Metaphor by Top Critiquers Poems
#metaphor
Of Maps, Stitches and Pain
Life has never been that simple
It can resonate through hard crashes
Metaphorically with symbols and cymbals
Like a tiny cap and needle on a thimble
In which the smallest detail causes some pain
And once the fabric of life is woven
Through every crinkle, crease and wrinkle
All the stitches will have created a pattern
Resembling a map to where we are going
But mostly, where we have been
It can resonate through hard crashes
Metaphorically with symbols and cymbals
Like a tiny cap and needle on a thimble
In which the smallest detail causes some pain
And once the fabric of life is woven
Through every crinkle, crease and wrinkle
All the stitches will have created a pattern
Resembling a map to where we are going
But mostly, where we have been
#hope
#inspirational
#LifeCycle #metaphor
#LifeCycle #metaphor
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Faded Rose
tender emotions well inside me
honesty in presentation my heart swells
tears form, I hide them inside, you never see them
you only see the glare of pain
it touches the hurt spots, that make me afraid of losing
a family of generations
attached to me, each in a unique way
my understanding shaken I stood alone
I didn't see the tears in your eyes
my eyes shone too brightly
then diminished in the light that glittered more than me
my Delta Dawn was a faded rose
divinely flavored with sorrow
you sup at God's breast
and...
honesty in presentation my heart swells
tears form, I hide them inside, you never see them
you only see the glare of pain
it touches the hurt spots, that make me afraid of losing
a family of generations
attached to me, each in a unique way
my understanding shaken I stood alone
I didn't see the tears in your eyes
my eyes shone too brightly
then diminished in the light that glittered more than me
my Delta Dawn was a faded rose
divinely flavored with sorrow
you sup at God's breast
and...
#love
#MeToo
#metaphor
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The Poet
The silhouette of her soul glistened
in the falling twilight.
Her eyes were haunted by yearn.
Her heart beating brimming with woven words.
Concealing her secrets in velvet prose.
She lay in a field of midnight sky.
Stars of thoughts a sweet scattering
throughout her mind.
She tears through her fibers of ecstasy
to extract the underlying debris of pain.
A chrysalis of dark euphoria
Starkly alive on the page.
in the falling twilight.
Her eyes were haunted by yearn.
Her heart beating brimming with woven words.
Concealing her secrets in velvet prose.
She lay in a field of midnight sky.
Stars of thoughts a sweet scattering
throughout her mind.
She tears through her fibers of ecstasy
to extract the underlying debris of pain.
A chrysalis of dark euphoria
Starkly alive on the page.
#WritingPoetry
#metaphor
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OLD WRITING TRUTHS NEEDED TODAY
NOTES
As I was going through old files,
papers, and notes from college days
I came across a graduate course
folder with the following writing tips.
1. Don't try to guess what people want to hear
from you; first, figure out what you have to say.
2. Rejection is a sure sign you are a serious writer.
3. Original thoughts flow quickly; borrowed ones don't.
4. Writing can, and does, take place at any time or place.
5. Few critics are on the Bestseller List.
6. You can't write effectively out of ignorance.
7. The first quality of a...
As I was going through old files,
papers, and notes from college days
I came across a graduate course
folder with the following writing tips.
1. Don't try to guess what people want to hear
from you; first, figure out what you have to say.
2. Rejection is a sure sign you are a serious writer.
3. Original thoughts flow quickly; borrowed ones don't.
4. Writing can, and does, take place at any time or place.
5. Few critics are on the Bestseller List.
6. You can't write effectively out of ignorance.
7. The first quality of a...
#rhyming
#dialogue
#uplifting
#emotional
#metaphor
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Closets
Be they small, medium or large,
are cubicles of comfort
Places to hide, think, cry,
Drink…
Safe haven to spew all the dark matter, from my heart of gold
Where no one can diminish
my thoughts and how I say them
From the depth of every level of despair, or joy
I shed my fears and loathsome disdain for every upset I endure
Alone yet, not lonely, I share another’s pain
For when I admit to self hate you’ll be there for me, with me
I am whole again, I am enough~
alone in my zone
...
are cubicles of comfort
Places to hide, think, cry,
Drink…
Safe haven to spew all the dark matter, from my heart of gold
Where no one can diminish
my thoughts and how I say them
From the depth of every level of despair, or joy
I shed my fears and loathsome disdain for every upset I endure
Alone yet, not lonely, I share another’s pain
For when I admit to self hate you’ll be there for me, with me
I am whole again, I am enough~
alone in my zone
...
#alcohol
#confessional
#myself #metaphor
#myself #metaphor
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wanting to impress you
i want to
impress you,
to swim
around
in
your mind,
to be
different,
to let
you in
to all of
my secrets,
to seal in
each thought,
and use
my tongue
like
your sunrise.
impress you,
to swim
around
in
your mind,
to be
different,
to let
you in
to all of
my secrets,
to seal in
each thought,
and use
my tongue
like
your sunrise.
