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People Narrative Poems

These People Narrative poems are examples of Narrative poems about People. These are the best examples of Narrative People poems written by international poets.


poncho
I used to have a friend named Poncho. 
We would walk to school every day.
There was a vending machine that sold pop tarts 2 to...

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Categories: friend, poems,



Savage
Savage

Why am I called a violent savage, uncivilized, unteachable, three-fifths of a person?
Yet, it was I who was obnoxiously chased by strange men who invaded...

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Categories: adventure, africa, black african

Premium Member GOD Absolutely Loves Color
GOD ABSOLUTELY LOVES COLOR!!!

Have you ever really contemplated the varieties
of colors in flowers, fish, birds, animals even
the beautiful sunsets in the heaven at times?
Then why...

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Categories: appreciation, celebration, christian,

Premium Member You Are My Soul Family
So many people help me.  They are concerned, they rush to see if I am okay.
They listen when I want to tell my truth....

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Categories: introspection, poetry,

STOLEN ILLUMINATION OF THE STAR
STOLEN ILLUMINATION OF THE STAR

This journey has not been a fanciful adventure, 
we're all settlers in  these dynasty of neo-colonialism 
united only by what...

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Categories: political,

Premium Member We Were Not To Travel This Earth Without HIM
We Were Not Meant To Travel This Earth Without Him

When God created Adam and then Eve, they had a marvelous fellowship and a closeness with...

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Categories: bible, christian, trust,

The New Puritans, Part II
...It was only two days later
when the local catholic high school
was told their team name, the ‘Crusaders,’
was insensitive and uncool.
Protestors showed up to bellow slurs,
and...

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Categories: culture, how i feel,

The New Puritans, Part I
I was playing near a college town,
people pay money to hear my jokes,
when back-clad fools charged upon stage,
at first I thought it was a hoax.
Then...

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Categories: culture, how i feel,

Premium Member This Is Part Of My Story
On a snowy Sunday night in the City of Syracuse, NY, as I sit at my computer and write part of my story from the...

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Categories: africa, age, black african

A harvest of choice
Floating in with a tune
Striking a melodious tone 
Stirring, revving 
A once scenery mind
Into a hat full 
Of harvested choice

With each sounding pitch 
Awaits a...

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Categories: culture, people, places,

The Cobbler With The Chocolate Shoes
He worked all day and he worked all night to get each shoe in line 
 people came and people went," how much, can you...

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Categories: cute,

No Judgement Jamie
No Judgement Jamie always was told
that judging others was vile and cold,
all her teachers did proudly attest
that living life without judging was best.

And the media...

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Categories: confusion, culture, death, education,

Finite
The night- serene and dark,
We lay, mellowed in peace,
How silence would embark,
Down to its utter tease.

As no morning moves,
There’s news I don’t see,
only the outside...

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Categories: birth, dark, death, destiny,

A void in my Reflection
A Void in my Reflection. When i look at myself i see a Woman i cant except. My skin is like melted milk chocolate poured...

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Categories: abuse, anxiety, depression, freedom,

Premium Member Just A Note Of Encouragement
I hope you remember who you are. Sometimes when time goes by, we forget and I want to encourage you to remember what God called...

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Categories: adventure, america, angel, appreciation,

Premium Member Reuniting With First Love At Reunion
Sheila dressed carefully, greeting first love in fits of anticipation,
Amid glittering disco ball promoting twenty-fifth year class reunion,
Drum master is at play, thumping Sheila’s traitorous...

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Categories: age, dream,

Other People's Freedom, Part I
Autumn though of herself as a kind soul,
and she took great pride in her compassion,
she believed things could be made perfect,
and her voting reflected this...

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Categories: betrayal, dark, evil, freedom,

Premium Member The Young Immigrant
The Young Immigrant
   by Edmund Siejka

Every night he had the same dream 
There would be a soft knock on the door
Like a friend...

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Categories: life,

He Did Not Come Back The Same, Part I
When Laurie was just eighteen years of age
she fell in love with a brazen young man,
rode his own bike, knew just what to say,
ever quick...

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Categories: growth, introspection, loss, love,

Just Call Me Moonlight
Just Call Me Moonlight

I am growing older in age
yet, I did make my way out of the cage.
Just call me Moonlight, 
because that is the...

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Categories: character, courage, fantasy, poems,