Long Metaphor Poems
#metaphor
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
5th Mar 2023 1:56am
5th Mar 2023 1:56am
The Lion King...
Tell me your secrets, the carnivore of the wilderness
Your soul soaring in the winds as fast as the speed of time
Of ancient elite of feline sacred scrolls
The galaxy manifested the image of greatness of old
I order you to show me the molars of your time
When the ferocious aura of your nature superseded
Stirring within the midst of man’s dominant population
Predator by day, ruler of the night, rewarded in your reverence by dawn
The mighty roar of the stalk is the linage of your strength, your virility
Ruling the domain of...
Your soul soaring in the winds as fast as the speed of time
Of ancient elite of feline sacred scrolls
The galaxy manifested the image of greatness of old
I order you to show me the molars of your time
When the ferocious aura of your nature superseded
Stirring within the midst of man’s dominant population
Predator by day, ruler of the night, rewarded in your reverence by dawn
The mighty roar of the stalk is the linage of your strength, your virility
Ruling the domain of...
#spiritual
#lover
#metaphor
#philosophical
#passion
306 reads
19 Comments
Vampyre497
Poem Published
28th Dec 2022 7:52pm
28th Dec 2022 7:52pm
The Universe's Loving Children
As T stomped towards the exit sign, D screamed "Don't let the door hit you on the way out!"
T spun around to retort, "Well, maybe it would if you ever fixed the door!"
"You're the one with the tools! You make it happen! You fix it! You have the time to fix it!"
"Well, maybe I would if you ever told me to. But, 'it's not my plan'" T mocked.
As the door slammed, D broke down sobbing. The tears fell off of D's cheeks; the rain poured down below.
The clocks had all gone dark, as usual for when T left, but this time (no pun intended) there...
T spun around to retort, "Well, maybe it would if you ever fixed the door!"
"You're the one with the tools! You make it happen! You fix it! You have the time to fix it!"
"Well, maybe I would if you ever told me to. But, 'it's not my plan'" T mocked.
As the door slammed, D broke down sobbing. The tears fell off of D's cheeks; the rain poured down below.
The clocks had all gone dark, as usual for when T left, but this time (no pun intended) there...
#ShortStory
#metaphor
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Bluevelvete
Poem Published
26th Sep 2022 10:15am
26th Sep 2022 10:15am
Tangential travels; love's desolation
If I met you
on this journey
All aboard this train of thought
intertwining time
betwixt barren remoteness
explorers scouting out need
whistling discovery of secreted landscapes
Across desolate plains
windswept valleys;
where jackals wander
and vultures glide their
searching glides
We'd travel through
sleeping towns
where at the dead end of the day
dust swirls
curling apricot twirls
Sparks sending scatter
from greased...
on this journey
All aboard this train of thought
intertwining time
betwixt barren remoteness
explorers scouting out need
whistling discovery of secreted landscapes
Across desolate plains
windswept valleys;
where jackals wander
and vultures glide their
searching glides
We'd travel through
sleeping towns
where at the dead end of the day
dust swirls
curling apricot twirls
Sparks sending scatter
from greased...
#loneliness
#dreams
#fate
#confessional
#metaphor
539 reads
41 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
17th Jun 2022 4:37am
17th Jun 2022 4:37am
A Stink Bomb Has Risen From Hell
Death of a spirit as you earthly roam
Looking for comfort, oh thy wicked heart of stone
Risen of thy soft touch conformed from the hands of Satan
From the stench of hell its bomb unto earth awaiting
Forsaken upon the green of earth in the cradle of a little girl
Until horns as growth manifested to be denied by fate
A guardian’s love, forsaken to demonically unfurl
Condemned in the bedlam of thy own befuddled mind
Child of woman from the womb of a Jezabel and of a Jackel
Asunder, confused by the secret...
