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Passion Metaphor Poems | Metaphor Poems About Passion

These Passion Metaphor poems are examples of Metaphor poems about Passion. These are the best examples of Passion Metaphor poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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Details | Free verse |

Groundswell Girl - Named by JB

Enter a storybook tale
Where I can be 
The heroine you hail
Lucid dreams of soft reflection
A touch heated with lust and desired protection
A breathe a gasp as we succeed 
Join the fairytale with me
Valiant night within dark eyes
the right movement and I make them shine
like moonlight on the steamy hot spring
care to follow for a little dip with me
Trailing like the water at my fingertips
Grasp me around my hips
As close as the breeze on my skin 
Whisper lies as I let you in 
Lips mumbling up my thighs
bare heart exposed to the sky 
fire burning in my veins
Am I a mistress of this lust or simply a slave
Trembling with desire
Take me till we've lost count of the hours
enter this storybook tale
Where I can be the heroine you hail


Details | Epic |

The Uncertian future pt 1

  I would rather be a hammer than a nail. "Yes i would, if I could, out
in the open ocean," would I sail.
If I could, and if I should ! I will not take for granted the physical view of
seeing my mother working herself singlehandily and instill in us the mentality
of endurence that is not to be_______"Misunderstood.."
"If I could, and had I my wings to fly !"  "{for} then I would go somewhere re-
pudated where there is no crime against humanity." My wings to fly, amidst the
yonders on high, and I got into a conversation with the great wise owl. And I ask..
...oh yes-would I, "O'Wise Owl, would you care to tell me...will this bread of (poverty)
be enough to feed my family!"  "I would if I could, is his reply-as he stares out be-
yond the massive blue sky..."Alone this is not the essence of a happy home, but the
everlasting word of knowledge is the fruit of endurence, and God's present in your
life is how feed the Multitudes and recieve the fulness of my seed."  "O'Great Owl..
...I must obey, and then he up's and flies away....(!!!).."
  I rather to have been the diamond than the pearl, if I could, I surily will make the
wealthy pay their share of taxes, and then perhaps it just might be enough to help
feed the hungry childrens of the world.  So, in this divertsified world in which (we) all
live day too day, and play the game of life as if it shall lead us as a metaphor society
to knock on wood.
I rather be in Heaven than in jail if I could, I surily would because I do care, 



Details | Free verse |

Tone Down the Intensity

Tone down the intensity
Is like telling the sun
Not to reach its zenith
Of blazing, scorching heat
Or telling the waterfall
Just as it is ready to gush
Down in a tumult of
Freshness to hold back
At the edge
Or telling the volcano
Seconds away from erupting
Hot molten lava
To reingest the heat
And lie dormant
Or telling the tsunami
That is rushing headlong
To the shoreline
To recede back into
Nothingness and let go
Of its momentum of power
Or the shooting star
To not leave a sparkling trail
As the friction with air
Causes it to burn in brilliance
But to remain motionless
A pale light
On a dotted black sky

Tone down the intensity
For a person who embodies it
Is like telling nature to stand still
With bated breath
When all it wants to do
Is burst into a song of celebration.

Tone down the intensity?
Not a chance…
Tone UP the capacity
To live life!

Eileen Manassian Ghali


Details | Free verse |

Stay Away from the Fire

Stay away from the fire, or you'll get burned:
Something to avoid at all costs and yet….
and YET…
Pain is a primal cry signaling that the fight for life has begun…
It reveals the presence of feelings
Of hopes and dreams
Of stagnant love bursting into streams
A sign of LIFE….LIFE and all it means

“Stay away from the fire, or you’ll get burned,”
Mama wisely said.
Oh, Mama…
I need to feel the pain to know that my stone cold heart is…. 
ALIVE!

Eileen Manassian Ghali


Details | Epic |

Verboten

Breathe seductive it touches my superstition craving your instincts I cant speak in 
fear
of isolation cradle your serenity with manipulated premonitions motives of 
indiscretion 
abandoned by stray inspiration a metaphor that leaves us vulnerable and 
bittersweet 
broken
yet victorious. Aroused by fascinations of pleasure captivated by hypnotized 
surroundings 
the 
obsession torn by September rain, revive those trembling confessions drenched 
with 
deception 
see past the disguise and offer a solution with passionate eyes. Tame the dahlia 
of 
natural 
redemption the want is savage the thrill is the remedy over take this creation and 
satisfy 
the 
agony do the impossible and please me after so many shouts of blasphemy. 
Serpent of 
emptiness I surrender in your mist secrets will be kept at this alter emotional 
cleansing 
set in 
versus verboten.


