#Narrative Poetry

[most-ment]

Vigilante

At first, I thought I was doing the right thing.

The police were inadequate and the government wasn't listening.

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At the time, I assumed that I was making things better.

Justice! I thought I was the dispenser.

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I thought wrong.

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Taking the laws in my hands,

Only coated them in red.

Justice was something I didn't understand,

Despite all the virtuous things I said.

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I truly thought I was doing the right thing,

But for any one battle I lost, more innocent people were dying.

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At some point, I wanted it to end,

But I could do nothing to erase the bounty on my head.

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Hated by the criminals,

Scorned by the popo.

My problems became anything but trivial

And I tried to hear them solo.

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I couldn't though,

Instead I put in danger anyone I brought close.

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Lost I was.

It was the right thing at first.

It was the right thing I thought.

So much fighting for what?

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Lost in distrust.

I was losing too much.

I was losing my touch.

It was grueling to watch.

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How much more to experience?

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Doing the right thing the wrong way.

I thought a saviour was something I could be.

In trying to shield you from the sun, I only brought harsher rays.

I'm not an hero but a vigilante.

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Hello loves, hope you like the poem. This iss pretty much inspired by whatever vigilante movie or books I've read. Mostly DC

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My vigilante tag list: @jayrealgf @think-through-pen @unforgettable-sensations @mk-ranz @timeflieslikeabanana @jordynhaiku

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[revenantpoet]

Hallowboned: Chapter Four

An Angel AU narrative poetry fic

Rating: Teen Pairing: Vashwood Summary:

It’s not every day That you watch a fucking angel Fall out of the fucking sky

Nicholas D. Wolfwood Wouldn’t exactly call himself a superstitious man (Despite being raised Catholic A dubious choice for any parent to make Or, in his case Orphanage to make) But watching a human-shaped body Tumble down out of the heavens And leave a small crater in the street below Well, it does something to you

And all he had wanted was a late-night smoke

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“Finally awake, Huh, angel?” A wry twist forms on Wolfwood’s mouth And he crosses his arms Having no idea what to do with them otherwise

There’s no way to explain this Because Wolfwood sure as hell doesn’t have an explanation He doesn’t even understand how this happened Or why he’s continuing to let it happen

“Angel?” Meryl’s voice is shrill Her eyes wide as she turns back to look at him

“Well, yeah, I mean Look at him…” And Wolfwood takes the time to actually look at the creature himself And see him

The blanket that the angel carries It touches his shoulders and hangs down his back It does not drape over his wings In fact, his wings are… Different Semi-translucent Gleaming and glittering in the sunlight Like carefully carved glass Even more see-through than whatever’s going on with his arm Which is hard to see, still Tucked under the blanket

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[villemel]

Time travel

So little room has been left Into which we can manoeuvre Relative to this narrative Quantum shifting enabled Shyly taking a large order Knowing the power within Credibility might have suffered Many meaningless affirmations Not selected for invalidation Dissolve into insignificance Long-held oft-repeated position Caught in a web of lies How robust are these ideas Will they resist this test Surviving the fall from collapse

Now we turn to play the host Catalysing a chain reaction Travelling like lightening

Air evaporates mid motion Memories dragged from the past Robbing them of context

Times no longer inhabitable Further receded than it seems Yet now we reopen dilemmas.

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Exploring the complexities of time, memory, and reality, by delving into the enigmas of existence, questioning the robustness of ideas and beliefs . . . as we navigate quantum shifts and ethical dilemmas . . . what happens when reopening past wounds when time no longer holds its traditional meaning?

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[sea-dwelling-wizard]

i've been writing some poetry lately!

i wrote this for one my characters, the Moon Goddess, who appears in my wip. i wasn't planning on making words rhyme a lot, though. it's more of a narrative free-verse.

i'm still a beginner at poetry, but i hope this is good, haha-

Hymn of the Moon

Moon Goddess, O Moon Goddess,

Why do I hear you crying?

