Stories Poems - Poems about Stories

Waking or sleeping Continuously we spin believable stories Ideal or terrible Or just simply boring or strange. Obviously It’s what our minds habitually do And we believe them Even when it’s clear we shouldn’t Because they are our stories Spun into a web To hold our attention, hold us up And hold something, A lack at our center and beyond Our periphery,...

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Attila, Hannibal, and Genghis Khan Were comparing the many battles they'd won. Hannibal boasted o'er the Alps he had coasted On elephants and conquered the Romans. Khan's hordes did maraud both at home and abroad In places they'd ne'er make their home in. When Attila's turn came, he said, "I'm to blame For campaigns that make you look like babies. Of God I'm...

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At this moment, A billion stories unfold, Pages of joy and grief....

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Shadowed in mist, she rises Mountains alive with ancient tales, Cloaked in faded stories, history Whispered on the nights in breathless tales Pastel moments, promises, echoed Across the horizon, silent dreams ...

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Reminders Of time Are plentiful.. These paintings ) Of separation May trigger an Appreciation of Story..which Make nothing of Separation's Reminders... (And this: would it not be nice if Poetry Soup would program a capability to easily post photos to support our poems? I have asked before. Thanks! )...

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ONE OLD HAT AND FRYING PAN Our life is like a book of endless short stories.. filled with a myriad of highs and lows. Stories we will write today stretching as far back as our memory goes. One of the wonders and beauty we possess…as every day we age is how easily a memory can be triggered…opening our book to...

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What is it that you are showing me? I saw a scene on the news: Someone “powerful” has been disrespectful to someone in need. Many emotions came to the surface for the first time I didn’t get caught up. I just watched. What is it that you are showing me? I want to go deeper See behind the story Can I see myself reflected? All stories are fractals of my...

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Some people easily eradicate their past When I hear of it, it makes me gasp How can you never see a son or daughter? Sometimes six thousand miles away across deep water. TV happily-ever-after reunion stories seem farfetched to me Unbelievable amounts of forgiveness on TV...

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Writing sad stories Full of sorrow and worries Never cracked a smile Nor answer a why Words lay on a sheet Longer than any street To read and wonder To think, think and ponder Of agony and pain Planted in soul and brain Suffer misery From day one of our history ...

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In the garden of silence, where shadows weave stories on the canvas of time, The flower detaches from the branch of life, a silent tear of destiny, Without tears and without resistance, lost in the ocean of misunderstood love, A silent witness of a feeling that remains a hidden mystery in the soul. Wrapped in the mantle of words...

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Have you ever wondered why we love reading bedtime stories to our children once they pray to God their soul to keep? It’s more than, as parents, we are tired and we’d like to get some sleep. It’s a wonderful moment at the end of the day when the world slows down a tad a quiet, intimate moment between a...

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Separation Is inherent in All words.. Words telling Stories may Seem to stand On solid Assumptions of Separation.. But whether or Not such standing Appears..a story Is empty as it Is told......

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After the end of all the loudest times A poet breathed in yet another breath Finally prepared to present his rhymes About love and hate, even life and death Prepared to give stories with falls and climbs To tell the tale of Mark, Calvin, and Seth Many more indeed was planned to be told Every story worth more indeed than gold He went...

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Undeva departe Emo?iile ?i-au facut adapost Afara ploua ?i e frig.. Ele, tremura, sperând la un anotimp mai bun Înainte de pisc, au fost îndrumate de un calugar El le-a urnit din loc ?i le-a dat direc?ia spre Vârful Exprimarii Dar când au ajuns acolo, le-a parasit cum s-a înnoptat Iar ele înca se întreaba daca e pentru ca a ajuns sa...

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