Popular Metaphor Poems

blushing ruby red
cacao buds studded
firm with a seducingly
corner bitten, an
astringent loaded
fleshy nascence

tempers
in a vehemently
stringing stream of
viscous springs

becomes
frailty flushed- a
desiccation out
of it’s succulence- as an
impoverished layering
of papery nibs that’s

broken unto
million liberating
shards of ecstasy.. in
punctures of a pain~
pleasuring abrasion… until
that monumentally
incremental- a peak
almost yet
...

In streaks dawn is painted.
I as an observer will place a stethoscope towards all skies . Sometimes bursting into budding roses. In these times passing when hearing will become listening. This eternal global rhythm will become known. My fountain pen is clad in deep dark rivers where firstly I was a bird. Long before my aching bones nestled into winged words,
 
In oceanic knowing I delved into viral pools. That night I  had awoken to strange intrinsic images being woven into a pattern. A lucid dream told me a cross lined pattern where dim light shone. A cloak collected me...

viz: ceasefire

my mind turns with the seasons
it is always so
lifting on the airs searching the winds, while I wander
sigh to touch the sky
to fly untethered

my soul reaches out to nature
reading tea leaves and people's faces
an empath I feel so much
which is sometimes too heavy
to escape for a moment to where it's fresh

so often the body makes me feel, clausterphobic
my being longs to be untethered
reaching the limits of my binds
pulling on the restraints
and take off
astral traveling

I return from my voyage ...