Your moonlit eyes, your eternal aura,

Your ghost-white dress, the sound of your voice's colour;

I see them fade away into the canvas of the night.

Moon Goddess, O Moon Goddess,

I am travelling to you.

This hand of mine, holding a self-made oar,

This body of mine, holding a broken soul,

This mind of mine, holding a hope not lost,

Traverses through the waves towards you.

Moon Goddess, O Moon Goddess,

I see you weeping again.

The stars cry as well, tears only what they gain.

You look towards me,

And I whisper,

My voice too small,

My boat too broken,

My hands too shaky,

My heart too weak,

"Moon Goddess, O Moon Goddess,

Do not cry.

The people of my land try

Day and night, to appease you.

The heavens smile upon your beauty.

I see the Moon every dark evening

And pray to the Divines that I see your smile."

"Moon Goddess, O Moon Goddess,

What pains you so?

What makes your heart ache?

What holds you frozen,

And makes others encased in ice?"

"The world above is dying,"

Her Moonlit Grace replied,

"The galaxies melt,

The black holes burn,

And the void drowns."

Silence dawned the scene.

I look up at the sky,

And see peace.

"They're at rest now."

She says again,

"There's nothing left."

And she left me and my boat

with the sea.

#poetry #free verse poetry #narrative poetry #beginner poetry #writeblr #my poetry #my writing #beneath the waves within this soul #<- prev: my wip tag; used for characters/art/writing/etc. related to my current project.

[somanywhatifs]

To Protect

The castle walls stood wide and tall “To protect”, they said, “should villains call” The princess in its highest keep “To protect”, they said, “our moats run deep”

The princess grew up all alone Her father fighting for his throne Her mother long gone, lost at sea The guards her only company

She longed to see the town below Where she was not allowed to go Her only window placed so high That all that she could see was sky

The castle guards stood at her door “To protect”, they said, “an oath we swore” Its lock was made from sturdy steel “To protect”, they said, “from those who’d steal”

The friendly guards would tell her tales Of fights where righteous knights prevailed But most just glared and held their tongue The nice ones never lasted long

In search of ways to pass the time She’d stack some furniture and climb She’d reach her window, up the wall To watch the town, she’d risk a fall

The castle’s moats stretched wide and long “To protect”, they said, “from forces strong” The water filled with dang’rous beasts “To protect”, they said, “from being seized”

She had a tutor, old and frail Whose lessons she would oft derail Whenever they’d have class outside She’d drift towards the waterside

He’d call her back, voice laced with fear His words undoubtedly sincere The water’s whispers just too sweet Its vows of friendship hard to beat

The castle’s dungeons large and cold “To protect”, they said, “each foe we’ll hold” Its bars and chains a frightful sight “To protect”, they said, “from witch and wight”

Her nights would oft be plagued by dreams Of clanging chains and tortured screams With each new fright the need would grow To know just what went on below

She’d asked the guards but they’d stayed mum Her tutor lied, tried to play dumb For while she’d seen him climb those stairs He claimed he’d not set foot down there

The castle guards were fully armed “To protect”, they said, “from being harmed” Their weapons sharp, their shields unmarred “To protect”, they said, “our gates are barred”

She’d watch the guards as they would march Around the grounds, prepared to charge At enemies she could not see Who surely would be forced to flee

Their knights forever off to war On orders from their king afar His daughter wondered where they’d gone What battles they had lost or won

The castle’s drawbridge drawn up high “To protect”, they said, “to swim’s to die” For five young men, the bridge came down “To protect”, they said, “our throne and crown”

The princess sensed the tension, when Intentions never mentioned meant Each man would visit with the king In formal wear, and bearing rings

A seamstress made her three new gowns Embroidered each with golden crowns Her tutor came to say goodbye She cried for what that signified

The castle granted with her hand “To protect”, they said, “our wealth and land” Their vows exchanged, their match a fact “To protect”, they said, “we need this pact”

The princess knew she should have fled Each day spent wed brought more regrets His eyes betrayed unspoken needs Revealed a heart that beat with greed

