Narrator Poems - Poems about Narrator

... O, elusive muse, mysterious and profound bruise, you bewitch my soul, never to be found in the way of former use. In your absence, I am left with bittersweet caramello pai......Read the rest...

...He came to me in a rhythm, an ordinary Black American woman, age 33 spilling gentile and Pinesol, and debris of his knee\ A couple of diamonds and pearls, said the dream, "Is the dreaming Awakening......Read the rest...

...Did I ever tell you that my sister finished school I know you’re still mad at me but you always loved her Pretend I’m not the one talking to you; pretend it’s just the narrator Of your story, not ......Read the rest...

...The few times I’ve happened upon A heart who I could understand, a soul Someone who I felt a kinship with, Like they were appreciative of my thoughts, Accepting of my heart, considerate And empa......Read the rest...

...A blow is smote, the poet wrote Lines appear, almost innate, from pen upon The paper A yearning presence presses in with thoughts And visions; senses spin, much to ponder? The coldness So impers......Read the rest...

...It was dark, We were six, The air was filled with the heavy smell of cigarettes and weed, Some drank, 'I' did too. You were dancing to the rhythms of jazz. And you were gazing at the stars. W......Read the rest...

...As the last man on the planet Earth, Time has become my mortal enemy. A whole world to walk silently alone, In fruitless reflection of what was. The streets are fully empty now, But I can stil......Read the rest...

...Once I purchased a book about Total Recall It might be of Re-cap-i–tulation Rum-i-nation Or glorious immigrant stories…. But I failed to reach even a library spot… Too high a ladder. Yo......Read the rest...

...Years back , my grand father used to tell me about our  stolen  Kingdom. " My grand father King Mussabwa Mundi was assassinated by his relatives for power. Many members of our family  lost their ......Read the rest...

...The day I was diagnosed. That’s what first comes to mind. But they want me to start at the beginning. Maybe they mean something as simple as my childhood. I wasted my childhood not kno......Read the rest...

...Enter Nightmare By FD Ravenskraft Broken in the midst of time Welcome to the show of the invitation of rhymes The hourglass of the sandman Spreads across the realms of the lost and found Drown......Read the rest...

...Inner Child” My inner child seems to appear when Im stunned by fear and my circumstances turn cold Even though Im an adult shes still an infant incubated hidden deep inside my soul When the wei......Read the rest...

...There are no adults here.. Only confused kids. Children under the delusion that they know what they're doing. Youngsters playing make-believe in a world they perceive so solidly. Every one a na......Read the rest...

...you are not the body. he is the operative of the subjective you. you are the subjective of this body you. see the way this internal monologue works. flow of thought. inner voice. the cerebra......Read the rest...

...planetarium experience the second graders have no idea what to expect it is dark and comfy The narrator is behind us Several turn to try and see her She is behind a black booth The sky gets d......Read the rest...