSTRUIR
e contar histórias
no decorrer de sua vida
imagina e planeja,
inspira,
será bem sucedida. 
Produzirá resultados extraordinários.

Contar histórias 
Está a alcance de 
Todas as pessoas!

Contar histórias 
argumentar 
é como respirar;...

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Storytelling

Comece agora
reflita:
desde o inicio dos tempos, 
hoje e sempre
nos negócios 
na vida,
tudo o que existe entre os seres humanos, 
são a vida
e 
a história de cada vida. 

Tudo o que existe
entre os seres humanos, 
são histórias!

Historias nas cavernas
historias de 
histórias de amor, 
de descoberta, 
dos...

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Encased in an isolated castle of an old fool’s paradise,  
A decaying dagger rests upon a distressed oak table.  
Frayed book pages scatter across termite-riddled floors.  
The calligraphy carries echoes of triumphant battles,  
Vividly etched in ink.  

A revered legacy...

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The yellow neon sign casted a glow upon his chiselled cheekbones as the bustling sounds of a city that never slept droned on. 

He carried his troubles with him, like a worn out cloak, weighing him down in his every step. His mind was entwined...

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Long long ago there once lived a King
who wished that a child the stork would bring.
He and his Queen were very sad
at the thought of an heir that they never had.

The Queen walked beside the sea one night 
when a talking fish gave her a...

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example 1:

recently orphaned adult

seven billion living souls
yet i am from no one

disquieting thoughts
elusive sleep
my children make me smile



example 2:

most glorious day

age sixteen milestone
driving test passed

shared joy with
best friend who
failed three times...

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In a bright yellow, the big bus stands still,
Its lights flash a warning, a sign of care.
Giggles and waves from tiny hands inside,
A moment to pause, where safety’s embraced.

Red lights flash, and the bus is waiting,
You’re in a rush, but safety calls loud.
Around the bend,...

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I am going to sea in a blueberry boat
That danced in the wind by the lee she did float
With vanilla sails and strawberry jib to bend her
Her chocolate chine hull held true on this double-ender

From starboard to port in a raspberry ocean
Her freeboard it romped...

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When you ask me who I am,
I can not be sure what to say.
Am I a savage woman?
My answer might dismay.
Do I know what family is?
It is surely hard to say.

You see,
Not too long ago in this country of the strong and free,
My people had...

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