Looking for comfort, oh thy wicked heart of stone
Risen of thy soft touch conformed from the hands of Satan
From the stench of hell its bomb unto earth awaiting
Forsaken upon the green of earth in the cradle of a little girl
Until horns as growth manifested to be denied by fate
A guardian’s love, forsaken to demonically unfurl
Condemned in the bedlam of thy own befuddled mind
Child of woman from the womb of a Jezabel and of a Jackel
Asunder, confused by the secret...
#TruthOfLife
#hell
#apocalypse
#metaphor
#philosophical
439 reads
10 Comments
Bluevelvete
Poem Published
18th May 2022 7:35pm
18th May 2022 7:35pm
Whispers woven of darkness and light
I read of assumptions
that masquerade
small twists of random soaring reality.
Simple manipulated deflection,
in hopes for redirection.
"...Cast as victim or villain, perspective skews..."
I read a lack of willing compassion
where it's easier to blame
than it is to take responsibility;
humility taking a backseat,
as a suspect version of certitude
"my-way-or-the-highway's" it
I saw it repeat,
repeatedly.
Flashing coyly into narrowed minds
blowing fractural...
that masquerade
small twists of random soaring reality.
Simple manipulated deflection,
in hopes for redirection.
"...Cast as victim or villain, perspective skews..."
I read a lack of willing compassion
where it's easier to blame
than it is to take responsibility;
humility taking a backseat,
as a suspect version of certitude
"my-way-or-the-highway's" it
I saw it repeat,
repeatedly.
Flashing coyly into narrowed minds
blowing fractural...
#TruthOfLife
#MentalHealth
#ignorance
#metaphor
#manipulation
580 reads
32 Comments
RevolutionAL
Poem Published
30th Apr 2022 8:07am
30th Apr 2022 8:07am
That Day Barbie Walked Into Wacken
hold onto your knickers, this may roar
Some things are underground for a reason
Much mush
pretty make up
and half dressed
mannequins
have throughout history
tried to turn
the hardest
of the underground movements
into pretty-tinsel-laced
e v e r y d a y
environments
It makes
as much fucking sense as
Michael Jackson
being headmaster
of kindergarten
So while you read this
thinking
"yes but" ...
Some things are underground for a reason
Much mush
pretty make up
and half dressed
mannequins
have throughout history
tried to turn
the hardest
of the underground movements
into pretty-tinsel-laced
e v e r y d a y
environments
It makes
as much fucking sense as
Michael Jackson
being headmaster
of kindergarten
So while you read this
thinking
"yes but" ...
#LifeAsAWriter
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
#metaphor
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
302 reads
6 Comments
RevolutionAL
Poem Published
26th Apr 2022 8:42am
26th Apr 2022 8:42am
a sad story of artistic expression
this brush (call it fifty)
dripping enamel
gloss
oil based
dark and sultry
that brush
(call it nine)
soaked acrylic
matte
light
vibrant
a third brush
(call it two)
damp
in soft hues
watercolor
infused
and fifty so dedicated to nine ...
dripping enamel
gloss
oil based
dark and sultry
that brush
(call it nine)
soaked acrylic
matte
light
vibrant
a third brush
(call it two)
damp
in soft hues
watercolor
infused
and fifty so dedicated to nine ...
#LifeAsAWriter
#art
#metaphor
272 reads
18 Comments
RevolutionAL
Poem Published
21st Apr 2022 9:59am
21st Apr 2022 9:59am
Soliloquy
a half burnt
cigarette
glaring at me;
blowing snow rings
into atmospheric-smog
between word placement,
punctuation, font, and form
collecting
crumpled metaphors
origami basket balls
landing on
the floor
I lied, tonight
saying "I'll be alright"
diluting reality's fears
in ink-tears
letting words form
the script
of rehabilitation
...
cigarette
glaring at me;
blowing snow rings
into atmospheric-smog
between word placement,
punctuation, font, and form
collecting
crumpled metaphors
origami basket balls
landing on
the floor
I lied, tonight
saying "I'll be alright"
diluting reality's fears
in ink-tears
letting words form
the script
of rehabilitation
...
