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.
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
30th Mar 2022 9:07pm
30th Mar 2022 9:07pm
Maelstrom
my storm can't be controlled
it is a wild tsunami of feeling
with the rolling thunder of passion
clouded with doubt
I am a woman in flux
the winds in my valley blow,
across the plains of my frustrations
with an internal lust
sensual in my presentation
my wants and desire peak
brewing with a southernly tempest
hello, I am chaos
it's nice to meet you
a mischievous soul gallivants in my sanctuary
he is my spirit child
born of the need of you
coming together as one on the aether ...
it is a wild tsunami of feeling
with the rolling thunder of passion
clouded with doubt
I am a woman in flux
the winds in my valley blow,
across the plains of my frustrations
with an internal lust
sensual in my presentation
my wants and desire peak
brewing with a southernly tempest
hello, I am chaos
it's nice to meet you
a mischievous soul gallivants in my sanctuary
he is my spirit child
born of the need of you
coming together as one on the aether ...
#love
#metaphor
#symbolism
306 reads
1 Comment
cold_fusion
Poem Published
28th Mar 2022 1:23am
28th Mar 2022 1:23am
the insignficance of (a) man
the islands
of
us
there's earth
and then
there's water
~
.
of
us
there's earth
and then
there's water
~
.
#spiritual
#humankind
#philosophical #symbolism
#philosophical #symbolism
584 reads
cold_fusion
Poem Published
25th Mar 2022 00:24am
25th Mar 2022 00:24am
the witness
am the dead tree at the hilltop
a relic
atop the dune
distance
irrelevant for me
for mirages
blur my rune
i see sea
and shifting sands
witness countless
drowning hands
amidst the waves
and on land
am the dead tree atop the hill
have an existence
and no free will
some see a pretty picture
of art
in truth
not much
else.
blue skies
or grey
or the mist from
the ocean spray
change me...
a relic
atop the dune
distance
irrelevant for me
for mirages
blur my rune
i see sea
and shifting sands
witness countless
drowning hands
amidst the waves
and on land
am the dead tree atop the hill
have an existence
and no free will
some see a pretty picture
of art
in truth
not much
else.
blue skies
or grey
or the mist from
the ocean spray
change me...
#nature
#spiritual
#humankind #symbolism
#humankind #symbolism
639 reads
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
17th Feb 2022 10:57pm
17th Feb 2022 10:57pm
PASSING THROUGH THE PROCESS
They say whenever we pass through the universe of space and time, as we sometimes experience an out of body transformation, in the spiritual sense. As it is an exchange of skin and flesh and blood and bones. For even more then what you think it don't mean, behind that close door is not vibes of postjvity but negativity attacking subconscious thoughts with regrets. Filled with nightmares of darkness and tears of hurt and pain leaving one broken in heart and spiritual soul. For the future seems dim and cold uninviting in the mirror, reflection of life for you have to take the good with the...
#dialogue
#metaphor
#philosophical
#StreamOfConsciousness
#symbolism
350 reads
2 Comments
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
239 reads
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
220 reads
5 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
13th Dec 2021 9:44pm
13th Dec 2021 9:44pm
WHAT IS DARKNESS
As the world changes from day into night and uncovers, the darkness like a sheet of black ice that is hard to see. Yet unveiling the crust of a full moon shinny bright against the darken skies. But as the night touches, our soul creating illusions out of dark shadows of faceless faces. That begins to influence our subconsciousness, into believing that which we see is real. For they say it is darkness, that we fear the most whenever we slowly, begin to feel afraid of the unknown. For its only darkness where we go to hide, whenever we don't understand what is truly happening within our lives.
#dialogue
#metaphor
#philosophical
#StreamOfConsciousness
#symbolism
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0 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
606 reads
1 Comment
cold_fusion
Poem Published
29th Oct 2021 12:05pm
29th Oct 2021 12:05pm
...-art
is
what you make
after picking up the
p i ec e s
left by the storm
things falling to ground
breaking into pieces
is but part
of the process.
perhaps this
is
l i f e
wish i could explain that
to the seed
which had just started
to breathe...
.
what you make
after picking up the
p i ec e s
left by the storm
things falling to ground
breaking into pieces
is but part
of the process.
perhaps this
is
l i f e
wish i could explain that
to the seed
which had just started
to breathe...
.
#grief
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
#LifeCycle
#symbolism
972 reads
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
18th Oct 2021 10:50pm
18th Oct 2021 10:50pm
cripes
very few anymore smoke pipes
up a small voice
up a small voice
#symbolism
225 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
432 reads
1 Comment
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
295 reads
2 Comments
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