Storyteller Poems - Poems about 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 ...

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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...

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Words Seem to arise Declaring independence Naming everything Which cannot be named.. An amazing story Storyteller unknown... ...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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......

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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....

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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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All my life I have been a big dreamer and a big storyteller, my mom used to say, I had imagination, just like my sweet grandma, gosh, she was a great story weaver . . . at first the tales formed in my mind were just things unwritten, and I liked to watch grandma's face and...

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