The only upside to this turn The smidge of freedom she had earned A bigger room, no guards outside She went for walks - at least, she tried

The water stirred when she was near “To protect”, it whispered in her ear Its shadows rose up from the deep “To serve”, they whispered, “souls we’d reap”

Intrigued, she ventured closer still Convinced they bore her no ill will She stared until, to her surprise, The depths gazed back with yellow eyes

She noticed something probe her mind Its presence strange, yet not unkind She thought of questions, things unsaid Of all the times she’d been mislead

The shadows told her all they’d learned “To protect”, they said, “this throne unearned” “He lied to hide affairs depraved” “To serve”, they growled, “we’ve been enslaved”

A plan began to crystallise But she’d need space from prying eyes The shadows vowed to help her out To buy her time to plot and scout

Her husband grabbed her by the arm “Your wandering will cause us harm!” His voice was curt but she inferred He had not overheard a word

The shadows roared, the water soared “To protect”, they pledged, while she explored When she was done, the water waned “To serve… deranged”, the guards complained

Her husband first, an easy mark His arms her prison, after dark She poured him drinks to take control Cajoled until he’d take a stroll

She lured him to the waterside Intoxicated, he complied He hit the water with a splash His thrashing over in a flash

The shadows cheered through swirls of red “To protect”, they said, “we’d kill each threat” Their savage ways left her unfazed To live, she had no time to waste

Her father was a cautious man Requiring a different plan Obsessed with foes who never showed She’d bring the danger he was owed

To draw the king out to the grounds The water pushed beyond its bounds It rose up to the castle’s walls About to spill into its halls

The shadows surfaced with the surge “To protect”, they’d vowed, “we will emerge” She’d never seen the guards this scared “To serve!” They scattered, unprepared

She saw familiar yellow eyes In bodies twice a human’s size Inside and safe, the king yelled “Slay!” At guards soaked through, in disarray

They disobeyed, recoiled, and howled Took cover as the creatures growled “Protect!” They yelled, and meant themselves Her plan on track as bells chimed twelve

The dungeon’s entrance void of light To protect, she wondered, or to hide? No guards around, she walked right in To live, she found the strength within

On slickened stairs, besieged by air So stale it filled her with despair Her right hand tightened round a key She flexed the left one nervously

While passing rows of empty cells The unease deep inside her swelled What happened to their enemies? To all those creatures that they’d seized?

The dungeon’s silence seized her heart “To protect”, she whispered, breathing hard Just then she thought she heard a noise “To live…” A hiss, a broken voice

Ahead, a tiny ray of light Revealed which cell was occupied She swallowed hard, but kept her pace Afraid to think of what she’d face

Her footsteps slowed, her heart it raced Behind those iron bars, disgraced A dame who once knew great acclaim Sat underneath a dwindling flame

The dungeon seemed to shrink in size ‘To protect’, they’d said and meant their lies The woman drew a rasping breath To live at all she taunted death

The key she held with trembling hands (A prize she’d swiped when waves hit land) Was tough to turn with fingers slick But in the end she heard a click

She stopped herself from rushing in Was this the place she’d always been? She gazed into her mother’s eyes And wondered what she’d sacrificed

The dungeon held no captured knights To “protect” they’d lied, had flaunted rights The rightful queen they’d had detained To protect their reign, they’d kept her chained

The princess probed the chains turned brown And slammed the hefty key straight down On links grown weak from built-up rust Until the metal turned to dust

Beside the broken bonds she kneeled She felt so overwhelmed she reeled Her mother’s hands then found her own Repaired the bond they’d hardly known

The dungeon’s entrance far away ‘To protect…’ those words she’d heard each day Now stirred up rage, a war she’d wage To save her mother from this cage

Her mother’s eyes, so like her own Had dulled from all those years alone Yet at her touch they seemed revived The fighter in her still alive

But muscles atrophied, grown weak Could not support her frail physique The princess gathered all her strength And carried her the dungeon’s length

The castle grounds a battlefield “To protect”, they’d said, yet had to yield Defeated guards bowed heads and bled “To protect”, they’d said, yet most had fled

And in the centre of that scene The king was held up in between Three creatures, green, with scaly limbs Their grins foretold a fate quite grim

Her nearest allies rushed to aid And caught her mother as she swayed “Our queen!”, they murmured, reverent Their care for her was evident

The waters still, the king dethroned “To protect…”, her father gasped and groaned The princess met his pleading eyes “To live”, he moaned, “I’d pay each price!”

