Narration Poems - Poems about Narration

An occupation is a narration telling one’s story in all its glory ... Though o’er the narration's duration ~ it may undergo alteration ...

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Sharing my love narration, Causing much elation, Ignoring cant negation, Here tis love central station, Harmless joy aeration, Heart is your curation, Pixie dust your vocation, Love needs no stagnation, Evolving, with illustration, Never has privation, Revoked our sublimation, Scribbling this summation, "Pour blessed love libation!"...

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We stand a few feet from the battering, foaming waves, they can foretell if hail or rain is coming to scatter us... as we run for cover to the beach house color rust; should we wait for those swollen clouds to bust? To get frightened is to imagine an immediate evacuation, or even an illusional mirage from deadly hydration; peacefulness...

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"Love Beyond The Titanic - Her heart goes on "- Is a poetic and visually stunning narrative that explores themes of love, loss, and the profound possibilities that lie beyond our perceived reality. Beyond The Titanic Script Older Rose The day came when they told me they were taking me back to revisit the ship. A ship that...

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The curse of an ugly darling and her invisible shadow struggling for the warmth light and the ease in the dark night. She is the lightening in the clouds; a distant flash followed by the sound of an unwavering silence. A heroic sufferer trudging through a plaguing odyssey. Untouchable and unreachable yet, undoubtably, a touched thought at arms...

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I am Name, the leader of the cast. If all should fall, then I shall be the last. Invisible, beyond what players see, The play would be for nought, if not for me. And so we're at the start, where I begin. For them, I stand without; for you, within....

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I’d just finished my fall-term exams. I felt at once both played-out and relieved. Ever felt like just falling over? Didn’t I deserve that small treat after what I’d achieved? No doubt our floor was dirty but dust, in blonde hair, isn’t easily perceived. I was lying, relaxed, on the cool common room floor in sedate prostration when my...

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Another prompt, just another poem, but are these genuine feelings I'm showing? I think of past versions of my existence, changing with each season without resistance. But now I'm too fatigued to study myself, so leave me alone on a dusty bookshelf. Sitting upon the edge of unread distant shores, soul sighs, tired from being a misunderstood metaphor. Sometimes the inner child loves...

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This story is hell to tell I have a hell of a story to tell After I have auctioned off my sisters to the highest bidder and my sinful soul is deemed worthy to sell To the seventh heaven of wonder and bliss I am the story Sometimes I appear frail and uncared for With similes dancing ontop of these discordant prose...

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MARION'S NARRATION Y'all gather round me and listen clearly. I got a tale to tell. And so listen intently. It's about fighting and killing and my men. My Father and husband, whom bless me, amen. When the leaders all say 'we'll be back Christmas day' then know the knowing wise. For the troops need you to sympathize. They will face massive demise. Before during and...

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Forgive me please and don't berate My dismal voice when I narrate, The many poems I've written well, To bring to you my tale to tell. I like to write my thoughts in rhyme And find I have an easy time, To form each stanza with a flow; My words go smoothly to and fro. Then comes the time to say...

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A French Narrative Poem: A wren comes to rest on a reed after the storm – Dialogue between the bird and the shrub. Translation of Rene Etiemble’s poem: Narration Française (The very first poem composed by Etiemble while a student of Class 5A at the Lycée de Laval on Octobre 14, 1921, i.e., when he was...

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Nature's willingness and narration of winds blowing in from all points Earths' compass tells us west to east and from north to south Wind breezes' goes howling through trees everywhere as nature begins her new narration in water Water flowing onward filling Rivers and Oceans with great wonders of life in abundance Ocean tides often rise above and waves are push on shores ... signaling forward...

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