Storyteller Poems

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BLANK PAGE
a blank page whispers,
ink spills like a timid stream—
where have the words gone?

The Storyteller

  
     My tale may well pale
       by the light of the harvest moon

     Yet should it fail to woo
       I’ve another – and another – for you

STORYTELLER

Situation and Circumstance
Walking through a storm feeling afraid
On that very day, I was among a storm full of lightning, Thunder, winds and pouring rain
It felt like Heaven’s rage on the Earth
It came to mind a cleansing
Being in the middle with no shelter to run to nor go under
I felt danger
A voice unspeakable, but knew it

Storyteller unknown

Words

Seem to arise

Declaring independence

Naming everything

Which cannot be named..

An amazing story

Storyteller unknown...

ONCE UPON A TIME IN NIGERIA

Once upon a time in Nigeria
Lived a storyteller with a voice like the wind
His parables, like whispers, traveled far and wide 
Touching every corner, stirring every mind.

He wrote of a land where the yam was king 
Where the ancestors’ drums forever sing.  
He told of Okonkwo, fierce and proud  
In a village where

Master Storyteller

When I’m craving a well-plotted story
with a strong theme and creative rhymes,
I can say I have found masterpieces
here on Poetry Soup many times.

Give me characters, real or imagined,
that will speak to me right from the page
in a story that holds my attention 
and would be great performed on a stage.

Fans have long deemed this poet

Storyteller

A good storyteller knows how to make an audience hooked
Making them anticipate each and every move
And crave for a good story while not wanting it to end
For a good story should find a way to always live on 

A good storyteller has his cards on his chest
All this time looking at his audience
Building up the

Death of the Storyteller

We are

Storytellers

In our speaking

Conversing

Interpreting..

Seemingly

Making sense of

The indescribable

Spontaneity of this..

Death of the

Storyteller

Frees the story

Telling itself

With a character

Fondly

Known as the

Storyteller...

Storyteller

Storyteller

Now, as spring light fades into 
a soft blue night, I turn to you and ask
Tell me more.
The river doesn’t run rapidly as before
The lake is dry
No wind blows away broken dreams.
Tell me more, if you can before, the light
Is an empty space
The stillness has lost its echo.

Speller

Back story: I wrote this is reference to a lady expressing your struggles when she was homeless on a community app and someone commented and stated that they could not take her seriously because she spelled a word wrong...

I never claimed to be one who was a good speller. 
Or someone who could pronounce words

Twilit Storyteller

Staring into the written moon
Words illuminating my space
I stand still inhaling syllables
Lost in the story’s embrace.

The pages cast a shadow
Imagination in the shade
Lyrical mating of the mind
A literary serenade.

Trees of erudite branches
Fallen leaves of knowledge
Raking piles into my memory
In hopes of paying homage.

Spellbound by the paragraphs
The smells of inky dew
Entranced by this moment in time
Appreciated

Meet the New Storyteller

Do you want 
your story to be told?
Then, meet the new storyteller:
he'll write down every detail;
pull those memoirs
out of the drawer:
sit down with him
and start telling it all!
Reveal every secret,
be open and be bold:
others can learn
from the tough days
you went through!

From beginning 
to end: get pain,
delusions, tears 
and anxieties
off your chest;
feel no shame, 
show courage!

Do

A Storyteller Has Many Words

What has not been said 
That has not been heard
Come along
We shall you a song
One of loving
Sought through longing
Take the journey
Through our unique discovery
The rock God filled with love
Through bond from above
Made our feet sturdy
Crushed with empathy
Giving thanks to the land
By the river we stand
Love explains
Why God remains
Never shall we move
Or ever lose
God is our

Often As a Storyteller

OFTEN AS A STORYTELLER

Quite often as this storyteller bloke,
I like to play on words,
Seeing if it makes me to be,
In a sense of being
A wordy kind of fella,
Or am I just a plain 
And ordinary wordsmith;
As the user and the chooser
Of what I put down
On the finest parchments found.
And then there is you see
As it

The World, the Storyteller

In-between the babel of a troubled soul
In abeyance, the thought of neglection arose
The blood boiled, the body cooked
The figure fell in flat command
The jurist justified themselves unjust

multitude babbled, the wise bundled
Oko-Oloko dun Pokete
Prita Iyalaaje, Aloo apaamo
The world, the storyteller

No baccalaureate for success
Potentials would have been seen
We fear no test or challenges
Drive not us like cabby
We

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