“You would?”, she mused, as she drew near “We do have cells to spare, I hear…” His face betrayed a trace of hope With ease he’d cope with threats this scope

The princess smiled, her mind unchanged “I guess some chains could be arranged…” “Yet why waste space, and guards, and bread On one not missed if he were dead?”

The water rose when called upon “To protect”, they pledged, “it shall be done!” The king let out a plaintive wail “To live-” he begged, to no avail

One final scream, one giant splash “At last it’s time to start afresh” Relieved, she watched the water spin As many allies dove back in

“Much cleaner than a guillotine…” Surprised, she turned to face the queen Her mother’s voice was soft, but fierce They shared a smile, their first in years

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The castle walls stand wide and tall To protect and serve, and welcome all The princess spends her days outside To live the life she’d been denied

With time to heal, their captors slain Together queen and princess reign With no new threats, nor foes to beat A few new guards are all they need

Their wealth they share, their country thrives All people free to live their lives The water’s calm, the realm shines bright While yellow eyes keep watch at night

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[hauntedgardenking]

Penelope spirited through old furniture fires on 10th street eulogies; the last chords of summer mixtapes unfurled and degraded to the point of abstraction.

Gabriel thought it was somewhere around one in the morning the 4-track rattled his sinuses and he was caught gasoline-breath for his neighbors pounding on the wall.

I’d like to leave these two here, all junkie heavens with tattered notebooks, guitars strewn about a racket for recording halls teeth numb and rambling.

This, a narrative of early twenties gathered in substance effigies, a handful of unfinished songs and albums, directionless. Someone pick up the check.

I guess what I mean to say is: we pulled the light bulbs for pockets and mouthful, a grin so wide we were lockjaw. I’m done romanticizing our vagrancy.

I’ll be honest, I miss them, but their penniless crescendos for rafters isn’t cognizance. It’s hands are spectral metaphysics wrapped tightly ‘round ventricles.

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[corps3bride]

i wish i had more time to think before i did things. idk wtf is wrong with me tbh, i think it’s a mix of being hangry and having part of my cerebral cortex impaired from injuring myself in a fit of rage.

all i want is to get better at taking care of myself so i can treat other people better instead of convincing myself i need to isolate and directing the anger anywhere i can except creatively.

there are many things i wish i put more time into instead of melting away or fading into my own bed after a day of being a sheep.

i hope one day i won’t have to try so hard to accept my place in the world and i can just feel good about being here as is. i know it’s not so bad, i have felt love before, but i need to get used to giving it to myself.

#writing #poetry #narrative poetry #journal #mental health #mentality #english

[momoguido]

Ring Terzanelle Form

This is a poetic form that I use a lot, that I haven't seen anyone else use. It's a variant on the Terzanelle form.

Like an ordinary terzanelle, the core of the poem is a series of tercets where the middle line of each tercet is repeated as the last line of the next one.

A Ring Terzanelle differs from an ordinary one in two ways:

First, the number of tercets is not fixed. There has to be at least three for practical reasons, but use as many as you'd like. I often write poems of 20 or more tercets.

Second, the final tercet is the same as the first one. This is what gives it the "ring" in the name, because it ends where it begins.

I find these are very well suited to narrative poems. In order to move the story forwards while constantly repeating lines, it helps to re-contextualize lines and employ double meanings, which can be very fun. When you get to the final tercet, the arc of the narrative itself re-contextualizes those three lines.

