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Metaphor Sonnet Poems | Sonnet Poems About Metaphor

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Exquisite, this expectation as dusk

mellows each ruffle on her robe de style*,

warm her expressions, candid, unrushed

for lake waters return that sunny smile.

A hem trails the shore with tulles of twilight,

overcome, the hush of angels almost cries   

at grace in upsweeps and poise held as night

steals her away with a sorrowed sigh.   

Dark this vista til she yields her jewels,

moonstone and topaz, citrine and ruby,

all her wisdom to forever unfurl 
in fireworks, a blaze of poetry.   

Love left its mark, Heaven is now altered

by a flourish that brightens even the stars.

*** We will miss you, Linda Marie, but your poetry, light, love of life, will continue to live on... GODSPEED....

* A Robe de style is a long gown with a wide, billowing skirt 

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Twee/DULL da/DUM da/DUM da /DUM DUM
jeers at the Dutchess, then exhumes jewels        
from sightless eyes. Five and Seven, forbidden,
bleed out, for the Queen beheads those unschooled

in her ways. Cornered, the ole turtle mocks
his Soup's new lexicon, using small words,
but behind the scenes, he damns even clocks
for changing with tides. Poor Dodo, still absurd,

drowns hapless guests in sent-a-meters of tea,
for he knows best and trusts his ex-tincts,
though the hatter is maddened by duplicity.
So a chair empties. A cat sadly winks. 

New wonderlands await. She's out the door...
Cuz Alice just won't live here anymore.

My new alter-ego, SYNISTER TRENDENCIES, will occasionally make an appearance
on soup. Best to leave the more .... in/sight/full and inciting views to poetry.

Questions? Fire away! 

Hugs sent out, even to turtles.

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A whiter shade of blue

the magnificent autumn-sun bursts at its seams
the icy october-wind blows her soft-cold breeze
one of the most impressive and mesmerizing teams
stumbling over each other making me warm and freeze

fragrances of fresh grass mowed for the last time this year
the muted-green foliage whispers with leaves drying out
the hidden dark-red blackberries wither behind protective thorns of fear 
the last flight of geese flying over another scout

rare but visible some glorious leaves of gold
the cloudless sky colors the very rare whiter shade of blue
the bike trail I'am on  partly covered with wet leaf mold
the passing summer is now really saying adieu

while the wintery wind and summer-sun bicker for attention
I'm overwhelmed by this whiter shade of blue's  fourth dimension

©Elly Wouterse

Procol harum's "Whiter shade of pale"(I am that old- or young?) is on of the songs on my list of most played songs on my mp3-player.. when hearing this song on a sunny autumnal day I was inspired to add my color to the palet..........  I saw a new'kind of blue  and wrote  this poem.. 

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Last Breath

You were a shining Star.
Few of many in the sky.
Looking up so very high,
Not knowing why you are.

Close and set you are far.
Spinning flames  knot a tie,
I note a pattern just like pi.
Colliding with me you spar.

So burn it up and burn away,
Sow your heart upon a plane.
Chart your distance in the clay.
Burn it all up then call it sane.

The explosion in the sky is His death.
All burned up He has no last breath.

(R) Registered:  2013  Ann Rich

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Circles of life

the reflections of a surface
noticing what I missed without disturbance
focusing for a third look
not counting the silent moments it took

greenest duckweed curls around
darkest black circles crowned
with a mirrored picture
of a faraway sky and trees' tincture

particles of green parade
the space in between a shade
times frames of the place above
lightening gestures shove 

a little pond in the park
a simple view life's  spark 

© Elly Wouterse.

© Elly Wouterse.

The story behind this poem @  "About this poem"

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Life's waves washed me upon your Island shore
Tossed by rolling seas, a torn heart maroon
You found me, the sea and sand no more
Gave caring love in your sheltered lagoon
I had nothing, no jeweled treasure to share
No diamonds bright, rubies red, fragile heart
You clothed me in reason, a coat I wear
For this gift, a promise, we'll never part
My love though humble, is forever free
I place it well without reserve or fear
On your heart's altar, I leave a plea
And only ask, you keep it well my dear

Life had cast me from its brigantine deck
Now found, survivor of my heart's shipwreck

For the contest Islands
sponsored by Anthony Slausen

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-- James Ph. Kotsybar

The zombies are coming; no one knows why –
no time to ponder such things anyhow.
Apocalypse gives us no time to cry.
Survival is all we can think of now.

They hunt for us in slow, relentless mobs
and push past all our barricades by force.
We stifle our screams and swallow our sobs
to realize we are just their food source.

There may exist a ruling, safe elite –
the privileged who caused our current woes
and watch us as we’re torn apart like meat –
but likely they’re no better off.  Who knows?

For us, they won’t sweep in to save the day.
To them, we never mattered anyway.

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Red Blossoms

Down where the Camelia blossoms blood red
In the heart of winter, when others rest
Poverty is stamped out and all are fed
And red-breasted Robin has flown the nest

Few left to struggle with a cold winter
And family farms have disappeared from view
None left to tend the fires' dying embers
No inheritance left for children to accrue

Will the Robins reappear bringing spring
A rebirth of values and  self-esteem
Planted fields whose great harvest brings
A wealth of values, wisdom that beams

Poverty still planted where blossoms red
Values disappeared, disrespect bred

Sonnet: With 10 syllable count and rhyme
scheme: abab, cdcd, efef, gg
Called an English sonnet....

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Arise, you song birds sing in morning dew;
The flow’ry host to colour fields and furrows,
And sap of Spring runs gold in willows veins; 
As tender leaves unfold to speak of birth,
Fresh mountain ranges iced give life anew—
While waters melt and stream through cricks and borrows
The gleams of light will melt the winter strains
Though spills of oil have quenched the songs of earth.
The corporate sting of greedful revenue,  
Has bankrupt natural wonders—greedy farrows
The eagle has no pow’r to save her eggs,
Tall forests fall and crush the robin’s hue
When flow’ry petals change to black on yellow—
The spotted fawns arise with warbled legs

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Each time she wears her Emerald necklace,
reminds me of our eternal embrace.
On her wrist sits a Serpentine bracelet,
giving her inner peace without regret

Round your ankle you wear Yellow Jasper,
a sign of happiness that will prosper.
Those purple blue gemstones of Tanzanite,
calling your Guardian Angel to unite.

She loves her Rubies and her black Opal,
for Crystals she will take her search global.
Best is the Sapphire eternity
ring that flashes truth and sincerity.

They say that Diamonds are a girl’s best friend,
from knowledge, ladies this notion transcend.

Written By: Ronald Zammit
Dated: 16.03.2014
Contest: Crystal
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
English is my second language