Stories Poems - Poems about Stories

As a young boy when not very old I did enjoy being told grisly bedtime stories by my Mother the favourite was none other than altho' I was just a nipper Whitechapel Fishmonger Murders perpetrated by Jack the Kipper ...

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Do not get carried away with a man testifying about you The fleeting and lying world will dump you soon and leave you cold Hard to explain your loyalty when your eyes are closed Folly game they play, holding to unconfessed sins to do Well, a judgment day will end them anyway One thing is for sure, evil has...

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sensual touches sate a need that aids depressed hearts seeking passion patches to cover twin aches worn as scars from rejection escape needs fulfilled covers hold two stories told ~ desperate duet...

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grandma, the family storyteller in old age would forget so her stories changed with the retelling but an essence of truth remained her voice echoes in my heart was each story semantic to grandma new in ambiguity to her with random memories merging I am the storyteller now looking into the calm reflective waters of time seeking recollected memories that echo my words specular with...

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Grown apart we became after a long while, Remember those days? Daily talks upon hours, endless laughter, countless stories, shared struggles, emotional break- throughs, as we both sit next to each other in silence. I always remember my best buddy, the one who saw me when others left without looking twice and held my hand with genuine love. A rare gem, one of its kind The time continues to pass us on, memories...

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The story as an identity names what I am~ The story as a story names liberation~~...

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In the depths of my soul, I weave webs of dreams, where silence whispers forgotten stories, I try to sew the past with threads of stars, but you always find ways to my heart. I see you clearly, even when the light of my eyelids fades, and the world slowly disappears, For you live in the corners of...

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I remember when our children were children…and we were younger as well… In a time they believed everything we said…oh the jokes and stories we would tell… We could tell them the moon was made of cheese, fool them with card and magic tricks and when we told stories around the campfire..they would sit and listen…transfixed. One of my...

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Love has tied me in ways I never desired Longing of you has carved your heart inside me Under the Twilight , beneath moon I gaze pearls of pain Every sigh whispers the silence between us Love has tied me in ways I lost you......

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In the cosmic silence of the night, when the stars weave stories on the dark sky, I wonder where my place is in this vastness of dreams and shadows. If the earth calls me home, why do I tremble under the weight of birth, like a mountain feeling its stones weep under the burden of time? If my family...

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Toward you I move, with every step lost in the wind that sings stories, When I say I'm coming home, I'm actually moving toward you, though I scatter along the way, The warmth of returning envelops me like a cloak woven from memories of longing, And the milestones of the roads press like long shadows stretching over ancient...

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Eyes, Chico, never lie, but sometimes I wish they could weave stories, In the depths of your eyes, where love once danced like a shining star, Now there's only a pale shadow, a name carved in the sand of time, Your eyes no longer sparkle, I see the hidden storms, Contempt and confusion, wounds hidden like treasures in the...

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cities bubbling with their stories life playing out with all its drama characters come and go behind every curtain falls a hero at other times a villain the city recycles bit parts for show biz in one continuous stage production AP: 3rd place 2025 Submitted on June 19, 2025 for contest 1391 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - Honorable Mention...

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cursive letters pale fade into weathered parchment— they were stories once....

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