Long Metaphor Poems
#metaphor
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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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
#metaphor
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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Wish I'd Jumped Ship
An ink-tone puddle or bottomless well?
Your love is so daunting
Depth few could admire and perhaps I am no different
as I drown in those sapphire eyes, full of intrigue
Reluctant to explore this shallow bay,
yet feigning ignorance to threats I receive
Bliss eludes conscious minds so I pretend you’re perfect
and uncover my soul to give you all you need
I’ve learned to observe this world from below,
so used to sinking on my own
For once I feel complete
Things as I see them now, are not as I once believed
Promises she’s...
Your love is so daunting
Depth few could admire and perhaps I am no different
as I drown in those sapphire eyes, full of intrigue
Reluctant to explore this shallow bay,
yet feigning ignorance to threats I receive
Bliss eludes conscious minds so I pretend you’re perfect
and uncover my soul to give you all you need
I’ve learned to observe this world from below,
so used to sinking on my own
For once I feel complete
Things as I see them now, are not as I once believed
Promises she’s...
#love
#dark
#sea
#despair
#metaphor
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~The Existential Dragade
1.
::beyond habitat, are their forever presence::
protesting protean, the free~ roaches
in bricks of chitinous- walled amber spirits
& treading over the long enough- the
stained & sinful savagery footpaths..
emerge..
from the brittly bursting
oothecal undergrounds.. to
a being daredevil- a radically
right-winged repellent entity..
on those
slantish fallen faint flicker shady
nightlights
scattering streetsmart .....
::beyond habitat, are their forever presence::
protesting protean, the free~ roaches
in bricks of chitinous- walled amber spirits
& treading over the long enough- the
stained & sinful savagery footpaths..
emerge..
from the brittly bursting
oothecal undergrounds.. to
a being daredevil- a radically
right-winged repellent entity..
on those
slantish fallen faint flicker shady
nightlights
scattering streetsmart .....
#love
#evolution
#surreal
#metaphor
#identity
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F.M.L.A. A.K.A. an ode Two f**ked Minds LeethaLee ANNecdotes...
#rhyming
#metaphor
#philosophical
#symbolism
#epic
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Chyrstaline Chickens
Hawa /wahee
all down sign to
some
under-earth
under-known
unedrography
you
can only count
on what is not,
all late submissions will be (or) Lately
later than
...
all down sign to
some
under-earth
under-known
unedrography
you
can only count
on what is not,
all late submissions will be (or) Lately
later than
...
#heaven
#hell
#redemption
#metaphor
#sacrifice
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WHEN WE TRANSCEND MENTALLY
Even though sometimes things get confusing, as it slowly disengages the depth of your subconsciousness. Merely bringing those days of not being able to even see straight, or even think straight no matter how hard you try to escape from the madness and insanity. But yet beneath the deepness of your mind eyes, only you hold the key to unlocking the deepness within your spiritual subconsciousness. To escape from the madness and insanity that seems, to be nonsense of negativity eating away at your flesh and bones like flies to shit. So you ask thyself in honesty and truth, how can I escape from...
#motivational
#inspirational
#metaphor
#philosophical
#StreamOfConsciousness
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DU Poetry : Long Metaphor Poems