Details | Iambic Pentameter |

The Flower

As the time passes by season to season. I wait and wonder if this flower will ever grow. Planted so
many  times what seemed to be the right place , but once again it was not right at all. Struggling to
blossom so it can show  its color and beauty to the one that matters most of all. Thirsting for the warmth 
of the sun , starving for the attention , not really asking for much at all. So many times it felt so right , 
but things would change so quickly in the middle of the night and all would be lost. Slowly it would wither 
till there was no hope of blossoming one day. As the time passes by tears fill my eyes and there is nothing 
left to say. I only know that this flower will grow , but not this way. It must  be cared for and understood , 
loved and nourished so it will blossom and grow stronger , more beautiful then any flower you've ever known.
Will this flower ever grow? This is something I do not know. Sad as it may seem, it's even sadder to me , That I 
am that flower that will never grow , didn't you know ?

TC
 


Details | Free verse |

Generic Minds

generic minds listen to generic music
have generic thoughts that are unknowingly abusive
watch generic things talk about generic things
gee this generic *****is spreading like a disease
better get your flu shot 
thats what they said to me
a suicidal vaccine 
a subliminal killing spree
its contagious and the outrageous
thing about it is that the people are blind in an eye
that they didn't even know they had
it's sickening to watch these clueless civilians 
inside the looking glass
with nightmares of being free
without a key to their mind
for it is trapped in the frequency
in the illusion of time
bathed in our universe
killing all that refuse to see
those that admit to hypocracy
or see the message in hip hop
how cant you see
the message in the lyrics that
bring adolescents to their knees
from bullet wounds conflicting their flesh
contradicting that they're the best
but the songs keep telling them that they dont need no rest
that they dont wanna go home
that they should ride alone
with the gat as their only companion
and so the only path they choose is the one that they're told
until they grow old and hope turns to a window pane
inside a window pane, until all they feel is pain
they realize that the music itself is ashamed
so whats to look up to
when you cant even speak when you cant even walk because you look so bleak
your eyes are sunken from the tv you're infested with the dee zees
now its too late to turn around and live for your conscious
so when youre screaming oh please
close your eyes and bring your mind to life
open your eyes for the first time
and never wonder why
since the answer this entire time
has been inside
and you better find it before you die
you dont want your soul to be in a pool with all the others
a buncha brothers missing their mothers
but only seeing strangers
only feeling the haters
wishing they would have used their minds when they had them
and now its too late,
now it's time for another new born fate to grab them


Details | Free verse |

Who Am I

A new photograph floats to the surface
Playfully dressing up as the world around me
Hat, striped socks and all
Tiptoeing at the top for one last sweet moment 
Before sinking back into my ocean mind.

One after another they arrive
Single file,
Steeping my eyes in the world 
As the minds shutter, ever fluttering 
Strings together this conscious stream I play in.

My photographs fade in time’s wrinkled arms.
Joining their brothers and sisters at the ocean floor,
They hold hands and try to answer the question that is always asking itself:
Who am I?

Jacob Reinhardt
10/3/2013


Details | Iambic Pentameter |

Ember

Thy scarlet rise, thy wistful blur

I delve, into thine purest passion

and taste the ember

of our crazed pollution.

Thy lash, thy whipping break 

I, hither under thine blooming scuffle

soothe the yoke of this moment

with the edge of epiphany's 

final gasp. 

Sink thine breath into mine marrow,

and live within me,

within this embrace.

-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.


Details | Free verse |

Just Be

Sometimes I admire the littlest things
A simple rock. A blade of grass. 
They need no future goals, no tax exemptions
They don’t need to go anywhere or be anything
They just are. 

Sometimes, especially when I’m reading life insurance policies,
I envy the rocks and the grass
And try to be like them for a moment. 
I sit perfectly still and give myself to the wind-
And it whispers in my ear:
Just be.
And for that moment I don’t need to go anywhere or be anything.
And at the snap of my fingers, 
All the complex widgets and gizmos that make up my life
Fold into paper airplanes and fly off in the wind.

Jacob Reinhardt
10/07/13


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