Metaphor Poems
#metaphor
Metaphor poems, poetry using metaphors to create an image for the reader. You are not LIKE the sun, you ARE the sun! Metaphors are often used in poetry to explain emotions, feelings and relationships, which could not easily be described using ordinary language.
it_lord
Poem Published
17th Aug 2019 1:46pm
17th Aug 2019 1:46pm
Your Are...
Shiny and vigorous like verdure,
Bedazzling like NTSC,
Refreshing like cold water of a waterfall,
Restorative like binaural beats,
Bedazzling like NTSC,
Refreshing like cold water of a waterfall,
Restorative like binaural beats,
#metaphor
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bydk
Poem Published
15th Aug 2019 2:12pm
15th Aug 2019 2:12pm
the last date
forgive me;
it was delicious.
so sweet
and
so cold.
bydk 08/14/19
it was delicious.
so sweet
and
so cold.
bydk 08/14/19
#love
#food
#metaphor
39 reads
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eroseternal
Tim Eros
Tim Eros
Poem Published
15th Aug 2019 3:05am
15th Aug 2019 3:05am
Inspire Me
A simple request, actually
I just want you to inspire me
say a word, send me a pic,
If you can draw, send a sketch
Show your thoughts, let me see
See your tears, your darkest fears,
the things you feel inside
Things you've never told your mother
Show me something that you hide
I'll be discrete, I'll write metaphorically
Only you and I will be able to see
The truth between fact and fiction
is a line drawn by the inspiration
The inspiration you gave to me
I just want you to inspire me
say a word, send me a pic,
If you can draw, send a sketch
Show your thoughts, let me see
See your tears, your darkest fears,
the things you feel inside
Things you've never told your mother
Show me something that you hide
I'll be discrete, I'll write metaphorically
Only you and I will be able to see
The truth between fact and fiction
is a line drawn by the inspiration
The inspiration you gave to me
#inspirational
#metaphor
#healing
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2 Comments
SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
14th Aug 2019 00:15am
14th Aug 2019 00:15am
FOUR POEMS, SIX WORDS EACH
TRIP TO HOT SPRINGS
in such a
hurry to relax
---
YOUR MANURE
too raw for
my compost pile
---
THE MOMENT YOU LEFT
bittersweet
like not fully ripe
apricots
---
IMPETUOUS SPIRIT
Follow your heart
Out of hell
in such a
hurry to relax
---
YOUR MANURE
too raw for
my compost pile
---
THE MOMENT YOU LEFT
bittersweet
like not fully ripe
apricots
---
IMPETUOUS SPIRIT
Follow your heart
Out of hell
#courage
#heartbroken
#emotional #metaphor
#emotional #metaphor
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SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
13th Aug 2019 6:51pm
13th Aug 2019 6:51pm
YOU TILL ME
I am the soil,
filled with clods; you till me 'til
I flow thru fingers...
filled with clods; you till me 'til
I flow thru fingers...
#earth
#senryu
#metaphor #sensual
#metaphor #sensual
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RevolutionAL
Poem Published
9th Aug 2019 10:20pm
9th Aug 2019 10:20pm
With A Click Of A Finger
The morning rumble
spilling from the
coffee grinder
surrounding
smells
of freshly baked
treats
has me returning
I sit on the same stool
at the round Stainless Steel table.
Bite into croissant
sip on java
look into crisp
morning mist
planning the day.
I used to sit behind a laptop
in the old days.
These days, I wouldn't cary
a bulky thing like that
around.
Today I'm thinking
of what it was exactly ...
spilling from the
coffee grinder
surrounding
smells
of freshly baked
treats
has me returning
I sit on the same stool
at the round Stainless Steel table.
Bite into croissant
sip on java
look into crisp
morning mist
planning the day.
I used to sit behind a laptop
in the old days.
These days, I wouldn't cary
a bulky thing like that
around.
Today I'm thinking
of what it was exactly ...
#love
#family
#LifeGoals
#SelfReflection
#metaphor
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DecipherMe
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2019 00:57am
2nd Aug 2019 00:57am
This of Stylus Imprinted
In the rent of blanket,
the turkey stuffing foams.
Our sights derail the transformation of the orbit
and the orientation of the stars.
Comb out hair kitten violin
as we fall from spreaded linens.
The foxtrot of bones clasps the evergreen foilage,
and the yellow smirks from the scars of an ultraviolet.
