Narrativepoem Stories

[ɴᴀʀʀᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴘᴏᴇᴛʀʏ - ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ] 𝑨 𝑽𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏. 𝑨 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒐. 𝑨 𝑮𝒊𝒓𝒍. Sometimes good and evil aren't as black and white as they seem. 3-part narrative poetry experiment for 3rd Memory on FictionPress. (Wattpad version differs slightly to FP version.) --------------------------- All content © 2017 Jax L. P. (@JaxCreation) on WattPad. Please do not reproduce or distribute without permission. Cover designed by @itsanourthing. Featured on @Paranormal's 'Haunted Verses' reading list - 20 Oct, 2021

A speaker wrestles with longing, grief, and thwarted devotion. Night, rain, and burning waves mirror an ageless heart consumed by passion and sorrow. Questions of worth and purpose arise-a humble steed seeking redemption, a maestro fearing the loss of his song and belonging, a woman bound by a path shaped by stolen prayer. An unsung hero, wordless with rage, is lost between life and death, propelled only by the hard "steel" counsel of his father-now entombed-that both burdens and guides him. Overall, it's a meditation on love, loss, and the struggle to find meaning under the weight of fate and memory.

She lost three weeks. Somehow, she gained seven years. A husband. Three children. A lifetime of memories. Now she's awake-and grieving people who never existed. How do you say goodbye to a life that was never yours?

|| It was just another night but the only difference was 'HIS' presence He wonders if you're asleep, if he finally has his opportunity to victory But u managed to show him otherwise | ×~× Just a short narrative poem on 'HE who wants you asleep' ×~× Could u guess who 'HE' is? The story cover is a dead giveaway though --further please disregard any grammatical errors-- But do let me know some ways to improve and your suggestions about it :) [The pictures used in the story do not belong to me]

Its appearance was the first thing that caught my eye as I step outside to breathe Flying and jostling its body in what would appear to be random aerodynamic patterns White With symmetrical wings I chased after it at first, but I slowed my pursuit until I became and observer of it At first I thought it was afraid of me, then it started to play with me Encircling my body at my feet and my head Sometimes it would fly off a couple of feet and then come back, perhaps searching for flowers to pollinate It would stop at this piece of red and brown plastic wrapper in the grass-with its wings still flapping faster than my could count the repetitions I felt like a child, reaching my hand out in different places to see if this beautiful creature would grace me with its presence They are often seen as signs of transformation Deadened trees are coming back to life, their once barren and lifeless limbs are now beginning to sprout their respected fruits All is a cycle of constant change; of renewal and rebirth A multitude of clouds appear in the young spring day, youthful and with sufficient enough noise that instills that childlike wonder we all have had In the backdrop, common house finches call and sing and dance at the day Theirs is currently the only one I can recognize...maybe there are sparrows chirping a out as well Orange peels pepper the ground, succulent fruits that have provided me a necessary burst of energy; the sun hides its face in the clouds no longer

A narrative poem. I do not own the cover.

An attempt at creating a poem

"A bouquet of white lilies for you"

An anthology of poetry and prose surrounding mental health, and psychological trauma, where I've used my words to draw out the river of emotions I wish I could've understood back then. Each chapter will have a content warning. A journey of emotional openness. ~~~ Excerpt: When Kingdoms Fall The Ruin Remains, I'd search through every charred piece To find the remnants of you.

Take a ride to the dark side of the human heart. Is it love, lust, or leverage? What happens when a muse seduces their poet? This narrated epic (poem) fiction contains a collection of narrative persona poems, detailing each step of the narrator's descent from art into chaos. There are three parts: Impersonation, Persona, and Personnel. Three poems will be posted every three days, until completion. The foreword explains how this poetry book is meta-fiction, a satire about poets using muses. *This story is complete. Please read the narrative poems in chronological order.*

Hercules must perform twelve labors to appease the Greek gods. Written in a fun sing songy style this poem tells the story of the Greek Demi-god Hercules, who is convicted of murder by the gods of Olympus. His patron goddess Hera convinces the other gods to spare him, but only on the condition that he performs twelve superhuman labors. These labors range from acts such as the slaying the Nemean Lion to woeing the mad queen Omphale. Will he survive till the final labor, and discover who really slew his family? Excerpt: And Zeuses heart did bid revolt But still he readied thunderbolt To hurl across the sky at babe In crib where welplings form was laid. Featured on Wattpad Adventure!!! Featured on Wattpad Retold!!! Featured on Wattpad Myth and Legend!!! Featured on Wattpad Fantasy!!!! Featured on Wattpad Action!!!! Highest Rank 4 in poetry on September 17th 2021

Every creature wants freedom. Things that are needed by all are really hard to attain. Freedom is one of those. The weak, poor, handicapped, rich, meek and less privileged seeks it. As humans everybody wants a grasp of freedom. Sometimes we think we have it in our grasp, but later we realize how we lost it. That is an illusion. The reality is we never really had it in the first place.

"O' Almighty let the world be at joint again. Hear 'tis fallacy of the minds. I don't know if it's my demise or the nature of minds." The man is having questions on his unwanted anger towards everything. Let's see how the God of Rationality can let him see past his haze.

A troubled Pilgrim sets upon a road in search by sun and storm of paradise; a vain Pariah's banish'd from his home to render justice by the moonlit night: two individuals who share a flesh, each unalike in methods and beliefs, yet fated consequence of th'other's steps, compounding sin to guilt and shame to grief. Contains themes of addiction, violence, suicide and sexual reference. #1 in "poetry" Dec 2020 - Jan 2021 Mobile users are encouraged to read in landscape.

A poem based off of Edgar Allan Poe's "The Raven."

Just a bunch of things I have written myself in creative writing.

Funny moments from life.

Rachelle is kind and nice to everybody which results into a selfless 'her'. She, then, was put into a situation in which she have to choose between the two: 1) be selfish, stop what she is starting to feeling and hurt the guy; 2) continue her relationship with the guy and let the people judge them whatever they want. Which will she choose? Be a selfish, for the first time, or be a bad girl to everybody?

One of nature's most powerful performances....

A "Narrative Poem"-- A bus of tourists find something wrong going on when they are led into a ghost town miles from help. Their uncanny tour guide disappeared, and the bus has stopped functioning. People are dropping one by one under a sun that never sets. A priest among them warns of a fate that might befall them if they do not leave: Of a large sleeping demon underneath the town that might awaken. But it might not be the death of some as uneasiness rises among them.