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 Narrative poetry

Basically, narrative poetry is a form of poetry that tells a story in the form of verse as a whole from the beginning to the very end. The story can be long as well as short .From thousands of years narrative poems were recited to make a simple story more interesting and enjoyable so that is one reason that this form is still in use.

A narrative poem contains the elements of a story such as characters, introduction, plot, climax and resolution. Although it doesn’t need to rhyme but some rhyme schemes such as "ABCB" are applied which means that the second and fourth line must rhyme while the first and third line should not rhyme to agree with the rhyme scheme.

Narrative poetry can also be written in blank verse that means unrhymed lines of poem written in iambic pentameter. Examples of narrative poetry include fables, ballads, legends and epics.

The following given is an example of a narrative poem, it is taken from the famous fable of the hare and the turtle.


Ballad Of The Hare And Tortoise


The hare’s adventure feats from yore,
Were as lengthy as an ode song,
From fairy tale to folklore,
Where even hare’s ancestors won’t belong.
 
The homesick tortoise knows the hare,
The hate struck hare knows the tortoise well,
For the hate struck love is unfair,
For the home stuck fair is been stuck in it’s shell.
 
Sighed the timid old turtle,
“praising yourself is a bad habit”,
Added the tortoise knocking every hurdle,
“so a race between a turtle and a rabbit”?
 
The hare first giggled then laughed and then screams,
First purple, then red turned the tortoise face,
Interrupted the hare, “for you it shall work in dreams”,
On a much slower pace can the tortoise win such a race?
 
On the scene sped windy winds and creeping claws,
Cheering on the right but wrong side were all wings,
fearing on the left but right side were only paws,
the hare stretched, while the tortoise has choirs to sing.
 
The falcon cries and the race begins,
As the tortoise hustles, it falls into a rabbit hole,
Now the silent crowd knows who will win,
From the pedestal the hare swings pole to pole.
 
Jumping and drifting the champ leads,
While the tortoise sank in a stinky sea,
Through the forests of trees and weeds,
Flying on its way the hare flees.
 
One regrets while the other admires,
The other giggles and laughs still one weeps,
One feels sleepy and hopes while the other is dire,
Now, who knows short naps can turn into deep sleeps!
 
Slowly and invisibly to it’s destiny the tortoise meets,
While the hare wanders in the wonderland of sweet dreams,
With roses and marigolds the busting crowd greet,
Once again the falcon cries and screams.
 
The endless race ended,
While the undefeated hare snoozed,
The win less tortoise won,
And the selfish hare loosed.
 
To the tortoise nightingales sing long odes,
Not longer than historic marathon are longed,
The hare felt from the pedestal into the rabbit hole,
Where it still snores and actually belongs.

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