Symbolism Poems
#symbolism
Here you'll find poems which use symbols to represent intentions or ideas. Symbols include metaphors and similes. A range of poetry where symbols evoke images matching the tone and meaning of the poems.
_feral
Poem Published
13th Apr 2024 11:13am
13th Apr 2024 11:13am
Repurposing a fist
I hear her on one again
and my eye rolls with
don't-even-starts
on a saturday morning
after a circus of
recycled insomnia,
my abdomen cramps
angrily in
what the fuck
have you done
this time pal
I think the last
ball shark
hauled itself
on the shore
baring it's teeth
to leftovers of
my meat
my blood
but I
remember
how you
can't swallow
what you
cannot
take in,
nowadays
I wear tongue
more than
fist.
and my eye rolls with
don't-even-starts
on a saturday morning
after a circus of
recycled insomnia,
my abdomen cramps
angrily in
what the fuck
have you done
this time pal
I think the last
ball shark
hauled itself
on the shore
baring it's teeth
to leftovers of
my meat
my blood
but I
remember
how you
can't swallow
what you
cannot
take in,
nowadays
I wear tongue
more than
fist.
#StreamOfConsciousness
#symbolism
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violet
Vi
Vi
Poem Published
9th Apr 2024 2:22pm
9th Apr 2024 2:22pm
(_ _ _ _)
We don't say it
but our bones melt into one
and become the shape of it.
.
but our bones melt into one
and become the shape of it.
.
#love
#erotic
#FallingInLove
#minimalist
#symbolism
130 reads
11 Comments
Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
5th Apr 2024 8:57am
5th Apr 2024 8:57am
The five holy fires\one virginal
Vesta veiled
venusial vault
mine to keep
a meadow lies open
harvesting awareness
a demure harpsicord
casts my shade
I have long existed
in frocked late frost
masked mildew
melancholia
sings synched
from
my ten fold tiered tiara
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venusial vault
mine to keep
a meadow lies open
harvesting awareness
a demure harpsicord
casts my shade
I have long existed
in frocked late frost
masked mildew
melancholia
sings synched
from
my ten fold tiered tiara
copyrights © owned by Ri
#women
#feminism
#symbolism
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Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
5th Apr 2024 7:15am
5th Apr 2024 7:15am
My painting carries with it the message of pain.
Sometimes there is a dignity in death
beauty in decay of a wounded hart
flora and fauna have escaped from
beneath these hands
I am a roe deer gallantly galloping
he adorns me with his voice
galvanized in each corner
burst at my spine ravenous
each chasm tingling
over my spinal cord
Diego is my canvas
adorned with his venemous arrows
I enveloped my artisan soul
from him rivers rise
his hands are a phoenix
coaxed figurines dancing
molen red...
beauty in decay of a wounded hart
flora and fauna have escaped from
beneath these hands
I am a roe deer gallantly galloping
he adorns me with his voice
galvanized in each corner
burst at my spine ravenous
each chasm tingling
over my spinal cord
Diego is my canvas
adorned with his venemous arrows
I enveloped my artisan soul
from him rivers rise
his hands are a phoenix
coaxed figurines dancing
molen red...
#shadows
#art
#symbolism
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Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2024 10:08pm
2nd Apr 2024 10:08pm
Drawing Elven star
Sun
speaks
innate oscular path
solar fingertipped
Wind
sanctum wheel
sylph songs
feathering
lightly
Magic
trembling thimbles
bearing bluebells
lulling lyres
Tree
ogham bewrote
kept within
birch wrists
Intentions inhaled
exiled empress
purities
imploded purely
Moon
Miraculous
refraction
held attune
lunar listening
Water
lilting aqua acquaintance
sapphire mermaids
swimining
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speaks
innate oscular path
solar fingertipped
Wind
sanctum wheel
sylph songs
feathering
lightly
Magic
trembling thimbles
bearing bluebells
lulling lyres
Tree
ogham bewrote
kept within
birch wrists
Intentions inhaled
exiled empress
purities
imploded purely
Moon
Miraculous
refraction
held attune
lunar listening
Water
lilting aqua acquaintance
sapphire mermaids
swimining
copyrights © owned by Ri
#universe
#magic
#symbolism
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1 Comment
Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
21st Mar 2024 3:37pm
21st Mar 2024 3:37pm
Ostara
Monastic ripples fade
in gratitude we bowed our heads
to celebrant silence
I dream in hints of hibiscus
white crowned magnolia blossoms
have covered this path
I came here to bring the last salmon home
entered into miasma wind
magpies mimicked
vernally so
I was not defined by name
now I am earthen
gestating
Annwyn
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https://youtu.be/6_aPsWBrMtU
in gratitude we bowed our heads
to celebrant silence
I dream in hints of hibiscus
white crowned magnolia blossoms
have covered this path
I came here to bring the last salmon home
entered into miasma wind
magpies mimicked
vernally so
I was not defined by name
now I am earthen
gestating
Annwyn
copyrights © owned by Ri
https://youtu.be/6_aPsWBrMtU
#dark
#pagan
#symbolism
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5 Comments
poeticdelight
Poem Published
16th Mar 2024 9:33pm
16th Mar 2024 9:33pm
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
65 reads
2 Comments
Sukisushicrown
Poem Published
15th Mar 2024 3:16am
15th Mar 2024 3:16am
Brutal silence. Part 2
Outside with him. Attachment.
