poetic device: Narrative Poems

Narrative poems are poems that tell a story. It doesn’t have to be a long or complex story. It can even be a short narrative poem that describes something that happened.

Narrative poems are one of the main poetic styles. Others include lyric poems, which describe the narrator’s emotions or feelings, and descriptive poems, which give a detailed description of a person, an object, or an event.

Each of these poems tell a story. Some are short and some are long, while most are somewhere in the middle, but all of them are fun.

Today I Got a Valentine
We Ate All the Cheetos
We Ate All the Cheetos
My Hot Dog Is Soggy by Kenn Nesbitt
My Hot Dog Is Soggy
All My Great Excuses by Kenn Nesbitt
All My Great Excuses
Gabby's Baby Beagle by Kenn Nesbitt
Gabby’s Baby Beagle
My New Remote by Kenn Nesbitt
My New Remote
Lunch Box Love Note by Kenn Nesbitt
Lunchbox Love Note
It's Friday the 13th Tomorrow by Kenn Nesbitt
It’s Friday the 13th Tomorrow
My Brother Punched Me in the Head by Kenn Nesbitt
My Brother Punched Me in the Head
Benjamin Blink Drank Invisible Ink by Kenn Nesbitt
Benjamin Blink Drank Invisible Ink
I Went to the Movies by Kenn Nesbitt
I Went to the Movies
I Slipped on a Banana Peel by Kenn Nesbitt
I Slipped on a Banana Peel
A Fishy List by Kenn Nesbitt
A Fishy List
I Tried to Take a Selfie by Kenn Nesbitt
I Tried to Take a Selfie
I Woke Up this Morning by Kenn Nesbitt
I Woke up this Morning
Vacation Cancelation
Vacation Cancelation
When Frankenstein Was Just a Kid by Kenn Nesbitt
When Frankenstein Was Just a Kid
Somebody Stole My Butt by Kenn Nesbitt
Somebody Stole My Butt
Chelsea Had Some Chocolate Milk by Kenn Nesbitt
Chelsea Had Some Chocolate Milk
A Vampire Bit My Neck Last Night by Kenn Nesbitt
A Vampire Bit My Neck Last Night
I Had to Get a Haircut by Kenn Nesbitt
I Let My Sister Cut My Hair
I Broke My Mother’s iPhone
My Teacher Took My iPod by Kenn Nesbitt
My Teacher Took My iPod
I Took My Doggy for a Walk by Kenn Nesbitt
I Took My Doggy for a Walk

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