Long Metaphor Poems
#metaphor
MalcolmG
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 2:21pm
19th Nov 2024 2:21pm
The Silent Cartographer
In the realm where shadows softly hum,
And silent whispers through dreams come,
A cartographer maps the soul’s great maze,
Charting the truth in moonlit haze.
A predator looms, fierce and wild,
The untamed fear of a guarded child.
Chased through woods of fractured thought,
By shadows of battles never fought.
An infant stirs, fragile and new,
The seed of beginnings breaking through.
Its cries echo with tender grace,
The yearning for love’s eternal face.
The faceless runner on twisted lanes,
Fleeing...
And silent whispers through dreams come,
A cartographer maps the soul’s great maze,
Charting the truth in moonlit haze.
A predator looms, fierce and wild,
The untamed fear of a guarded child.
Chased through woods of fractured thought,
By shadows of battles never fought.
An infant stirs, fragile and new,
The seed of beginnings breaking through.
Its cries echo with tender grace,
The yearning for love’s eternal face.
The faceless runner on twisted lanes,
Fleeing...
#dreams
#metaphor
#philosophical #StreamOfConsciousness
#philosophical #StreamOfConsciousness
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
18th Nov 2024 12:06pm
18th Nov 2024 12:06pm
The Many Faces of Love
Love is a flame,
burning brightly in the quiet of night,
its warmth a sanctuary,
its heat a warning of what may consume.
It flows like a river,
carving paths through stone hearts,
changing the landscape
with each twist and turn.
Love is a storm,
fierce winds of passion and fear,
breaking, bending, and rebuilding,
leaving us cleansed yet raw.
It sings as a melody,
soft as a lullaby,
or sharp and raw,
echoing in the chambers of longing.
It stretches like a bridge,
connecting the unspoken...
burning brightly in the quiet of night,
its warmth a sanctuary,
its heat a warning of what may consume.
It flows like a river,
carving paths through stone hearts,
changing the landscape
with each twist and turn.
Love is a storm,
fierce winds of passion and fear,
breaking, bending, and rebuilding,
leaving us cleansed yet raw.
It sings as a melody,
soft as a lullaby,
or sharp and raw,
echoing in the chambers of longing.
It stretches like a bridge,
connecting the unspoken...
#love
#metaphor
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crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
27th Sep 2024 3:37am
27th Sep 2024 3:37am
artistry
ignorance is Saint Ignacius a bloodied path
climbing the high road is futility
knowledge seekers beware it is powerful to behold Him
arrange intelligence and keen it might require your mired soul
loveless and painful release is the gathering of the keys
interrupting innocence has taken its toll
furthering your understanding while draining your core
ascending in understanding then leaving my senses in the underworld
endless space, endless dimensions
hurtful honesty needs something steady beneath her feet
combining forces of...
climbing the high road is futility
knowledge seekers beware it is powerful to behold Him
arrange intelligence and keen it might require your mired soul
loveless and painful release is the gathering of the keys
interrupting innocence has taken its toll
furthering your understanding while draining your core
ascending in understanding then leaving my senses in the underworld
endless space, endless dimensions
hurtful honesty needs something steady beneath her feet
combining forces of...
#metaphor
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crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
21st Sep 2024 3:29pm
21st Sep 2024 3:29pm
love metaphor
hello innocence long time no see
you've had no experience
however, you are spouting metaphors like a highly evolved being
star child of my hopes
honorable intentions keep my mind taut
you have sharp instincts
my girl if I pull away slightly
it is known within your keen perceptions
there is knowledge of a nature that you won't be allowed
given honesty your intensity blinds
no guile do I find in you
when I approach you in your eagerness
you are first to greet the problems I'm having in the cosmos
you elevate my...
you've had no experience
however, you are spouting metaphors like a highly evolved being
star child of my hopes
honorable intentions keep my mind taut
you have sharp instincts
my girl if I pull away slightly
it is known within your keen perceptions
there is knowledge of a nature that you won't be allowed
given honesty your intensity blinds
no guile do I find in you
when I approach you in your eagerness
you are first to greet the problems I'm having in the cosmos
you elevate my...
#angels
#metaphor
#unicorns
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ExercisingDemons
Poem Published
18th Aug 2024 11:56pm
18th Aug 2024 11:56pm
The Many Seated Vehicle Song
Can someone help me?
I need a song that starts off slow
and slowly turns fast
One that grows in tempo
the longer it lasts,
and by the end
has gravitational mass
when it picks up
and the singer gets mad
then the song gets calm again
and it ends
as it started
Like if it was a song about a car
it would start with something simple
like
Someone humming
and strumming a guitar ...
I need a song that starts off slow
and slowly turns fast
One that grows in tempo
the longer it lasts,
and by the end
has gravitational mass
when it picks up
and the singer gets mad
then the song gets calm again
and it ends
as it started
Like if it was a song about a car
it would start with something simple
like
Someone humming
and strumming a guitar ...
#cars
#LifeAsAWriter
#lyrics
#metaphor
#music
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QuietusQuill
Poem Published
30th Jun 2024 9:07pm
30th Jun 2024 9:07pm
Just kicking up Shitshimis
by dint of cenobiac punctilios
gravitational stares
spritz
as spryly
hung fire,
as an embossed dissertation
an orb of ebullience
metastasized
in the raw,
silken flesh,
as nude marble
jitter glitches
demystifying quince calypsos
with Lilith,
just knocking galaxies
out of homeostasis
into urethral embolisms
new constellations
swirl in
celestial commodes,
where I swan as a...
gravitational stares
spritz
as spryly
hung fire,
as an embossed dissertation
an orb of ebullience
metastasized
in the raw,
silken flesh,
as nude marble
jitter glitches
demystifying quince calypsos
with Lilith,
just knocking galaxies
out of homeostasis
into urethral embolisms
new constellations
swirl in
celestial commodes,
where I swan as a...
