The Strongest Girl I Ever Knew
She never got to dance
Or go to her own prom.
She never got the chance
To forget where she came from.
Published: July 2017
Narrative poems are stories in poem form. Narrative poems are one of the oldest forms of poetry and indeed all literature.
Narrative poetry was used in ancient times as a means of passing down important stories. Many people did not how to read and write and captivating stories told rhythmically, with repetition and rhymes were a way to ensure that stories important to the culture were remembered and passed down through the generations.
This collection contains narrative poems by famous and modern poets.
She never got to dance
Or go to her own prom.
She never got the chance
To forget where she came from.
The poem was very touching. I enjoyed reading it, and it reminds me of someone I know and is part of my life. She is none other than my sister. She was always on her feet doing things just...
Picture
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;
Favorite poem, favorite poet. Has been since I was in 7th grade. He's such a dark sweetheart!! I love it!
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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
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.
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in Cute Poems
A dog wandered into our garden one day,
A friendly old mutt, didn't look like a stray.
We never discovered whence he had come,
But we brushed him and fed him and the kids called him Rum.
That is such a good poem. My husband had a large Doberman. Everyone was afraid of this dog, but he would lay on the floor with our children and let them pull on his ears. My Husband said he...
in Father Poems
When I am born, you are here
In your eye, I see a tear
Time flies and already I'm two
"Look, Daddy, I can tie my shoe!"
I am so sorry for your loss. I know how you feel. I lost my dad when I was 8. I understand how it feels. I am 17, and I am coping with it still.
The animal I really dig,
Above all others is the pig.
Pigs are noble. Pigs are clever,
Pigs are courteous. However,
I can certainly verify the truth of my submission. At an annual get together, my wife and I read the poem to the group (about 30) with the help of awful home-made masks. I took the part of...
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,
Yes, Roald Dahl has a whole book of revolting rhymes like this one. You should read it. Hilarious.
in Aging Poems
One day my dad was hunting, from his favorite hunting stand;
'Twas a giant Oak with perfect limbs, under which two deer trails ran.
Now this favorite spot of Daddy's was as unique as it could be,
'cause a lightning bolt had burned a giant hole down through that tree.
My aging husband, who just turned 70 in October, still takes his grandsons out bowing and hunting ever year. He helps build the tree stands and everything, teaching them the way of the...
"Son," said my mother,
When I was knee-high,
"you've need of clothes to cover you,
and not a rag have I.
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...
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