I think the best one I ever wrote was Beatrice's Rose, which employs some recontextualization to move the story forward. At the end of the poem, the final three lines use the same words to describe a very different scene from what was described at the beginning, which is made more explicit in the music video

But one of my earliest uses of the form was while I was badly depressed. Beloved I Would Write makes very heavy use of double meanings and recontextualization, but at the end the final tercet emphasizes how little has changed, and the circular motion of the speaker's thoughts.

You don't have to be exact, if you don't want to. The form is actually quite flexible despite the very demanding rule. The first ring terzanelle I ever wrote, Shown By Mirabella, often does not repeat lines exactly, but changes them to suit the flow of the story.

I hope this will inspire people to either write their own ring terzanelles, or scold me for trying to act like I invented a form that already exists. Either way, I get to read new poems in my favorite form.

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[thewaspandthefig]

Illustration to Christina Rossetti’s Goblin Market by Winifred Knights, 1916

#christina rossetti #goblin market #illustration #narrative poetry #Winifred knights

[most-ment]

Gift 🎁

The past laughs at me,

It's an unsettling sound.

It clasps it's hands happily,

With a starting giggle, then a shout.

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I can do nothing but listen;

To the sound; the melody

Wondering why it keeps insisting

On finding amusing; my memories.

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The future spares me nothing,

Not a single glance in my direction.

It form's large and daunting,

I've tried pointlessly to get its attention

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It doesn't seem to care for me,

Not for a simple conversation, not for a chance.

It ignores my attempts at flattery,

Giving nothing away with it's stance.

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The present seems to be my only companionx

My only friend among the lot.

It follows me everywhere, listening as I ramble on,

In it I relay all my thoughts.

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It seems to be the only one who listens to me,

Who cares for my emotions; my thoughts.

It's presence is a gift I guard earnestly.

It's thee only friend I've got

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Hello loves, hope you like the poem.

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[sangennaro]

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[starmothpress]

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[thymissingfather]

Lake Monster

Staring into a lake is horrifying, because what's looking back at me is a monster A layer of skin so thin and rough, with knife-like branches barely being held in by the blanket of flesh

Looking down, its torso is narrow With inner branches longing to see the sun You can clearly see the pillars holding it up from within, As the thing stares into your soul with its lifeless eyes

The monster does not move It simply stares back Not even raising the smallest finger How can a monster so horrifying look so afraid?

It slowly gets out of the lake, And its bloodied body gets highlighted under the sun Its tears mix with its blood, as it stands in the place I once was, Looking back at the lake it called home

It doesn't understand that the monster in front of it is itself, And rips its own skin out from the abdomen down No matter how much damage was done, the monster wouldn't stop, It couldn't stop until the nightmare in the lake dies

It doesn't realize that it is itself, Or maybe it does? The monster retreats back to the murky depths of the lake Never to be seen again

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[corps3bride]

“it’s this cycle”

i am in a cycle.

a blessing and a curse that my childhood naivety still remains inside.

for my favorite times used to be the hour spent in darkness before i fell asleep. imagining, dreaming, i was flying. i was fighting. i was loving.

now here i am still, my favorite time being the hour before i fall asleep. sometimes, i am with you, loving, laughing, even crying.

other times i am alone, wishing, drinking, expecting. these wishes that don’t come true because i never speak of them. who am i to expect? i am here to love you for what you are, what already exists.

that childhood naivety turns me crazy. it’s not wrong to wish, but how i transform the unknown into such anger infuriates even me.

i love how you teach me to enjoy the present, the small things. i love how you accept all the parts of me, even the parts i hate myself for showing.

i’m so quick to blame and rationality is so far out of reach in this state. i love to reflect, to view myself through another’s lens until the words you are speaking start to make sense.

and i’m sorry. for you i wish to be nothing but my best and vulnerability has such a negative connotation nowadays that it’s hard, i fear it. i no longer want to fear my own emotions, i want to embrace them.

how else can i embrace myself?

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