#death
#metaphor
#shadows
#StreamOfConsciousness
#universe
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poeticdelight
Hamid
Hamid
Poem Published
1st Jun 2024 6:50pm
1st Jun 2024 6:50pm
Awaken The Dormant Muse
When the twilight burns, when the misted haze of the day wanes, when the tired birds, are quietly nestled, snuggled safely inside their mothers bosom..when the awful mountain sinks in the black dome, and its head gone up into dark nothingness, shrouded in mystery. And when the wind is bare, wrapped in the silence of the sensed air, a faint whiff taken into darkly caves, then the muse comes out of that world, takes my quill, traces my poetic reveries. " her inspired word..""........
The spell is ripe to glean the mellow thoughts, bred quietly, wisely...
The spell is ripe to glean the mellow thoughts, bred quietly, wisely...
#emotional
#metaphor
#philosophical #StreamOfConsciousness
#philosophical #StreamOfConsciousness
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Connotation
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2024 00:19am
22nd Feb 2024 00:19am
Loss of Inspiration
In the abyss of the deep, only grey matter reflected.
My breath was swept away by a witch's broom.
Secrets of dust were under a rug.
Astonishment took over like a surprise.
Magical, a flying carpet goes over my head, like deception.
The spell of time enthralled me with its flickering eminence of expiration.
My candle was hidden and about to burn out.
Hands on the wall, 6 o'clock, my attention was arrested.
Straight up and down, a power broadcast.
The thief in the night came and ransacked.
My captivated spirit. ...
My breath was swept away by a witch's broom.
Secrets of dust were under a rug.
Astonishment took over like a surprise.
Magical, a flying carpet goes over my head, like deception.
The spell of time enthralled me with its flickering eminence of expiration.
My candle was hidden and about to burn out.
Hands on the wall, 6 o'clock, my attention was arrested.
Straight up and down, a power broadcast.
The thief in the night came and ransacked.
My captivated spirit. ...
#identity
#spiritual
#prose
#art
#metaphor
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NANCY_RDZ_STORIES
Poem Published
7th Feb 2024 8:52pm
7th Feb 2024 8:52pm
A WHIFF-WHAFF MIRACLE
I ran out of whiff-whaffs
That always made my day
Gave me some strong laughs
Ping-ponging them, every time I'd play
Now things are not the same
For a decade I had them like my veins
Like my eyes that protected them insane
Now in my head deep inside, it just rains
Clustered in my cotton round domain
There are only migraines and pain
The agony of this dreadful slain
Of my buddies, I so much miss in vain
On tables that lined up in a perfect row,
Their surface a shining sea of green, ...
That always made my day
Gave me some strong laughs
Ping-ponging them, every time I'd play
Now things are not the same
For a decade I had them like my veins
Like my eyes that protected them insane
Now in my head deep inside, it just rains
Clustered in my cotton round domain
There are only migraines and pain
The agony of this dreadful slain
Of my buddies, I so much miss in vain
On tables that lined up in a perfect row,
Their surface a shining sea of green, ...
#sports
#metaphor
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Connotation
Poem Published
29th Oct 2023 1:19am
29th Oct 2023 1:19am
Poetic Justice
In the human spirit, there is incapacity, incapable of discernment, that allocates the choice to believe in misconstrued context, semantics, interpretation, and subjection, creating what good and evil is to be, irresponsibly.
This is an obscure ambiguity between what is judgement, and what is opinion, which is somehow deemed a necessary personality trait, going through the experience of life.
Articulate details of witticism turn into an extreme insanity, exemplified in explicit, particular, erroneous assumption.
An over-generalized, encompassing, immoral...
This is an obscure ambiguity between what is judgement, and what is opinion, which is somehow deemed a necessary personality trait, going through the experience of life.
Articulate details of witticism turn into an extreme insanity, exemplified in explicit, particular, erroneous assumption.
An over-generalized, encompassing, immoral...
#identity
#learning
#metaphor
#philosophical
#morality
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Connotation
Poem Published
20th Sep 2023 5:32am
20th Sep 2023 5:32am
The Fallen Fallacy of Politics
They're dancing around the fire for rain. For a moment, bright bursts of flames, fractalizing into the sky. Awe and wonder. Brief, but captivating, an exit of light. A celebration of the pointing finger. Number one. To burn the seasoned growth of life. The crops, cracked, and dry. As night leaves ashes, an aching ground. Twisted, warped aesthetics are a gross enamor. Revelry, taking for granted the precious gift and balance of what is given.
A poison warning - skull and bones. Do not imbibe the potion of the night. Peering in the crystal ball, everyone sees lightning....
A poison warning - skull and bones. Do not imbibe the potion of the night. Peering in the crystal ball, everyone sees lightning....
#spiritual
#prose
#humankind
#metaphor
#morality
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Connotation
Poem Published
5th Jul 2023 2:25am
5th Jul 2023 2:25am
Judgment (Tangent)
The irony of judgment is that any accusatory subjection is often vicarious, to just about anyone. Guilt is present, whether you're offending, or being defensive. We all share observation in attention span. To some level or degree, it will elicit guilt, even in the accuser!
The accuser is disassociating something that they've been guilty in, and attempting to relieve their own insecurity, as to assume they would never do what they're accusing of, or that they never have been guilty of the same thing. They may not be aware of it, or they may just flat out presume innocence, so...
The accuser is disassociating something that they've been guilty in, and attempting to relieve their own insecurity, as to assume they would never do what they're accusing of, or that they never have been guilty of the same thing. They may not be aware of it, or they may just flat out presume innocence, so...
#LifeStruggles
#humankind
#metaphor
#philosophical
#morality
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