#narrative
#monsters
#LifeAsAWriter #metaphor
#LifeAsAWriter #metaphor
263 reads
7 Comments
RevolutionAL
Poem Published
14th Apr 2022 8:55am
14th Apr 2022 8:55am
I saw Your Hand
The bar-room
had a saloon air,
some strange country music
playing background;
the timber-finish
- swing doors
round tables, seating eight
(Texus-Holdem plays ten
on a full table
but the house needs some odds)
they sat in shadowed light
-all seven
the dealer had dealt
an extra Ace
to the lady
with an orange bow
the chap in the leather hat
lit a cigarette ...
had a saloon air,
some strange country music
playing background;
the timber-finish
- swing doors
round tables, seating eight
(Texus-Holdem plays ten
on a full table
but the house needs some odds)
they sat in shadowed light
-all seven
the dealer had dealt
an extra Ace
to the lady
with an orange bow
the chap in the leather hat
lit a cigarette ...
#narrative
#LifeAsAWriter
#metaphor
214 reads
3 Comments
RevolutionAL
Poem Published
9th Mar 2022 7:40pm
9th Mar 2022 7:40pm
stories that began as something else and then
sometimes
you need to punch doors
to make a point
spelling vulnerability
in hand crafted
street art
confidence
isn't everything it was
cracked up to be
just as
faking it till you make it
is just a cliché'
used by people
who haven't made it
to make you feel
inadequate
...
you need to punch doors
to make a point
spelling vulnerability
in hand crafted
street art
confidence
isn't everything it was
cracked up to be
just as
faking it till you make it
is just a cliché'
used by people
who haven't made it
to make you feel
inadequate
...
#nature
#narrative
#PowerOfWords
#magic
#metaphor
175 reads
5 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2022 4:23pm
23rd Feb 2022 4:23pm
unto everywhere
turning in the elements my eyes ease open and I see you
my magics fill the air disturbing honesty because I am restless
with the knowledge you are near
I travel through time and space to lay witness to mischief
I see you in the dimensional rift hopscotching planes of existence
bending reality as the opening of thought triggers a chain reaction
of shaken and now awoken seers
a portal beckons and you enter
faithful assassin of honor
energies travel growing in momentum
only the brightest stars will survive
the...
my magics fill the air disturbing honesty because I am restless
with the knowledge you are near
I travel through time and space to lay witness to mischief
I see you in the dimensional rift hopscotching planes of existence
bending reality as the opening of thought triggers a chain reaction
of shaken and now awoken seers
a portal beckons and you enter
faithful assassin of honor
energies travel growing in momentum
only the brightest stars will survive
the...
#universe
#stars
#fate
#metaphor
#scifi
226 reads
2 Comments
Bluevelvete
Poem Published
16th Feb 2022 1:09am
16th Feb 2022 1:09am
death of a songbird
I dwell upon the bluebird,
and the need to set it free
Can you hear the quiet serenade?
chirping it's whiskey melody
O' shhh you caroling songster
deeply buried to be left in silence
lest the ne'er-do-wells seed violence
I strain to hear the bluebird
unknown in love, just cheap salvation
devotional thrive by five and dime
the kind you can buy for $2.99
along with sweet candied revelation
satisfying nicotine's craving swirls
a white flag of surrender, twirls
stubbing out an...
and the need to set it free
Can you hear the quiet serenade?
chirping it's whiskey melody
O' shhh you caroling songster
deeply buried to be left in silence
lest the ne'er-do-wells seed violence
I strain to hear the bluebird
unknown in love, just cheap salvation
devotional thrive by five and dime
the kind you can buy for $2.99
along with sweet candied revelation
satisfying nicotine's craving swirls
a white flag of surrender, twirls
stubbing out an...
#rhyming
#WritingPoetry
#CharlesBukowski
#admiration
#metaphor
611 reads
36 Comments
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