You never saw the way the leaf bed shuddered
at the plucking of the weeds,
but natives hold their own reservations
in the pride of their separate law,
and this scurried to bed,
that the saliva bubbled on...
the turkey stuffing foams.
Our sights derail the transformation of the orbit
and the orientation of the stars.
Comb out hair kitten violin
as we fall from spreaded linens.
The foxtrot of bones clasps the evergreen foilage,
and the yellow smirks from the scars of an ultraviolet.
You never saw the way the leaf bed shuddered
at the plucking of the weeds,
but natives hold their own reservations
in the pride of their separate law,
and this scurried to bed,
that the saliva bubbled on...
#nature
#metaphor
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SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
1st Aug 2019 5:58pm
1st Aug 2019 5:58pm
THE SPIRIT OF CONTROL
She fills your glass
She fills your liquor cabinet
And she fills your calendar
With the dates of AA meetings
She can scold you for
Not attending
She fills your liquor cabinet
And she fills your calendar
With the dates of AA meetings
She can scold you for
Not attending
#relationships
#conflict
#metaphor
24 reads
2 Comments
HowlingWhelms
Noire
Noire
Poem Published
1st Aug 2019 2:08am
1st Aug 2019 2:08am
` to the silence that turn'd me feral...
my eyes fell upon the sun
nomadically descending
like the alchemist it is..
vanishing into secrets held
by earth for over four
point five billion years, as
if she’s his majical chamber
touching me in the raw;
these excavations fills
distances between bone
and absent skin
then am i made a woman
..a naked relic
..whole
and undisturbed stitched
in within horizons
i want to capture this
moment in a...
nomadically descending
like the alchemist it is..
vanishing into secrets held
by earth for over four
point five billion years, as
if she’s his majical chamber
touching me in the raw;
these excavations fills
distances between bone
and absent skin
then am i made a woman
..a naked relic
..whole
and undisturbed stitched
in within horizons
i want to capture this
moment in a...
#metaphor
#nonfiction
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DCLXVI_1989
Poem Published
30th Jul 2019 5:13am
30th Jul 2019 5:13am
Six Word Challenge
One to Three for Five."
-Seven
-Seven
#metaphor
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SoloFives
Poem Published
27th Jul 2019 3:03am
27th Jul 2019 3:03am
1:34 A.M
And, you would think my gnomes wired
With the G virus but no its a Genocyber
Back again Michael Myers
With eyes of ice
I can send kamikaze pilots
Who will be smiling
While dialing in
Your coordinates to your island
watch the atomic horizon
On wifi Verizon
Inside the legion of dooms
Guest suite yes the sweetest room
They're all soon to be
Dinner when the full moons at peak
In dead of winter
Here comes the upbringing of the gut wringing
Hash slinging slasher
Proton megatraum cannon reactor
Placed...
With the G virus but no its a Genocyber
Back again Michael Myers
With eyes of ice
I can send kamikaze pilots
Who will be smiling
While dialing in
Your coordinates to your island
watch the atomic horizon
On wifi Verizon
Inside the legion of dooms
Guest suite yes the sweetest room
They're all soon to be
Dinner when the full moons at peak
In dead of winter
Here comes the upbringing of the gut wringing
Hash slinging slasher
Proton megatraum cannon reactor
Placed...
#rhyming
#redemption
#nostalgia
#metaphor
#StreamOfConsciousness
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carpemax
Poem Published
25th Jul 2019 5:55am
25th Jul 2019 5:55am
Godless Seas
Tossed, then to turn on these Godless Seas with no quarter given to
the faithless convened. For, drawn to this circle of the maelstrom's spin
lay all lies, so told, waiting within. And, waves with ceaseless abandon
do roar, to tear and gnash upon longing, lost shores. Though, no prow has
weathered God's Lash and still stood, but this seasoned stachion so beaten,
yet could. Though, all shall bow eventually, even the wearied dismayed...
for, no matter its build, nor perserverance will sway, God or the Fate of
Man's way.
the faithless convened. For, drawn to this circle of the maelstrom's spin
lay all lies, so told, waiting within. And, waves with ceaseless abandon
do roar, to tear and gnash upon longing, lost shores. Though, no prow has
weathered God's Lash and still stood, but this seasoned stachion so beaten,
yet could. Though, all shall bow eventually, even the wearied dismayed...
for, no matter its build, nor perserverance will sway, God or the Fate of
Man's way.
#hypocrisy
#metaphor
#philosophical
#morality
#StreamOfConsciousness
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