Poems About Narrative Seeking Honest Critique
#narrative
RED
Poem Published
6th Mar 2014 6:35pm
6th Mar 2014 6:35pm
Run with the unicorns
I was the warden of the last flock of unicorns
Watched them day and night
Found the greenest luscious places for them to feed
I sang and told fairytales - all their to fulfil their needs
Glittering manes glowing under the full moons supervision
Their nostrils peacefully taking the clear dark blue air in and out
Thinking about my past I forgot that this story is not meant for unicorn ears
And I sang about you
About our love which never had a chance.
About the pain which has became a constant companion.
About the longing that eats...
Watched them day and night
Found the greenest luscious places for them to feed
I sang and told fairytales - all their to fulfil their needs
Glittering manes glowing under the full moons supervision
Their nostrils peacefully taking the clear dark blue air in and out
Thinking about my past I forgot that this story is not meant for unicorn ears
And I sang about you
About our love which never had a chance.
About the pain which has became a constant companion.
About the longing that eats...
#narrative
#unicorns
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BloodyTears
Poem Published
4th Oct 2013 12:07pm
4th Oct 2013 12:07pm
Cursed
Was love enough to break this curse?
Only in the children’s version
So I’ll tell you what really occurred
They came to the castle prepared for a fight
They’d already hung a noose around his neck
A war they wanted and a war we’d give
It was hunker down time and hunker we did
We gathered our supplies to battle their pitch forks and knives
They didn’t see us coming
Expecting to win but how wrong they were
Love conquers all is what we’ve been told
True or untrue I guess we’ll see
Can our love so true conquer their crew?
Our fight has...
Only in the children’s version
So I’ll tell you what really occurred
They came to the castle prepared for a fight
They’d already hung a noose around his neck
A war they wanted and a war we’d give
It was hunker down time and hunker we did
We gathered our supplies to battle their pitch forks and knives
They didn’t see us coming
Expecting to win but how wrong they were
Love conquers all is what we’ve been told
True or untrue I guess we’ll see
Can our love so true conquer their crew?
Our fight has...
#narrative
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forgodsake
Poem Published
12th Sep 2013 9:08pm
12th Sep 2013 9:08pm
The Wall and the Mountain
I've lived and died on the surface
of the planet and now, drenched in
coagulating blood I walk with no belongings.
Keep the faith!
Amongst the teachers of mystic light, and white
glory found in the dark inner caves beyond diamond
and coal then bedrock and fire.
The road did melt with waving heat
and my shoeless feet trudge on because I'm lighter
than i used to be.
And all at once I saw a great wall.
The wall was great in size and terrible to behold,
And men of every tribe and nation, and kindred
and...
of the planet and now, drenched in
coagulating blood I walk with no belongings.
Keep the faith!
Amongst the teachers of mystic light, and white
glory found in the dark inner caves beyond diamond
and coal then bedrock and fire.
The road did melt with waving heat
and my shoeless feet trudge on because I'm lighter
than i used to be.
And all at once I saw a great wall.
The wall was great in size and terrible to behold,
And men of every tribe and nation, and kindred
and...
#mountains
#narrative
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HadesRising
Poem Published
3rd Sep 2013 8:02pm
3rd Sep 2013 8:02pm
DECET DIABOLUS PRINCEPS
NAM EA EST
SUPER
FAIRYTALE
She lays on a carpet of freshly fallen snow,
Pale skin matches the frostiness around her.
Raven hair splayed out on the ground,
For her the fairytale is now over.
Her existence in visions
Have left me blinded
By her gleam.
She once was sleeping
A beauty under the spell
Of living death.
But too soon it was over
For she could not last
The dreadful winters.
The saints have slain
Those in the rain,
Left behind.
The Princes have gone, ...
SUPER
FAIRYTALE
She lays on a carpet of freshly fallen snow,
Pale skin matches the frostiness around her.
Raven hair splayed out on the ground,
For her the fairytale is now over.
