Story Poems - Poems about Story

He loved her like the last day of autumn — knowing she'd leave, but holding on as if his hands could change the season. She wasn’t just a chapter — she was the entire book he never finished, because he kept rereading the parts where she smiled. He built a world around her absence, talked to her like she still listened in the silence of 3 a.m....

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The man was handsome, intelligent, and good in bed. But he just had nothing to say. And all of his days were the same. Monochromatic introspection followed by a sort of smothered self-expression. He never felt like himself. And he always felt worried about what other people thought about him. Who even was he? His routine? His career? His interests? His beliefs? Beliefs? The man had no beliefs, the man didn’t need to believe. For if he started believing in something, he may have actually needed to...

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Everywhere I get to No matter where it is There are stories Some are told loudly Screamed from the mountaintop Some are whispered Barely spoken and barely heard A few are lost to time Never told or talked about Every one of them is worth knowing And being shared when it is possible The good thing is if you do share one It will never be...

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I heard a story today, it felt just like mine, In this scary, monster city, it made my heart pine. Someone hurt themselves, tore their own skin, you see. Yes, a story just like mine, it came right back to me. You are brave, so much braver than I. You told your hurt out loud, under the open sky. My pain,...

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Inspired to Write ??? right? I recently thought back to a time in my life I was so vulnerable. Flashbacks of a fist to my HEAD ???? I don’t wanna be dead. ?? This love I found I don’t wanna lose, please Lord help me choose. Help me choose to love myself, Help me choose to do things I love...

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Friends, humans, country bumpkins, bend me your ears; 'tis too true a tale I tell thee here... Once upon a time, knew a girl who owned a mutt but she did exclaim, 'It's the cutest pup you ever did see,' all the same, it seems to be asinine to give a dog a bad name but it's not the worst her canine could receive, it wasn't cursed when...

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Somewhere between when sleep overtakes and then when I'm not really awake as if on a film running through my head the reel unrolls a story unfolds and I never lose the thread tho' the plot may be somewhat bizarre from whence I know not yet never forgot I find words appear in my mind from way over yonder out of the blue and...

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methamphetamine my cousin got hooked on it needed morphine patch his body ruined excruciating back pain deceased at fifty...

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she tells the story I also heard on the news most of the facts she spouts are alternative facts Her version is a better story embellishment that adds flavor but also lies...

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The stars of heaven a story tell, as on the canvas of the sky with pictures, bold and intricate, each night they speak without a word. Ancient stargazers sketched the signs that God arranged among the stars. They traced the circuit of the sun as it traverses through the TWELVE. The signs presaged the birth of One Who would succeed where Adam failed, by crushing...

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It was on one early summer morn that the voice of a watchful Mama Corn told a frightful story, meant to warn her son, Pop, just recently born. "Pop", it said, her darling boy to save, "Once, in a cornfield, I too would wave. In the sun and breeze, I was brave, but you must listen up and behave. You're...

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Two opposites, unknown of their fate, Randomly surfed the wide internet before it was too late. From one end of the country to the other end. Scrolled and scrolled, like it was never going to end. Oh! It was just a click, that's how we met. From hesitant texts and calls, To glee when texts and calls are received And...

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Implications of no-separation~ a game changer for no one~ no dimensions no sequences "no" is the the totality of which there is no understanding~ a story of nonsense and freedom...

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It took many years for me to love me For rich or for poor the body keeps the score. Society is always on the go no time to be still, no time to chill, we are expected to go with the flow To be authentic, eccentric quirky, society resents this to be different in society’s eyes is...

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Goldfish and a handheld mirror mated. Tabloids and truth are rarely conflated. She has a dinky dorsal. Plus, her mind's never full. I saw myself in him, as transparent as I am dim. Witty, no, Big Bird's listed as her closest kin. Waters...

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