Dramatic Verse Poems | Dramatic Verse Examples

I knew, and you knew, that if I listened to "Unchained Melody," I would have surrendered to yesterday. Without the praises and disappointments, those deep, lingering sighs during moments of passion, our love seemed superficial by comparison. Everything changed the moment I saw his face in my dreams. Suddenly, the sweet sounds of Gheorghe Zamfir’s...

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She takes what isn't hers like a burglar. Her spouse wed his lover. She shut her eyes and once more she lost him to that *witch*. She views him as all-powerful. Finally! She wears his ring. Now it’s time to hold her tongue and demonstrate to the world that she...

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On this radiant moment, a ceiling of new moon beguiles the park-lane where the breeze tosses its wings, lit by a fluorescent in a haze I can't comprehend--- a whip of angst encircles my despair unrelenting to the beat of a warm summer eve so glorious; and yet, my spirit drowns from pain, from the absence of love 's loss in ruins-- there is...

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There was an older man who was not very liked. He sits and draws cartoon characters based on his childhood abusers, often saying their names out loud. He remembers people who have passed away and calls them "bastards." He sometimes feels like crying but holds back, worried he might not like the taste of his tears. "his...

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I’m back once more. I spent a long night contemplating which people to remove from my life, the ones who drag me down. It’s time for a transformation in 2026, a chance to relieve the pressure in my chest. Like a Maidenform bra that left an imprint, What a relief it is to let them go....

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Therapy session 4 In the profound darkness of a frigid night, I can hear his labored breathing. He appeared to be worn out yesterday. Today, I find myself fatigued by the wounds of love, exhausted by my inability to trust in this concept we call love completely . Love is meant to be gentle; love is meant...

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Somewhere, a poem exists in our minds about love, life, politics, natural disasters, religion, and contentious issues. Suddenly, political uprisings and wars emerge, with ISIS and figures like Donald Trump acting as modern crusaders. Here we are, as citizens, once more feeling disheartened, striving to discover beauty in life amidst chaos, seeking a...

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Musings Of Rimi...A Versatile writer I do have huge intrest in high talent mgt' I do still pen whether am wrong or right I still do love a 'tad' too deeply even now I still aspire to reach for the stars so now I will scribble with a dream to make it now I do still know to make it kaa...

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I look at the creamy butter and remember your tender expressions: "I love you; I love you; can’t you hear me? I declared my affection for you." Saying "I love you" feels like a ritual, repeated endlessly by those who fail to realize that a ritual only has significance when there is true belief in...

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**Mental Rumination** Every single day brings with it a new and unfamiliar word, each one carrying its own distinct meaning that often resonates with the shifts in my life. Retirement, for instance, has proven to be a profound transformation, especially during this initial year. I had envisioned a seamless transition, convinced that I had everything perfectly...

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A man who went to jail for stealing, told the judge: “Your Honor, I hold no grudge: with shelter, food, and clothing, steady work, no debts or owing, a four year college education, health and dental care, and weekend recreation, only a fool would contradict a jury’s so generous verdict. ...

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. her tongue gently protruding past her lips whilst i waltz (in mine think) ...

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He was just a boy alone in journey of life Morals, high standards upon family name he walks No recollection to memory, just brief thought in mind Certain image portrayed, locked away in the depths A way of life's poverty, morning dose's of the syrup Just a toddler throwing sticks on tobacco, outhouse out back...

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When the Language Merge** I walked into Bobby Department Store and yelled, “Where are the Jamaicans and Barbadians?” This might sound a little strange to most people; however, it’s that time of year when all the languages and dialects merge, accompanied by the authentic accents from their respective places. Plus, there's always a bit of rudeness...

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. yesss 'tiz 'bout her ...

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