I know that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight I do not hate,
Those that I guard I do not love;
Famous Narrative Poems
25 Examples Of Famous Narrative Poems
Narrative Poems are a genre of poetry that tell a story. A good narrative poem can be read aloud to others and usually is written with a particular rhyming pattern which enhances the listener's enjoyment. Some of these popular famous narrative poems have been entertaining readers for over a century.
I know that I shall meet my fate
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;Featured Shared Story
Edgar Allan Poe is my favorite poet. This is such a touching poem. It puts a lump in my throat.
"Son," said my mother,
When I was knee-high,
"you've need of clothes to cover you,
and not a rag have I.Featured Shared Story
The poem is a short, sweet, and precise journey of a great son-mother relationship. It takes one through the sacred and holy shares of time given by a mother in dedication to her child. The...
I guess you think you know this story.
You don't. The real one's much more gory.
The phoney one, the one you know,
Was cooked up years and years ago,Featured Shared Story
I love Roald Dahl. He never fails to make me laugh. Another side to a story you could never imagine.
Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.Featured Shared Story
I read this poem as one of the mandatory literary pieces while in High School. Even at that tender age something about the absurdity of life struck me and it continued to haunt me. I tried to...
The animal I really dig,
Above all others is the pig.
Pigs are noble. Pigs are clever,
Pigs are courteous. However,Featured Shared Story
I really enjoy this poem. It reminds me of my childhood. When I was little, I loved this story. Thank you for writing this poem!
As soon as Wolf began to feel
That he would like a decent meal,
He went and knocked on Grandma's door.
When Grandma opened it, she sawFeatured Shared Story
This is like the second time Riding Hood shot a wolf. These poems are making her crazy dangerous.
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;Featured Shared Story
I remember hearing this poem as a little youngster. I would also read this to my daughter and nephews each year right before Christmas! It is a wonderful poem to share with your family!...
“Will you walk into my parlour?” said the Spider to the Fly,
'Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy;
The way into my parlour is up a winding stair,
And I've a many curious things to show when you are there.”Featured Shared Story
This poem has reminded me about the wolf in sheep's skin. It's a great way to teach our children to think about the intentions of others even though they can be nice. To think about...
Troll sat alone on his seat of stone,
And munched and mumbled a bare old bone;
For many a year he had gnawed it near,
For meat was hard to come by.Featured Shared Story
This poem reminds me of times reading this with my dad. Thank you for publishing this poem!
The buzz-saw snarled and rattled in the yard
And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood,
Sweet-scented stuff when the breeze drew across it.
And from there those that lifted eyes could countFeatured Shared Story
Wow! I like it! It is wonderful. I like nature and science. It's very interesting.
Well, my daddy left home when I was three,
and he didn't leave much to Ma and me,
just this old guitar and a bottle of booze.
Now I don't blame him because he run and hid,Featured Shared Story
Johnny Cash was the right person to sing these lyrics. He made an interesting song from an awesome poem. Very entertaining. Love it!
Jac. Judy A. Campbell
He rode through the woods on a big blue ox,
He had fists as hard as choppin' blocks,
Five hundred pounds and nine feet tall...that's Paul.
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This poem is easily identifiable as a classic, and it contains facts and emotions we all share throughout life at some time or other. Great reading and a great share. Well worth real...
There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;Featured Shared Story
My grandfather, Henry Lorentzen, the pioneer artist of ND, LOVED Robert W. Service and would recite this poem from memory to entertain us grandchildren. He also produced a wonderful painting...
The outlook wasn't brilliant for the Mudville nine that day;
The score stood four to two, with but one inning more to play,
And then when Cooney died at first, and Barrows did the same,
A pall-like silence fell upon the patrons of the game.