Her existence in visions
Have left me blinded
By her gleam.
She once was sleeping
A beauty under the spell
Of living death.
But too soon it was over
For she could not last
The dreadful winters.
The saints have slain
Those in the rain,
Left behind.
The Princes have gone, ...
#dark
#narrative
#gothic #evil
#gothic #evil
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SterlingBeauty
Poem Published
15th Aug 2013 00:06am
15th Aug 2013 00:06am
Witches Spell
Let it rain with lemon pepper
And clear it out with a heart of a heifer
At the sound of a bullets bang
And the cry of a stab from a wolf’s fang
With the burns of the scorching vinegar
As the ashes fall from the broken cigar
Pour down the waters from up above
As the sweet victory and mercy of love
Can hum a tune of his last days about
As soon as the light from the candle blows out
Watches as his enemy falls down
Knowing Macduff has won the crown
On the ground, Macbeth lays
Thinking about his savage days
For there’s no sympathy...
And clear it out with a heart of a heifer
At the sound of a bullets bang
And the cry of a stab from a wolf’s fang
With the burns of the scorching vinegar
As the ashes fall from the broken cigar
Pour down the waters from up above
As the sweet victory and mercy of love
Can hum a tune of his last days about
As soon as the light from the candle blows out
Watches as his enemy falls down
Knowing Macduff has won the crown
On the ground, Macbeth lays
Thinking about his savage days
For there’s no sympathy...
#narrative
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Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
4th Jul 2013 9:07am
4th Jul 2013 9:07am
Red Lion’s Ire
- Red Lion’s Ire -
When the rains came down over gray rocks,
And the knights in their armor bright arrayed…
Could not withstand, either steel or dragon fire:
And withered on their belts were maiden locks.
It was then that fear, upon bold hearts preyed,
For they dared to cross the Red Lion’s hot ire.
The Lion had lain with the Dragon, long before…
And when the knights of their rivals came to bear,
The ravens feasted well, upon bones of the slain!
But the Red Lion and the Dragon wanted more,
So countless kingdoms, their banners did share.
But...
When the rains came down over gray rocks,
And the knights in their armor bright arrayed…
Could not withstand, either steel or dragon fire:
And withered on their belts were maiden locks.
It was then that fear, upon bold hearts preyed,
For they dared to cross the Red Lion’s hot ire.
The Lion had lain with the Dragon, long before…
And when the knights of their rivals came to bear,
The ravens feasted well, upon bones of the slain!
But the Red Lion and the Dragon wanted more,
So countless kingdoms, their banners did share.
But...
#lion
#narrative
#dragons
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Deborahlee3313
Poem Published
23rd Jun 2013 5:59am
23rd Jun 2013 5:59am
Into the moonlight
Into the moonlight
with her unicorn
named Glow
the angel of nighttime
she grins
Midnight is
her favorite hour
it is when
all the fun
begins
Into the moonlight
fluffy wings
all aglow
she travels
this earth
every day
To spread joy
and happiness
every place
she will go
this and "on a gust of wind" were inspired
by the "supermoon" tonight...so beautifully bright
with her unicorn
named Glow
the angel of nighttime
she grins
Midnight is
her favorite hour
it is when
all the fun
begins
Into the moonlight
fluffy wings
all aglow
she travels
this earth
every day
To spread joy
and happiness
every place
she will go
this and "on a gust of wind" were inspired
by the "supermoon" tonight...so beautifully bright
#moon
#night
#narrative #unicorns
#narrative #unicorns
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Lee
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2013 9:12pm
22nd Apr 2013 9:12pm
Desert Girl
Desert wind
Picks up her hair,
Desert sand
Erodes her cares.
Desert sky
So open and clear,
Desert Mountains
Stand against her fears.
Desert heat
Caresses her skin,
Desert tales
Persuades a grin.
Desert way
Leaves all revealed,
Desert symphony
Leaves wounds healed.
