Narrative Poetry

Narrative Poetry

-A poem that tells a story, describe parts of an event or shares a snapshot of life.
-It can be a real memory or made-up.
Written in…Stanzas = a section of lines

-It can be short or long.
-It doesn't have to rhyme.
-They don’t follow too many rules, except that they must tell a story or describe parts of a story, or share events in order.
-A simple way of telling a story (expressing what happened) by using stanzas instead of paragraphs.

Steps to Narrative Poem Writing:
Step 1: Think of a story you want to tell. It can be a memory,
a snapshot/moment or a made up story.
Step 2: Break down the story down into four or five sections.
The sections should be the beginning, middle and end of that story.
Step 3: Each of these sections should be written in the order they happened.
*Describe each part by stanza

~Narrative Poem Idea – ______
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*Try to use examples of figurative language (simile, metaphor, personification, or alliteration) and see if you can play around with repetition.
*Share inner thinking, write emotions and what you were feeling, be detailed in describing what was happening.

After the steps, write your NARRATIVE POEM, in stanzas and for Homework, finish writing your poem into stanzas (describing each story section).

*Ms. G’s example --
Narrative Poem story: Last Day Of Camp.

1-Finishing packing.

2-Singing our favorite songs.

3-Looking for friends to say goodbye.

4-Tearful departure.
5-Final sight.
Narrative Poem story: Last Day Of Camp.

I shoved that last sweatshirt
into my duffle bag,
leaving with much more than what I had brought.
Arms wrapped around each other for
one more picture,
one more snapshot,
one more memory
etched in my mind.
I opened my mouth and
sang at the top of my lungs,
Songs that wouldn’t sound so full
with no one around to join in.
Knowing I’d never hear that music
in the same way again
I needed to make a mental list of who
got a send-off.
Got to find her
Got to find him
because the time had come.
One hug is never enough.
They linger and lag and
refuse to let go.
Tears stained one
another’s shoulders
as voices quivered with
“I’m going to miss you”
and “say it ain’t so.”
Embraces ripped apart as I boarded onto the bus.
Pressed up against the glass I stared.
I was met by multiple eyes gazing right back,
faces scrunched as reality set in.
Through thick tears and double pain windows,
we started to move
and I was forced to say goodbye.