Symbolism Seeking Friendly Advice Poems
#symbolism
CanDyFloss_72Monet
Poem Published
17th Apr 2023 5:38pm
17th Apr 2023 5:38pm
Protected words
Digging feverishly,
in the valley of the 'not to be exhumed,used.'
They didn't take the curse,
serious,seriously.
White as a sheet,within weeks became weak.
Very mysteriously,these greedy men had to unfortunately
learn from their stupidity.
Utilised,impress the words,upon imbued,
with the source,these magical forces,sat upon,
Sat upon measurements.
Keep digging,feverishly digging.
And all your dreams will come true.
Like a coin, the same but not.
Womb...
in the valley of the 'not to be exhumed,used.'
They didn't take the curse,
serious,seriously.
White as a sheet,within weeks became weak.
Very mysteriously,these greedy men had to unfortunately
learn from their stupidity.
Utilised,impress the words,upon imbued,
with the source,these magical forces,sat upon,
Sat upon measurements.
Keep digging,feverishly digging.
And all your dreams will come true.
Like a coin, the same but not.
Womb...
#symbolism
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CanDyFloss_72Monet
Poem Published
27th Mar 2023 12:26pm
27th Mar 2023 12:26pm
Home-made.
A home-made desire.
A horny,corny attitude on view.
A pea soup liar,
once in mouth,
no need to repeatedly chew.
Some smelt,felt,mashed potatoes.
Consumed by slick flora butter,
melting bright yellow,
trickle down chin forever.
A home-made desire.
A questionable digested of
pea soup,horny corny,mashed potatoes
and home-made kneaded bread.
And enjoy,with our compliments.
© CandyFlossMonet. March 2023
A horny,corny attitude on view.
A pea soup liar,
once in mouth,
no need to repeatedly chew.
Some smelt,felt,mashed potatoes.
Consumed by slick flora butter,
melting bright yellow,
trickle down chin forever.
A home-made desire.
A questionable digested of
pea soup,horny corny,mashed potatoes
and home-made kneaded bread.
And enjoy,with our compliments.
© CandyFlossMonet. March 2023
#honesty
#uplifting
#symbolism
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CanDyFloss_72Monet
Poem Published
17th Mar 2023 7:23pm
17th Mar 2023 7:23pm
Flavour less.
Assorted flavours.
I'm Better known as plain.
Assorted flavours.
I'm known by my smell.
Plain crisps flavoured,Jane smell.
Although I prefer,"Salt and Vinegar."
But I'm still known as plain Jane.
©CandyFlossMonet.March 2023
I'm Better known as plain.
Assorted flavours.
I'm known by my smell.
Plain crisps flavoured,Jane smell.
Although I prefer,"Salt and Vinegar."
But I'm still known as plain Jane.
©CandyFlossMonet.March 2023
#symbolism
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Vampyre497
Poem Published
23rd Sep 2022 3:32pm
23rd Sep 2022 3:32pm
Syndromes Down The Rabbit Hole
My unseated vertigo overtly strong
As the walls become infinite long
My senses are leading me wrong
They all collapse to cover oblong
The colors flash back-and-forth
Light-to-dark, my focus dearth
I’ll break my brain, just like a hearth
Down the rabbit hole
I know - it’s a - lie I - know it’s
A dream – I know – it will – end I
know I’ll – be fine – I will – be fine
I will – be fine – I will – be fine
Vast, empty chasm of fear
The focus fluctuates never being clear
The echoes continue at beck-and-call
I...
As the walls become infinite long
My senses are leading me wrong
They all collapse to cover oblong
The colors flash back-and-forth
Light-to-dark, my focus dearth
I’ll break my brain, just like a hearth
Down the rabbit hole
I know - it’s a - lie I - know it’s
A dream – I know – it will – end I
know I’ll – be fine – I will – be fine
I will – be fine – I will – be fine
Vast, empty chasm of fear
The focus fluctuates never being clear
The echoes continue at beck-and-call
I...
#dreams
#death
#memories #symbolism
#memories #symbolism
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stardiamond
Poem Published
21st Jun 2022 7:03am
21st Jun 2022 7:03am
When Will I Bite Into A Rotten Apple?
I tend to an apple tree in my backyard, pouring out all I have
On my hands and knees, I pull the thorny weeds
Its fruit so sweet, my calloused hands scorched with blisters
become soft as a mothers song, even for
just a bite
On my hands and knees, I pull the thorny weeds
Its fruit so sweet, my calloused hands scorched with blisters
become soft as a mothers song, even for
just a bite
#anxiety
#friendship
#disappointment
#bittersweet
#symbolism
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1 Comment
oskar
Poem Published
16th Feb 2022 1:04pm
16th Feb 2022 1:04pm
is tanka a poem
Is Tanka a poem
We the classless
seek no revolution only fairness
we like quality
a well-balanced diet
and cold German lager.
The stinking rich
one assumes they do not bath
can continue to pong
we seek no egalitarianism
only German lager.
We the classless
seek no revolution only fairness
we like quality
a well-balanced diet
and cold German lager.
The stinking rich
one assumes they do not bath
can continue to pong
we seek no egalitarianism
only German lager.
