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.
direlegion
dire legion
dire legion
Poem Published
25th Jan 2020 11:15am
25th Jan 2020 11:15am
[KILLER ROBOTS & WEED SOUP]
DIREL3GI0N
Jan 23, 2020, 8:19:05 PM
Posted in Whiskey Women
[WEED SOUP]
k
I’d like to welcome you to my weed addiction
cause I’ve fallen head first into sour diesel soup
and I’ve spewed enough DNA to fuck the hoe world
and make enough children to start my own ethnic group
and this isn’t my ending it’s only my fucking beginning
as I’m shooting bong hits outta of my fifty caliber
and I know in the ending that they will hit you
cause I’m the modern day bubonic sonic chronic
exploding on the hoe fucking world
Yeah
...
Jan 23, 2020, 8:19:05 PM
Posted in Whiskey Women
[WEED SOUP]
k
I’d like to welcome you to my weed addiction
cause I’ve fallen head first into sour diesel soup
and I’ve spewed enough DNA to fuck the hoe world
and make enough children to start my own ethnic group
and this isn’t my ending it’s only my fucking beginning
as I’m shooting bong hits outta of my fifty caliber
and I know in the ending that they will hit you
cause I’m the modern day bubonic sonic chronic
exploding on the hoe fucking world
Yeah
...
#rhyming
#dialogue
#metaphor
#philosophical
#collaboration
36 reads
0 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
25th Jan 2020 7:46am
25th Jan 2020 7:46am
literally, n i r v a n a
literally, n i r v a n a
#love
#spiritual
#PowerOfWords
#minimalist
#metaphor
60 reads
3 Comments
pbm35
Poem Published
21st Jan 2020 5:23am
21st Jan 2020 5:23am
PAY THE PRICE (RAP)
(VERSE#1)
Ol, boy a major addict living foul health
Disintegrating always bingeing never focused brain intoxicated.
Life sentenced walk the green mile mental incarcerated.
No remorse for cause or actions
He'll face the consequences.
On that day his grave becoming
His final destination.
Considered by family & friends, plus
Society a straight loser, low life drug abuser.
Who'd do plenty for a fix he want that quick soother.
Whether a coke sniffer, crack smoker, heroin shooter
Once he seek it, gotta have it, it's therapeutic to...
Ol, boy a major addict living foul health
Disintegrating always bingeing never focused brain intoxicated.
Life sentenced walk the green mile mental incarcerated.
No remorse for cause or actions
He'll face the consequences.
On that day his grave becoming
His final destination.
Considered by family & friends, plus
Society a straight loser, low life drug abuser.
Who'd do plenty for a fix he want that quick soother.
Whether a coke sniffer, crack smoker, heroin shooter
Once he seek it, gotta have it, it's therapeutic to...
#rhyming
#uplifting
#metaphor #StreamOfConsciousness
#metaphor #StreamOfConsciousness
33 reads
1 Comment
Lagertha
Legertha
Legertha
Poem Published
20th Jan 2020 11:28am
20th Jan 2020 11:28am
I Am Oblivia
#death
#metaphor
65 reads
10 Comments
Benzy_420
Poem Published
15th Jan 2020 8:16am
15th Jan 2020 8:16am
My Dark
Between the stars
The image of my soul
Yang: consumed
Why cover my nose when I hunt for penguins? It's the only part of me that's true!
The cheapest ink, I soil the coastline, and find no trouble when I close my eyes to sleep
Before the T.V shines it's light, the candid canvas casts its character
No words yet has God spoken. His silence bares my name
THIS is what I am
Do not poison me with positivity
Do not encourage me with your warming glow
As I am is how I shall remain
Until all I see, is me
The image of my soul
Yang: consumed
Why cover my nose when I hunt for penguins? It's the only part of me that's true!
The cheapest ink, I soil the coastline, and find no trouble when I close my eyes to sleep
Before the T.V shines it's light, the candid canvas casts its character
No words yet has God spoken. His silence bares my name
THIS is what I am
Do not poison me with positivity
Do not encourage me with your warming glow
As I am is how I shall remain
Until all I see, is me
#dark
#identity
#gothic
#confessional
#metaphor
37 reads
0 Comments
Benzy_420
Poem Published
14th Jan 2020 8:24am
14th Jan 2020 8:24am
Symbolism
Unspoken
Fallen upon deaf ears
Or do we pretend they aren't there?
The cause
The solution
Or something to fill the air?
Misplaced
Wasted
Or failure to find the right ones?
All I know
When you have mine
My actions will convey them sincerely
Fallen upon deaf ears
Or do we pretend they aren't there?
The cause
The solution
Or something to fill the air?
Misplaced
Wasted
Or failure to find the right ones?
All I know
When you have mine
My actions will convey them sincerely
#PowerOfWords
#mystery
#emotional
#metaphor
#passion
29 reads
0 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
12th Jan 2020 1:30pm
12th Jan 2020 1:30pm
sunflower
paint some beauty today
dip your quill in your soul
let your artistry be known
sunflowers dot the hillsides
happy faces of the dawn
I whisper secrets to them
they awaken ready for the sun to rise in the east
I remain sleepy inside
so they tenderly sing songs of the heart
"oh mother awaken"
"come visit with us"
quietly I lie in the fields meditating
drawing lines in the sky so blue
thinking they match your eyes
eons unfold before me
magic is on the winds
erasing my doubts
...
dip your quill in your soul
let your artistry be known
sunflowers dot the hillsides
happy faces of the dawn
I whisper secrets to them
they awaken ready for the sun to rise in the east
I remain sleepy inside
so they tenderly sing songs of the heart
"oh mother awaken"
"come visit with us"
quietly I lie in the fields meditating
drawing lines in the sky so blue
thinking they match your eyes
eons unfold before me
magic is on the winds
erasing my doubts
...
