Woman Narrative Poems

            Now he wants her back... 

      The same...

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Heavy and eerie silence reigned therein, 
The dark rooms looking as sullen as mean, 
As if they had taken serious offence 
Against me who had...

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During a bad storm one night I turned on my television
Grey and black flickering lines appeared, obscuring my vision
I went outside and saw the aerial...

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I once saw a man with kaleidoscopic eyes,
reflecting in hues of periwinkle and persimmon.
His heart illuminated in shades of scarlet, 
marigold and clementine,
releasing rainbow ink...

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The fruit juice drips momentarily beneath the alter filling the crevices and corner, while the sound of impatient traffic rolls down the street honking horns...

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Some years had passed while Balgar learn the druid ways
now full of knowledge and ready to help those in need
He set off on his travels...

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Beyond the grave of Beni Blue
was an aging twisting branching Yew
Young Beni liked to play and hide
as he did the day he died

In a forgotten...

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In a small village in the green valleys of the Peak District, Sarah gave birth to a son, after a decade of trying for a...

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Being Bob

Bob, is just an ordinary guy in every sense of the word. Five ft eight inches tall, a little on the chubby side and...

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How dare you spit upon his garb! 
This peaceful bredda who by nature only loves, 
When you should have been his Rasta queen 
Your ghastly...

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Stories, stories that was told on to me,
"A woman so pretty, with her flawless eyes.
Soft lips, clear skin and her hair dancing tonight."
My reflection, grudgingly...

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Note: This poem is the twin poem for "She Speaks for the Dead." This one is in the mockingbird's perspective. 



I perch upon the locked...

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In Ouachita's murmurs, where pine needles sigh,
I trace the mountains' ancient, weathered crown.
Silvered river forgotten secrets float by,
And fills my heart, a sonorous chamber now.

A...

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Obsessed

Hours and hours practising 
“Practice makes perfect!”
Others have described Antonio’s playing as perfect.
He has played in spectacular locations. Even before Kings and Queens. One day...

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They met at the foot of the tree when the temperature was minus zero degrees, the wind was blowing, the trees were shaking, and her...

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