histórias de Narrativepoem

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.

𝟓×𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 An assortment of poems. From personal experiences and miscellaneous musings to feelings that have long lingered in me, this book contains poems inspired by whatever comes to my mind. ❝ 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴? 𝘓𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 - 𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦. ❞ 𝑭𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑬𝑫 𝑩𝒀 @𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲 ("Narrative Poetry" & "Free Verse") - 14/4/2025 & 31/7/2024 @𝐀𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐬 ("Shorts & Poems") - 14/4/2025 @𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 ("Poetic Marvels") - 1/4/2022 @𝐂𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 ("Cappuccino") - 6/4/2022 𝑨𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑫𝑺 𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 - The Blossom Awards, 2023 𝟐𝐧𝐝 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 - The Borderverse Awards, 2022 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 - #𝟏𝟗 𝐢𝐧 #𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲

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She made something delicate. Something rare. Something made of love. But the wrong person didn't see beauty-only weakness. The Porcelain Doll is a haunting poetic story about rebuilding after cruelty, recognizing manipulation disguised as charm, and finally protecting the most fragile part of you: your heart.

A narrative poem. I do not own the cover.

A storm helps a green leaf understand bullying.

Prose poetry / narrative poetry. Romance. Love. Suspense. Short story.

I ❤️ Poetry!!!

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.

An innocent girl falls in love with a sociopath. What does await her fateful encounter?

An attempt at creating a poem

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

**"Whispers and Waves"** is a compelling collection of poetry that navigates the profound journey of emptiness and self-discovery. Each poem is a reflection of moments spent staring at a blank page, mirroring the search for purpose and meaning in a world that often feels devoid of clarity. The verses explore themes of existential doubt, creative frustration, and the struggle to find one's voice amidst silence. With a blend of introspective insight and lyrical beauty, "Whispers and Waves" captures the raw essence of longing, vulnerability, and the quest for expression in the face of life's uncertainties. This book invites readers to embrace the blank spaces and find beauty in the act of creation and self-revelation.

Narrative poem that inspired from movies

A narrative/story poem of Reila's unrequited love

A narrative poem written in free verse about a man who finds what he's been looking for in an island made of pancakes. Is the symbolism a bit silly and cheesy? Perhaps, but the best lessons in life are.

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

FULL TITLE: Tragicomedy of the Bard, the Siblings, the Chef and the Church. An extract from a dialog I had... in a poetic form! When Venti spins a tale, expect mischief, mayhem, and more than a few corpses. Follow a bard, two brothers, a chef, and some unlucky souls through a chain of ridiculous tragedies - told in verse, with a twist of Genshin flair. By: Chesscak

A collection of poems telling a story, starting from sunrise to sunset. Inspired by Vanessa Carlton's Be Not Nobody.

Funny moments from life.