#minimalist
#emotional
#metaphor
#philosophical
#symbolism
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1 Comment
Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
9th Feb 2022 4:18pm
9th Feb 2022 4:18pm
Haiku: Soar
Raptor royalty
freedom's avian emblem
feathered majesty
freedom's avian emblem
feathered majesty
#birds
#nature
#freedom #symbolism
#freedom #symbolism
225 reads
5 Comments
Shinobi
Poem Published
30th Oct 2021 5:10am
30th Oct 2021 5:10am
A Gothic Poem
man made rust, and diamond dust
broken vessels of the arcane
spell spoken from ruby lips
rhyming like a poetic refrain
how my pulse races...
haunted remnants of the wilting rose
blows through argent winds
scarlet sunburst, crimson petals
electric blue avenues, welcoming
the highway man's smoking barrel
the colors snap poloroids...
I'm not sub-human
my roots are buried deep
as the moon dangles wafer-thin
and the river calls to me
coiling on the forest floor
there is a...
broken vessels of the arcane
spell spoken from ruby lips
rhyming like a poetic refrain
how my pulse races...
haunted remnants of the wilting rose
blows through argent winds
scarlet sunburst, crimson petals
electric blue avenues, welcoming
the highway man's smoking barrel
the colors snap poloroids...
I'm not sub-human
my roots are buried deep
as the moon dangles wafer-thin
and the river calls to me
coiling on the forest floor
there is a...
#SylviaPlath
#sensual
#witches
#symbolism
#fear
619 reads
1 Comment
Shinobi
Poem Published
30th Sep 2021 1:09pm
30th Sep 2021 1:09pm
Death of A Crane
toppling towers
fall into rough seas
speak dying crane
tides rolling in
as crab scuttles pass
a diving beak
crash of waves
washing up mermaids
sing sweet melodies
tiptoe on panes of glass
waft rats they scurry
into fishing nets
dying crane
finds a herringbone
to snack upon at dawn
as the lotus blossom
drifts down the stream
of memory
fall into rough seas
speak dying crane
tides rolling in
as crab scuttles pass
a diving beak
crash of waves
washing up mermaids
sing sweet melodies
tiptoe on panes of glass
waft rats they scurry
into fishing nets
dying crane
finds a herringbone
to snack upon at dawn
as the lotus blossom
drifts down the stream
of memory
#sea
#birds
#water
#haiku
#symbolism
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Shinobi
Poem Published
27th Sep 2021 2:44pm
27th Sep 2021 2:44pm
Helen Bonham Carter
Burly Bertha, the barmaid
was quite buxom beneath her bodice
Sir Billy he's a dashing blade
he squims in his seat like a mollusk
piper pipes at the gate at dawn
you hear his gayity in his song
shut your cake hole, but I prefer pie
top of the pops, and cherries never stop
growing from branches,
waiting to be plucked
whale bone, xylophone played at night
bubblegum pop gets caught in your hair
swatting at flies with the evening news
the...
was quite buxom beneath her bodice
Sir Billy he's a dashing blade
he squims in his seat like a mollusk
piper pipes at the gate at dawn
you hear his gayity in his song
shut your cake hole, but I prefer pie
top of the pops, and cherries never stop
growing from branches,
waiting to be plucked
whale bone, xylophone played at night
bubblegum pop gets caught in your hair
swatting at flies with the evening news
the...
#rhyming
#funny
#luck
#crush
#symbolism
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2 Comments
Shinobi
Poem Published
26th Sep 2021 12:31pm
26th Sep 2021 12:31pm
Mummy Dust
There will be hell to pay!"
I heard him shout out
shaking the rafters so...
dust drifted down
into my gaping mouth
the taste of old whiskey
as avarice
greets my dry tongue
like scorched flesh
standing to close to fire
"There will be hell to pay!"
blackbirds sing from their pulpits
craved oak benches giving me splinters
whilst I lull my days in the chapel
those scriptures that they speak
becomes gibberish in my ears
mummy dust settles,from the trestle
drifts...
I heard him shout out
shaking the rafters so...
dust drifted down
into my gaping mouth
the taste of old whiskey
as avarice
greets my dry tongue
like scorched flesh
standing to close to fire
"There will be hell to pay!"
blackbirds sing from their pulpits
craved oak benches giving me splinters
whilst I lull my days in the chapel
those scriptures that they speak
becomes gibberish in my ears
mummy dust settles,from the trestle
drifts...
#politics
#America
#FreeVerse
#SylviaPlath
#symbolism
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Numer90
Numer0-un0
Numer0-un0
Poem Published
15th May 2021 8:11pm
15th May 2021 8:11pm
LET IT ALL OUT!
Verse 1
Am all set in a disco..
What a mind blowing sound flow..
Let it out..
Armors on point..
Let it out..
Barriers on flood..
Let it out..
Carriers no choice..
Let it out..
Dummies now go dumb..
Let it out..
All my five gears done wore..
Fellas up front in systole..
Fellas back here in diastole..
When I set my foot on turbo..
You will see town square don't blow..
Taj mahal doesn't flow..
Even the Pentagon don't poll..
The pores on...
Am all set in a disco..
What a mind blowing sound flow..
Let it out..
Armors on point..
Let it out..
Barriers on flood..
Let it out..
Carriers no choice..
Let it out..
Dummies now go dumb..
Let it out..
All my five gears done wore..
Fellas up front in systole..
Fellas back here in diastole..
When I set my foot on turbo..
You will see town square don't blow..
Taj mahal doesn't flow..
Even the Pentagon don't poll..
The pores on...
#rhyming
#uplifting
#symbolism
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