Was I not worth an angry hand?
I feel better, loved,when touches me.
Skin on skin.
Face-to-face expectation.
The sadness of the other side.
He gave to me .
He is everything.
Everything is within him.
I met him at sixteen.
My Mind wasn't mine.
I wouldn't change a thing.
Stepping out of the "window."
Time proceeded time.
For when we were young.
Love felt like soft,
full of hope,un-sung hero's, butterfly dreams.
I can't love anyone...
Was I not worth an angry hand?
I feel better, loved,when touches me.
Skin on skin.
Face-to-face expectation.
The sadness of the other side.
He gave to me .
He is everything.
Everything is within him.
I met him at sixteen.
My Mind wasn't mine.
I wouldn't change a thing.
Stepping out of the "window."
Time proceeded time.
For when we were young.
Love felt like soft,
full of hope,un-sung hero's, butterfly dreams.
I can't love anyone...
#symbolism
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
13th Mar 2024 2:51am
13th Mar 2024 2:51am
TO THE VETERANS THAT SERVED
I AM A VETERAN AN OLDE SOLDIER 👏 There is something I need to say about the establishment of those, we elected to stand up for us the citizens 🤨 I'm gonna keep it real for the American dream is dead???🤔 For I know someone out there somewhere are asking, what is that all about and what does that mean??🤨 For example what that means if you were a veteran, and became HOMELESS AND PUT OUT OF YOUR OWN HOME 🏡 For don't you see👁️👁️ what is happening in the world 🌍 day in and day out, because of the DEMOCRATS AND BIDEN...
#dialogue
#CallToAction
#StreamOfConsciousness
#symbolism
#epic
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1 Comment
Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
18th Feb 2024 12:03pm
18th Feb 2024 12:03pm
Obtaining obscurity
perhaps death is the only warrior left alive
where as dying plants inhale
birthing promises
spring is spelled
but how do I stand at this gate?
all gods are granite
bricks paved with sacred cloth
their binding books
did not save us
we called it war
I was not mentioned
intrinsic hunger gave me reason
to drink from primordial void
I am Audhumla
some call me the wealthy cow
though frost fed on my milk
my bestial shade was burdened
for ice may melt
...
where as dying plants inhale
birthing promises
spring is spelled
but how do I stand at this gate?
all gods are granite
bricks paved with sacred cloth
their binding books
did not save us
we called it war
I was not mentioned
intrinsic hunger gave me reason
to drink from primordial void
I am Audhumla
some call me the wealthy cow
though frost fed on my milk
my bestial shade was burdened
for ice may melt
...
#dark
#war
#humankind #symbolism
#humankind #symbolism
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2 Comments
Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
16th Feb 2024 6:56pm
16th Feb 2024 6:56pm
beloved Beth
Longer has lingered
her silken ebon hair
now quartzlike
that evening would never come
when after I tucked her in
held her icy palm
pressed against mine
I never would see her
quite like this until returned
she came freed from her dying bed
humming wounded white deer
through our antlers
we exchange speaking volumes
velocities rain rivulets
she is the half moon
I visited deep miasma
swam foster waters
I am cloaked in her fur
where her voice
struck a cord...
her silken ebon hair
now quartzlike
that evening would never come
when after I tucked her in
held her icy palm
pressed against mine
I never would see her
quite like this until returned
she came freed from her dying bed
humming wounded white deer
through our antlers
we exchange speaking volumes
velocities rain rivulets
she is the half moon
I visited deep miasma
swam foster waters
I am cloaked in her fur
where her voice
struck a cord...
#love
#mother
#memories #symbolism
#memories #symbolism
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wolfatthedoor1966
Poem Published
6th Feb 2024 5:41am
6th Feb 2024 5:41am
a poet's web
how you spin your poetry
like an intricate spider's web,
catching each unsuspecting reader
in the silky lines of your tales,
seducing us into a trance
surrounding us with fine threads,
inviting us to a written show
dining on the words we read.
like an intricate spider's web,
catching each unsuspecting reader
in the silky lines of your tales,
seducing us into a trance
surrounding us with fine threads,
inviting us to a written show
dining on the words we read.
#rhyming
#metaphor
#symbolism
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