#love
#beauty
#metaphor
80 reads
12 Comments
Ahavati
Bumped 7th Jan 2020 2:09pm
4th Jul 2017 1:09pm
4th Jul 2017 1:09pm
From Hell to Breakfast
and flames to pancakes
is how I'll Love You
From the time it takes
syrup to pool on the edge
of the empty plate
Thick, heavy laden;
one engorged droplet
dangling
posed to stain
the linen
Before my tongue
catches it up
Leaving everything
pristine
Heavenly
content
~
is how I'll Love You
From the time it takes
syrup to pool on the edge
of the empty plate
Thick, heavy laden;
one engorged droplet
dangling
posed to stain
the linen
Before my tongue
catches it up
Leaving everything
pristine
Heavenly
content
~
#love
#food
#metaphor
615 reads
14 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2020 5:26pm
2nd Jan 2020 5:26pm
the drums thunder
gaze in the pools of knowledge
space itself a library open to all who seek truth
chronicle the ancestors of all living beings
it is written in the tomes of memory
nothing is ever truly erased it remains as it was
evolution is a true beauty to behold
a mystery unfolds on the Earth
she has already proven her worth
in the annals of history is Victory
magic is dutiful, beautiful, kind and terrible
but she is not blind
she sees times two
in her heart, she cries for humanity
she has infused each with a magic...
space itself a library open to all who seek truth
chronicle the ancestors of all living beings
it is written in the tomes of memory
nothing is ever truly erased it remains as it was
evolution is a true beauty to behold
a mystery unfolds on the Earth
she has already proven her worth
in the annals of history is Victory
magic is dutiful, beautiful, kind and terrible
but she is not blind
she sees times two
in her heart, she cries for humanity
she has infused each with a magic...
#love
#humankind
#metaphor #philosophical
#metaphor #philosophical
60 reads
6 Comments
Ahavati
Poem Published
1st Jan 2020 6:19pm
1st Jan 2020 6:19pm
Wintertide Metaphor
( after Louise Glück )
How was I to know
dormancy could craft
the art of contentment;
that breaking beyond winter
to spring’s hustling charms
would teach me of solitude—
instill a crisp propensity
for suppression again
Spring is cursory—
a budding headdress only
for those that cannot observe
beyond outward beauty;
who swallow, eventually ...
How was I to know
dormancy could craft
the art of contentment;
that breaking beyond winter
to spring’s hustling charms
would teach me of solitude—
instill a crisp propensity
for suppression again
Spring is cursory—
a budding headdress only
for those that cannot observe
beyond outward beauty;
who swallow, eventually ...
#earth
#winter
#metaphor #LouiseGluck
#metaphor #LouiseGluck
238 reads
28 Comments
EStar
Poem Published
20th Dec 2019 8:23pm
20th Dec 2019 8:23pm
Snow and Mirrors
A blue suburban home
With Christmas lights in October
Soft, inviting, you can almost picture the family that lives there.
Sometimes you think you see them, manicuring the lawn
And kissing eachother goodbye on the doorstep.
You draw closer, trick-or-treat basket in hand.
Surely a family so pristine has a few pieces of candy to share when your own basket is so desolate?
A woman comes to the door,
Dressed in white, bright compassionate eyes.
She gives you handfuls of full-sized candy bars.
...
With Christmas lights in October
Soft, inviting, you can almost picture the family that lives there.
Sometimes you think you see them, manicuring the lawn
And kissing eachother goodbye on the doorstep.
You draw closer, trick-or-treat basket in hand.
Surely a family so pristine has a few pieces of candy to share when your own basket is so desolate?
A woman comes to the door,
Dressed in white, bright compassionate eyes.
She gives you handfuls of full-sized candy bars.
...
#narrative
#metaphor
38 reads
0 Comments
fields_broke
Poem Published
15th Dec 2019 10:17pm
15th Dec 2019 10:17pm
featherweight a sea burial
its hard to lose a chosen one,
the body guards, uniform; fling an An Arm
back to the sky
sharp back to a cloud
who sprung
adopted hush, the cogs
these hhsssshh! of clouds
…disappear, they pray
and where…where-then they pray
in lightening to reconnect,
to An Arm stretched shoulder deep
into the earth; do a must,
to the tips of roots, tender ends.
to see lay c clay tertiaries (coal seams
and the kingliness of a ceramic pot.
Soliloquies and families of cormorants are in
into tin...
the body guards, uniform; fling an An Arm
back to the sky
sharp back to a cloud
who sprung
adopted hush, the cogs
these hhsssshh! of clouds
…disappear, they pray
and where…where-then they pray
in lightening to reconnect,
to An Arm stretched shoulder deep
into the earth; do a must,
to the tips of roots, tender ends.
to see lay c clay tertiaries (coal seams
and the kingliness of a ceramic pot.
Soliloquies and families of cormorants are in
into tin...
#nature
#evolution
#metaphor
132 reads
7 Comments
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