#narrative poems on Hello Poetry

Jon Feb 2

The Hero

"Avast," he spoke,
and fell to the ground.
Bullet through his back neck,
collapsed without a sound.

The song of the hero,
such a lovely thing.
So perfect and pristine—
ultimately nothing.

#narrative #heroic #irony

Musa Jan 10

His Heart, Her Lies

He gave her his heart, thinking it was safe,
believing her smiles were real, her love true.
But her words were a mask,
shadows of what she never meant to be.

He held on, even when the cracks showed,
begging her to stay, though she never stayed.
Each time she left, he believed it was his fault,
but it was only the echo of her lies.

She said he changed, became something dark,
but it was her truth that poisoned him, not his love.
In the end, he stopped pleading,
but the love he held for her never faded,
a flame that burned despite the lies.

He walked away, silence his final act,
But her memory stayed with him, a weight he couldn’t lift
He learned that love doesn’t always heal,
sometimes it just leaves you empty,
holding on to the ghost of what never was.
for in her lies, he lost more than just her—he lost the will to love

He thought love was a lie, yet still felt it inside,
He believes love is real, but not the way he once imagined it,
for it’s not beautiful—it’s pain disguised as passion.

#poem #love #narrative #narration #story

glass Nov 2024

the shed

just about eye height

the second board from the left of the splintered shelf in the shed
and its just about why i

stand beside the wasps nest in calm sweat like palms melt somewhere in my pockets
but its more about the time by

which i find a trowel on the wall beside the power that ive always needed to decide to recall
because its really when my mind dies

that i find that such denial can be freeing although always seeming fleeting
and thats the moment with my eyes wide

stuck inside the shed

101524

#rhyming #rhythmic #spokenword #story #narrative

Manuel Hutchinson Oct 2024

POET WITH A SPEECH IMPEDIMENT

I’m just a ,
Poet with a speech impediment.
My pain is deep,
So misunderstood,
Evicted out to the streets,
So lost in the wind, my speech is my trigger, trying to find a way to learn, within gods blessings, another hard headed lesson, every
day
spiritual warfare, gotta ask god to protect us ..
im just a poet with a speech impediment ..

Day 1 of reflections through pain poetry. Feels great to write again. Feedback is always welcome 🙏🏾

#poetry #pain #storytelling #narrative #love #deep

Karma Oct 2024

The Girl Who Shouldn't

No taller than a child,
And built like a scrap of cloth,
But stranger still,
Were her dead eyes and face.
It was like her soul had departed.

She shouldn’t have had such eyes.
She shouldn’t have lost what she had.
She shouldn’t, but I still asked,
Though I shouldn’t have.

“Do you want to die?”

A time passed.
I doubted she heard my words.
She shouldn’t have wanted to.
And she didn’t.
That’s good, I suppose…

#narrative #girl #hope

Karma Sep 2024

Ode to Flight

The Dove, it flew,
Passed those it knew
Whom lived to hunt its hide.
Creatures give chase,
Each with great haste,
The Dove, it lost its stride.
It meets its end.
It missed the bend.
They hear the fledglings cry.
They need not chase,
They meet the base,
And the Dove loses its pride.

With the Dove dead,
Its fledglings fed,
To creatures of the night,
Covered in red
They rest their heads
Completely in delight.
Its spirit fled
By death it’s led
A story not so bright.
Its legacy said,
And sin it’s shed,
The Dove had lost the fight.

#narrative #mirror #family

Karma Sep 2024

Ode of Unkindness

The Raven flies,
But just to die,
For the children that it bears,
Bit of the hand that fed them
In a land bereft claimed fair.
A world where god bids all to live
When they say “If we dare”.
A place where all that was is not,
Yet The Raven does not care.

The Raven, dead,
Its children fed,
Its life, long forgotten.
Covered in red,
They laid their heads,
Leftovers, ever rotten.
With its soul fled,
The life it lead,
Its memory now shotten,
The land it left ignored its death,
And upon it grew soft cotton.

#narrative #raven #cannibalism #rotting #barren

Traveler Aug 2024

Dear Narrator’s

I must admit, I do suspect,
the narrator has nothing left.
No winning blow to slay the beast, no end of madness to say the least.

No more words
that please and set the tone
of narratives we’ve set in stone.
I’ll no longer follow nor will I lead some counter narrative to true history.

Traveler 🧳 Tim

#narrator #narration #narrative #lies #true #traveler

Jeremy Betts May 2023

~•§•~ Repetitive ~•§•~

It's far easier to hate than forgive, can't give myself a break when the case study's retrospective
I hate that it's easier to die than to live, pull up just shy and see it all fall in and out of perspective
To be here, right here, year after year is the objective but the inner chatter from my dark passenger is persuasive
Life escapes through each back stab wound like a fleshy sieve, how much can one individual give
Just meaningless crumbs aren't attractive, I'm a no good, very bad human representative
So primitive, the smooth brain collective not selective enough to be proactive instead of reactive
The crazies run the nut house and the clubs exclusive, drunk off two fifths, the front doors elusive
I'm no detective, I just hope my karma is something I can outlive

Dark thoughts are combative, my own mind is abusive, held captive with no clear motive
The rush from anger becomes addictive even when self destructive
The me I want to be has lost all adhesive and every step towards a concept that moves forward feels counterproductive
From my perspective I should embrace the paradox, go back in time and hand my mom a contraceptive
I'd rather not exist than to be a relative to this bloodline that feels radioactive
But what's the alternative, trading one mess for another is gonna get repetitive
And every time, the byproduct gets more carossive, the rust forms a husk that falls away exposing the explosive
One that goes off erratically 'cause real change isn't a newspaper, or soothsayer, real help is expensive

Hand me that sedative, this repetitive narrative is too intensive, Lucifer's obsessive and I, compulsive
Destructive to a fault and so one sided I'm not even competitive
A cognitive function nowhere near adaptive, straight to punishment, bypassing corrective
Leaving me to always be on the defensive but that alone will fail to be effective
At least for the collection of the negative that is a bigger percentage of the me that's reflective
One of a fugitive on the run from my formative years, all the hardwired fears still active
Each with a different authoritative directive and all for the worse, who the hell's even driving this locomotive?
My words sound figurative, at least enough to label it an overactive imagination, so creative
But it's imperative that this is looked at as informative, a documentary type narrative

CAUSE I SWEAR IT IS

©2023

#poem #spoken #word #lyrics #poetry #life #hardship #combative #perspective #narrative

Larry dillon Jul 2023

Somnia.

We make it through the night
alright.

I'm never ready to answer
when tommorow calls.

I loved that single braid in your hair.
The way you fought against the morning.
How, you ensnared my senses.
Your carefree smile
that betrayed your defenses:
I loved.

Summer is setting in.

The time we belong to
is seeing further restrictions.
So it doesn't feel selfish suggesting
" maybe we can stay like this...a little longer?"

The blinds are closed.
Still the light out builds stronger.

And I'm a mind away from eyes wide open.

I'm unfulfilled.

The next few moments will be killing me.
They say dreams only last
when your mind isn't made-up
(honey you should stay,
if you are feeling this unsure...)

but the time has come.

This illusion: it is losing its allure.

The time has come to wake up.

-

The story of a man weighing his want to remain with the woman of(in) his dreams against his need to wake up soon.

#infatuation #loss #dreams #sleep #desire #whimsical #love #narrative #story #morning