Desert place
With dusting swirls,
Desert contentment
For the desert girl.
Picks up her hair,
Desert sand
Erodes her cares.
Desert sky
So open and clear,
Desert Mountains
Stand against her fears.
Desert heat
Caresses her skin,
Desert tales
Persuades a grin.
Desert way
Leaves all revealed,
Desert symphony
Leaves wounds healed.
Desert place
With dusting swirls,
Desert contentment
For the desert girl.
#narrative
#uplifting
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pong
Poem Published
11th Apr 2013 4:47am
11th Apr 2013 4:47am
All Hemingways Must Suffer
#narrative
#ShortStory
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DearPoetry
Poem Published
3rd Jul 2012 3:27am
3rd Jul 2012 3:27am
Tigeress
She is the kind of girl who smothers herself in Astronomy,
New Age philosophies and coffee shop poetry.
All fire and dragon scaled-
She hides her tiger stripes behind bruises and ink stains,
living her life by way of verse-
throwing Hemingway around like insults.
Writing her letters to the moon,
she hides her heart underneath her own floorboards,
folding blank paper birds just to set them free at 3AM.
But, it’s the lipstick stained collars,
the rose thorned fingers,
and the dead stars in her chest cavity
that tell her- even a tigress can...
New Age philosophies and coffee shop poetry.
All fire and dragon scaled-
She hides her tiger stripes behind bruises and ink stains,
living her life by way of verse-
throwing Hemingway around like insults.
Writing her letters to the moon,
she hides her heart underneath her own floorboards,
folding blank paper birds just to set them free at 3AM.
But, it’s the lipstick stained collars,
the rose thorned fingers,
and the dead stars in her chest cavity
that tell her- even a tigress can...
#narrative
#sadness
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Maisiecrazy
Poem Published
9th May 2012 8:12pm
9th May 2012 8:12pm
A Sky Without Clouds
All the clouds fled from the sky
So the people tried to get them back
Luring them with flowers the color of hard candy
Tempting them with songs that sounded sweet like children’s laughter
But the clouds kept drifting until
There was nothing but empty sky
And clear skies leave too much room for reflection
The people could not see the beauty in broken things
The sun was too honest, uninterrupted by clouds or filtered by fog
It burned their skin and made them feel
Transparent and overexposed like a film negative
And its hard to fall in love in a...
So the people tried to get them back
Luring them with flowers the color of hard candy
Tempting them with songs that sounded sweet like children’s laughter
But the clouds kept drifting until
There was nothing but empty sky
And clear skies leave too much room for reflection
The people could not see the beauty in broken things
The sun was too honest, uninterrupted by clouds or filtered by fog
It burned their skin and made them feel
Transparent and overexposed like a film negative
And its hard to fall in love in a...
#earth
#sky
#clouds
#narrative
#humankind
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SilverMoon
Miranda
Miranda
Poem Published
9th Dec 2011 00:23am
9th Dec 2011 00:23am
Fortune's Forest
She sails on cotton dreams
while watching bloody, chafed bodies flow downstream
She haunts the night,
she adores feigns of fright
she only complains about death's aftertast, tart
Devil renders her virgin heart
but it bled his eyes dry
He's in love
with the ghost of grandeur.
She's incognizant of her pretty plague
that which inprisons these demons in her tampered cage
keeping the redolent malignance at bay
She uses her love to say whatever she cares to say
That night of remembrance for the foresters
burns in their...
while watching bloody, chafed bodies flow downstream
She haunts the night,
she adores feigns of fright
she only complains about death's aftertast, tart
Devil renders her virgin heart
but it bled his eyes dry
He's in love
with the ghost of grandeur.
She's incognizant of her pretty plague
that which inprisons these demons in her tampered cage
keeping the redolent malignance at bay
She uses her love to say whatever she cares to say
That night of remembrance for the foresters
burns in their...
#dark
#narrative
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