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.
cabcool
Poem Published
7th Dec 2023 1:09am
7th Dec 2023 1:09am
broken token
A rose must remain with the sun and the rain or its lovely
promise won’t come true.”—Ray Evans
on bended knees my rose now bows,
for broken are the solemn vows
the suitor and his beau made on her head.
tossed through a window in disdain,
her blush shall ne'er be red again,
for, in the cold, she faints, as good as dead.
she whimpers in the cruel earth,
how indisposed, where once her worth
was weightier than tried silver or fine gold!
for lovers, when their filigree
explodes with vexful tyranny,
get burnt,...
promise won’t come true.”—Ray Evans
on bended knees my rose now bows,
for broken are the solemn vows
the suitor and his beau made on her head.
tossed through a window in disdain,
her blush shall ne'er be red again,
for, in the cold, she faints, as good as dead.
she whimpers in the cruel earth,
how indisposed, where once her worth
was weightier than tried silver or fine gold!
for lovers, when their filigree
explodes with vexful tyranny,
get burnt,...
#relationships
#romantic
#rose
#FallingInLove
#symbolism
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3 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
15th Nov 2023 1:41am
15th Nov 2023 1:41am
curse
obviously the only way out is through the door marked exit, but what if
it’s a trick, no one expects it to be
anything other than what it says, but what if it isn’t what it says, what if it simply leads to something worse ..
it’s a trick, no one expects it to be
anything other than what it says, but what if it isn’t what it says, what if it simply leads to something worse ..
#symbolism
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1 Comment
neves
Poem Published
12th Nov 2023 2:37am
12th Nov 2023 2:37am
If Caligula was my bitch
I would demand him
to say he was godless
make him run beside my chariot
for hours on a leash slowly stripping
away his toga, watching members
of the senate spill wine unable to
control their contagious laughter
i'd privately tease him by prophesying
Nero will be better in years to come,
watch him cry as he tastes his own flesh
cooked underneath a burning Capri sun,
hush his constant howling by reminding
him nobody wishes a baby tyrant to
be the face and figure of Rome
I'd claim his...
to say he was godless
make him run beside my chariot
for hours on a leash slowly stripping
away his toga, watching members
of the senate spill wine unable to
control their contagious laughter
i'd privately tease him by prophesying
Nero will be better in years to come,
watch him cry as he tastes his own flesh
cooked underneath a burning Capri sun,
hush his constant howling by reminding
him nobody wishes a baby tyrant to
be the face and figure of Rome
I'd claim his...
#dark
#historical
#symbolism
294 reads
3 Comments
neves
Poem Published
10th Nov 2023 1:37am
10th Nov 2023 1:37am
Subdue
I will have time
inside your mind
a centre stage
you in the light
close your eyes,
feel unrestrained
when i become
most unkind
i will have time
inside your mind
a centre stage
you in the light
open your eyes,
you are adrift
with my teeth
in your skin
I will have time
inside your mind
a centre stage
you in the light
close your eyes,
open your eyes
you are tied
to be untied.
inside your mind
a centre stage
you in the light
close your eyes,
feel unrestrained
when i become
most unkind
i will have time
inside your mind
a centre stage
you in the light
open your eyes,
you are adrift
with my teeth
in your skin
I will have time
inside your mind
a centre stage
you in the light
close your eyes,
open your eyes
you are tied
to be untied.
#symbolism
261 reads
2 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
30th Oct 2023 00:08am
30th Oct 2023 00:08am
drumming
He who marches out of line hears another drum.―Ken Kesey
the poetry of skin and wood,
read by the fingers of the dreadlocks man;
vernacular in rhythmic mood,
syllabicated by the dextral span.
impetuousity cares nought
for vocal hypocrite or charlatan;
yet sotto voce voices, sought
in taut percussion, sate...
the poetry of skin and wood,
read by the fingers of the dreadlocks man;
vernacular in rhythmic mood,
syllabicated by the dextral span.
impetuousity cares nought
for vocal hypocrite or charlatan;
yet sotto voce voices, sought
in taut percussion, sate...
#music
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#healing
#symbolism
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poeticdelight
Hamid
Hamid
Poem Published
27th Oct 2023 3:56pm
27th Oct 2023 3:56pm
Lesson To Learn
Dragonflies as they skim the waters, they leave circles, swirling in their wake.They only scratch the face, but leave so many scars on the lake, and they never look behind, as they go on their skimming spree, another lake to take....
Calm were the lakes, and the swamps, where Water Striders and bugs,scorpions, even nymphs, row their bodies in such comfortable ambience, spending a peaceful stay.But, once the silent dragonfly speaks, all the waters take a whirl, they tremble, the surface collapses, like a Waterquacke, and leaves a recurring turbulence, an epic tribulation...
Calm were the lakes, and the swamps, where Water Striders and bugs,scorpions, even nymphs, row their bodies in such comfortable ambience, spending a peaceful stay.But, once the silent dragonfly speaks, all the waters take a whirl, they tremble, the surface collapses, like a Waterquacke, and leaves a recurring turbulence, an epic tribulation...
