Narrative Poems | Narrative Examples

She met him one October day, When autumn winds had lost their way. Leaves whispered secrets down the street, And fate, unasked, had planned their meet. He smiled the way the sun might rise On empty fields and hollow skies. He spoke like pages dipped in gold, Of futures warm, of hands to hold. She, fragile as a half-healed scar, Believed his voice, his...

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When I look in the mirror, I don’t see me; I see who I used to be. A little lost girl who was so abused and so misused, so ashamed of who she was, so helpless and so selfless. Yet somehow, she refused to give in...refused to give up on life. Even though she tried. She used her books to...

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I have known him for only 3 years and 5 months From his gospel lips I have heard some wisdom, The kind of wisdom born out of many experiences. Please allow me to speak of just a little of that wisdom. I heard him say again and again, "Don't fool yourself". In a troubled world of believers being decieved by Unbelievers...

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I don’t like mirrors anymore They’re a reflection of everything I try to ignore The acne on my face My stomach gaining weight These love handles aren’t fake It sucks to be this way Cause all I see is ugliness staring back at me I don’t wanna be her The one I call mother For she’s...

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Saturday Morning Routines** The familiar smell of wood smoke slowly filled my bedroom, wrapping around me like a comforting blanket. Through my window, I caught sight of the warm, flickering lights from the flambeau, casting dancing shadows on the walls. It was in that moment that I knew it was time to leave the warmth of...

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The tailor rests in her workshop alone. Grabbing the thread for the day's work ahead, she begins pushing needle through cloth. In exercise, she customizes garments, stitch by stitch, Though it's slow, her craftsmanship shows uniquely perfect alterations to all her customers' clothes. Free of charge she'll embroider! Weaving colorful flosses in and out, she's leaving shapes and symbols of brightness about. Now, next...

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so harrowing, life journey from radiant light to pitch-darkness - quote by poet. a (groaning) dread nobody deserves to muddle through, day after day; the loss of a spouse ...

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Just wanted to make a few things clear for my fellow poets If you are going to use A I, to write a poem for a particular contest, then be sure to let the sponsor know by adding A I on top of your poem, so the sponsor of the contest can then decide whether...

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tiptoeing through a minefield f r a u g h t with combustible opportunities a groom jilted at the altar by bride who'd rather stay "just friends." humiliated at his...

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Shadow thieves Pondering on the darkened times Peeling the strips of the phase Tugging on the masks of yesterday's face as impunity crows unravelling the thickened years ...

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Life My cherished one set against a sordid world My lanes are coerced just as my feet are formed My life is a platter furnished on a plaza dicing my thoughts stewing my ordeal rendering my life a treasure meal set before a soulless world ...

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Begotten to Fail The strutting hustlers rouse their slumberous day amidst their maddened worlds In the midst of the wary ghetto A dream steps out blinking, yawning with a resolve even as their sky seems blurry Repelling men and monsters Relishing the forecasted rain Marching through mud and splatters riding with the lightning dancing to the pounding...

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Who am I that I can choose To pick from my closet different types of shoes Who am I that my feet are bare When I only wish I had shoes to wear Who am I that I have food Whenever I'm hungry to eat Who am I that I am hungry And for food I have to seek Who am I...

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Outside the trees are called by the Autumn’s breeze. The door isn’t perfectly shut as the leaves seep through the uneven cracks. The whistling tune from Nature’s broken karaoke machine finds its way under the door. Slowly the shadows become dimmer as the morning sun sets in and the birds begin to chirp as the crickets causes a ruckus enough to wake the subconscious mind from sleeping internally. The...

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Judge Horne issued a decree that elections take place this week  For the positions of mayor and sheriff in the town of Milton Creek  It had now been nearly four years and was somewhat overdue  Some known names were mentioned and some nobody knew. Rumour had it John Scultz of the Cactus Ranch was running for mayor It was also...

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