#learning
#acceptance
#emotional
#metaphor
#determination
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Hiding from the very thing I thought I wanted most
It feels safe here
A gentle escape from fame
My disguise working well
Even the guy at the Deli on the corner
Didn't pay me no mind
I asked for hazelnut instead of regular
It smells great but taste is often lacking
The story of my life wraps around coffee
I tried so hard to achieve greatness
Now hiding from the very thing I thought I wanted most
Everyone wants a piece of your privacy
Selling my soul for headlines was a mistake
I couldn't have known then, to busy with my arrogance
Shit, he put sugar in my...
A gentle escape from fame
My disguise working well
Even the guy at the Deli on the corner
Didn't pay me no mind
I asked for hazelnut instead of regular
It smells great but taste is often lacking
The story of my life wraps around coffee
I tried so hard to achieve greatness
Now hiding from the very thing I thought I wanted most
Everyone wants a piece of your privacy
Selling my soul for headlines was a mistake
I couldn't have known then, to busy with my arrogance
Shit, he put sugar in my...
#identity
#coffee
#myself
#PopCulture
#metaphor
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The Politics of Fish
Young fish sniff for bait
that could cost their peace
when swallowing it
But discerning adults
who remain uncaught
are smart
Refusing to be played
by false lures of insult
to their intelligence
Wise vertebrate
disempower fisherwo/men
who toss shit for bait
by swimming around the stench
Those are the fish
who maintain their peace
choosing waters of love instead
~
that could cost their peace
when swallowing it
But discerning adults
who remain uncaught
are smart
Refusing to be played
by false lures of insult
to their intelligence
Wise vertebrate
disempower fisherwo/men
who toss shit for bait
by swimming around the stench
Those are the fish
who maintain their peace
choosing waters of love instead
~
#metaphor
#philosophical
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LOVE OF MY LIFE, I COME
(With apologies to author of the hymn, "O Lamb of God, I come", to whose tune it could also be sung.)
Just as I am, without one plea
For my Adam-like nudity
But warmth of love you have for me,
Love of my life, I come.
Just as I am, without a clout,
What clothes we wore now strewn about.
Desires within now come without.
Love of my life, I come.
Just I am you shall receive
Me, as to each other we cleave.
Your wedding promise I believe,
Love of my life, I come.
Just as I am (the love we own
Has broken...
Just as I am, without one plea
For my Adam-like nudity
But warmth of love you have for me,
Love of my life, I come.
Just as I am, without a clout,
What clothes we wore now strewn about.
Desires within now come without.
Love of my life, I come.
Just I am you shall receive
Me, as to each other we cleave.
Your wedding promise I believe,
Love of my life, I come.
Just as I am (the love we own
Has broken...
#love
#marriage
#lover
#metaphor
#symbolism
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Twisted Highway
How did we end up where we are
thinking only of the past nothing for tomorrow
as if how we used to be is the only way
to get back all and be together
are our tears of sorrow
bandages of what we know
to hurt within our body and soul
to love apart yet live with each other
it’s easy for you to rest and slumber
for me each heartbeat without you is a knife
that seems to stab me every time I want to remember
that living without you is my lot in life
it’s the twists and turns of our fate
to love apart to be near and...
thinking only of the past nothing for tomorrow
as if how we used to be is the only way
to get back all and be together
are our tears of sorrow
bandages of what we know
to hurt within our body and soul
to love apart yet live with each other
it’s easy for you to rest and slumber
for me each heartbeat without you is a knife
that seems to stab me every time I want to remember
that living without you is my lot in life
it’s the twists and turns of our fate
to love apart to be near and...
#love
#ILoveYou
#IMissYou
#metaphor
#StreamOfConsciousness
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Amok Time
#dialogue
#WritingPoetry
#metaphor
#philosophical
#scifi
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Cycling a Poetic Ride
I will take my old red bike for a ride
when the muse sends a breeze from the hill
no matter what time, be it warmth or chill
i'll follow my feel, and Nature's tide
It may be midnight, dawn, or at dusk
when the tingle stirs a dormant nerve
i may even not be in such a hot verve
frozen with cold, or in the sun, i bask
I ride my bike sometimes at midnight
hear the engine rolling over its tires
an onomatopoeia sounds like barbed wires
sniper in the bush,lying out of sight
As i ride my bike i feel...
when the muse sends a breeze from the hill
no matter what time, be it warmth or chill
i'll follow my feel, and Nature's tide
It may be midnight, dawn, or at dusk
when the tingle stirs a dormant nerve
i may even not be in such a hot verve
frozen with cold, or in the sun, i bask
I ride my bike sometimes at midnight
hear the engine rolling over its tires
an onomatopoeia sounds like barbed wires
sniper in the bush,lying out of sight
As i ride my bike i feel...
#uplifting
#emotional
#metaphor
#StreamOfConsciousness
#symbolism
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