#metaphor
#philosophical
#symbolism
177 reads
2 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
10th Oct 2023 10:32am
10th Oct 2023 10:32am
CHILDREN'S IN THE SAND BOX
Let's talk about the people in CONGRESS, and have a REAL serious conversation on WHY DO THOSE. That WHO WE OF SOCIETY APPOINTED AS THE PEOPLE, THAT IS SUPPOSE TO BE HERE TO REPRESENT THE PEOPLE OF THE WORLD. AS THEY SPEND MORE TIME IN THE CHAMBER ROOM ARGUING, AMONGST EACH OTHER AND THEMSELVES, JUST GOING BACK AND FOURTH. YET STILL CAN'T COME TO A REAL, SOLUTION to fix the damn problem. FOR THE TRUE BETTERMENT OF THE WORLD AND IT'S PEOPLE'S.🌍 FOR it reminds me of CHILDRENS playing in the SAND BOX, to see who goes first to play in the sand, or who shall ride the swings on the swing bar...
#politics
#culture
#responsibility
#StreamOfConsciousness
#symbolism
202 reads
2 Comments
VeronikaB
Poem Published
5th Oct 2023 2:15pm
5th Oct 2023 2:15pm
The Myth of Mythos
"We need images and myths through which we can see who we are and what we might become."
〰 Christine Downing 〰
MYTHOS AND LOGOS
In Ancient Greek ways of thinking, patterns of imagining, and waves of feeling Mythos and Logos appear as fraternal twins. Both carry a range of meanings, which lead time and again to the same essence 〰 captured in the English symbiont word.
Logos and Mythos cover the whole territory of phenomena which rely on and are nurtured by the spoken word ::: speech, account, tale, story,...
〰 Christine Downing 〰
MYTHOS AND LOGOS
In Ancient Greek ways of thinking, patterns of imagining, and waves of feeling Mythos and Logos appear as fraternal twins. Both carry a range of meanings, which lead time and again to the same essence 〰 captured in the English symbiont word.
Logos and Mythos cover the whole territory of phenomena which rely on and are nurtured by the spoken word ::: speech, account, tale, story,...
#narrative
#PowerOfWords
#mythology #symbolism
#mythology #symbolism
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DAGODDESS
Poem Published
21st Sep 2023 5:21am
21st Sep 2023 5:21am
Roses in the River
Can I meet you at the waterpark
I’m touching
all your body parts
wherever we are
tell me can I touch it
brushin past
all your buttons
that’s how I get the party start
really wishin we could press start
at the beginning
hard to bet on love if
I can’t see
who’s winning?
we posed to be, twinning but I guess I gotta win alone
face it without you
now I’m wishing that I had a clone
we can’t split a rib
if someone always ends up
picking bones
at least it’s something right
way better...
I’m touching
all your body parts
wherever we are
tell me can I touch it
brushin past
all your buttons
that’s how I get the party start
really wishin we could press start
at the beginning
hard to bet on love if
I can’t see
who’s winning?
we posed to be, twinning but I guess I gotta win alone
face it without you
now I’m wishing that I had a clone
we can’t split a rib
if someone always ends up
picking bones
at least it’s something right
way better...
#power
#FallingInLove
#metaphor
#symbolism
#deception
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1 Comment
Anne-Ri909
Poem Published
13th Aug 2023 3:27pm
13th Aug 2023 3:27pm
S for Synnøve
gilded ram
born on a farmstead
transformed
from 1933
rural poverty
pockets empty
dresses sowed
found
from silver
mountainous trolls
hers would be
a name
gift given
every day cotton
silver
protects
seamstress
stitching
refurnished
lulling laughter
looming
bee
you
enter
devic realm
where
as a plant
you will
soar
again
copyrights © owned by Ri
born on a farmstead
transformed
from 1933
rural poverty
pockets empty
dresses sowed
found
from silver
mountainous trolls
hers would be
a name
gift given
every day cotton
silver
protects
seamstress
stitching
refurnished
lulling laughter
looming
bee
you
enter
devic realm
where
as a plant
you will
soar
again
copyrights © owned by Ri
#astrology
#memories
#nostalgia #symbolism
#nostalgia #symbolism
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Anne-Ri909
Poem Published
13th Aug 2023 12:13pm
13th Aug 2023 12:13pm
Nymphaem
Millennium
celebrations
storms
harvesting abundance
viral veil cast from Spica
I the innate reconstructed
terraces made by roman hands
torching crescent eye
last layer moon
when summer ends
I bring Achilles`bronze heels
coiled crow crowns
lingering linguistics
hand fasting
through water springs
bridal gown of Venus
Incarnated
as
morning star
copyrights © owned by Ri
celebrations
storms
harvesting abundance
viral veil cast from Spica
I the innate reconstructed
terraces made by roman hands
torching crescent eye
last layer moon
when summer ends
I bring Achilles`bronze heels
coiled crow crowns
lingering linguistics
hand fasting
through water springs
bridal gown of Venus
Incarnated
as
morning star
copyrights © owned by Ri
#astrology
#mythology
#symbolism
249 reads
1 Comment
Pishashee
Poem Published
9th Aug 2023 11:14pm
9th Aug 2023 11:14pm
Faith
I didn't know what path to take. The Will, or the character within me, was still unspoken. So weak. Blind measure, blind means. I knew only of faith. I walked with faith in the dark soft light, forever borrowing her gracious heart for strength. We were lonely in the silence of unspoken things. I did believe. Any path would have lead me.
#uplifting
#philosophical
#symbolism
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DU Poetry : Symbolism Poems
