Long To See Your Sweet Face
Two pink lines, we knew it was true,
Sooner than later we would meet you.
I yelled for your Daddy, and smiled just so,
He stood there in shock and a glorious glow.
Narrative Poems
19 Narrative Poems - Poems That Tell A Story
Collection of narrative poems by modern poets. 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.
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Featured Shared Story
I fell pregnant in 2012. I had the two lines come up on the test. I was excited but my partner (now ex) wasn't. He said he would throw me down stairs to make sure the baby doesn't survive. I...
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The Crazy Flu
Humorous Poem About The FluThere once was a girl named Sue.
She came down with the case of the flu.
She let out a sigh,
"My temperature is high, -
The Strongest Girl I Ever Knew
Inspirational Poem About SisterShe never got to dance
Or go to her own prom.
She never got the chance
To forget where she came from.Featured Shared StoryThe 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...
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The Home He Knew Best
Mother And Son Parted At BirthA mother and son were parted at birth,
Wrenched from each other on this terrible earth,
With no place to go she walks through the night,
Looking for somewhere till the morning light.Featured Shared StoryWow! This poem is so true. It almost made me cry. I am 13 years old and lived 13 years without my mom. I live with my grandparents. It's kind of hard because whenever I'm at school my friends...
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One For All And All For One
Finding A Group Of FriendsIn the neighborhood where I was raised,
My life revolved around my friends.
And each day brought new adventures
And endless games of let's pretend. -
The Ballad Of Rum
Poem About A Loveable Guard Dogin 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.Featured Shared StoryThat 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...
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Mama's Christmas Miracle
Mama told me a story a long, long time ago, not like any that I'd ever heard,
all about a little girl mama used to know, how I remember every word.
Seems like a lifetime ago, though I remember it so well.
It was a Christmas Eve I'll never forget as far as I can tell.Featured Shared StoryI love this poem. It touched me in the heart. I read it and wept; I love this poem. This made me change my heart and perspective of Christmas and its true meaning. Thanks for making me change...
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Keepsake
Poem About Hunting With Dadin 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.Featured Shared StoryMy 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...
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The Littlest Christmas Tree
A Christmas Story For ChildrenThe littlest Christmas tree
lived in a meadow of green
among a family
of tall evergreens.Featured Shared StoryChristmas is the time of joy, happiness, laughter of children and adults, cakes, Christmas trees, stories and POEMS.
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Us Two
Wherever I am, there's always Pooh,
There's always Pooh and Me.
Whatever I do, he wants to do,
"Where are you going today?" says Pooh: -
A Precious Christmas Memory
Christmas Tradition With My DadIn the damp, dusty cellar, surrounded by boxes,
Our excitement just grows without measure.
Searching and sorting with loud shouts of glee,
As we uncovered the grand Christmas treasure. -
Heirloom Of Love
Mixed Emotions From The Father Of The BrideThere she sits before her mirror,
Primping in excitement, her face flushed.
Today is her day; she will never know
How much I hurt, how scared I amFeatured Shared StoryThis is exactly what I went through the day of my daughter's wedding. Tears and a sort of rage that her new husband was taking her away from me. I questioned whether he could protect her as I...
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Hanging In Tough
Having Faith In God During Tough TimesA fine lady.
So gallantly strong,
She stands for the good,
The righteous, and God. -
Her Wedding Day
Walking Down The AisleGloriously she walks down the aisle,
And already she can see his gorgeous smile.
That smile that is so soft and sweet,
That smile that makes her knees go weak. -
The Neighbour's Dog
Barking Dogs And Their ConsequencesOur street was once a peaceful place
Kids played and you could jog
But our tranquil life was shattered
When the neighbour got a dog.Featured Shared StoryI enjoy writing poetry about real events and real people. The "Bazza" who's featured in many of my poems is a quirky character whose fondness for the practical joke often gets him into...
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My Father's Hug
Revealing Hidden EmotionsMy Father, he was never one
To show his deepest feelings.
He never cared too much for hugs,
Either giving or receiving. -
Christmas Eve
Young Child Meets St. NickIt was the night before Christmas and all were asleep.
No one made a noise, not even a peep.
The little tikes slept, all tucked in their beds
With pictures of St. Nick whirling about in their heads. -
One Look
Poem About Soccerin Sports Poems
As I stand on that muddy grass field,
The roar of the cheering crowds
Is all I seem to hear.
No specific voices; it's all just a blur.Featured Shared StoryThis poem is quite amazing, and I am sure that a lot of people would be touched like the way I have. I have a friend who enjoys this poem because she plays football. It is very substantial to...
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Yaz And Orr
My brother was always my best friend,
We would play sports and we'd just pretend.
I'd hit a homer, a goal he'd score,
You see I was Yaz and he was Orr.
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