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Metaphor Sun Poems | Sun Poems About Metaphor

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

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Details | Verse |

Sun Dance

~Sun Dancing~         

Bright yellow sparks glisten around the landscape
Sheer environment expose  
Warmth slinks down every step        
So--  Invigorating 
Spur like rays muster in long light
The wolves wait to howl
Soon--Bunch of flowers 
Huddle in with sunlit love
Luminous rave  

By; pd


(For contest) 


Details | Personification |

The Moon Only Cries

A blazing Sun abruptly appears
Indulged in selfish applause
Heartless to the core, her light declares
She governs the Universe

The Sun gets only a glimpse of the Moon
Jealous of the Stars who pave the night's way
She races to conspire with the Horizon
To keep the Moon at bay

Melancholy is the Moon as night draws near
Chilled with howling cold and fear
Unspoken words hang stiff in the air
Each has felt them like a prayer

The Moon sits in shadows of his own silhouette
To endure thousands of years in silence
Staring through space with hollow eyes
There are no words, the Moon only cries



Karen Anglesey written 03.03.13  Recently published in Best Poets and Poems 2012 by World Poetry Movement, Utah
03/03/13


Details | Rhyme |

Sunsets in my mind

the sun sets in my mind never to arise for darkness soothes the glaring light that carries all the lies and in the place where I sleep I come alive in my dreams never wishing to awake stitched in threads of reality seams so let the sun rise steadfast and so sublime just let me sleep so I can dream of sunsets in my mind


Details | Verse |

A Plane and The Eagle

O'er tempest,soars the 
eagle with wings 
stretching towards the 
smiling sun.
        Gliding-nature's 
handiwork.
    Up the sky,a figure 
with outstretched wings 
battling the turbulent 
wind and frowning sun.
      Soaring like an eagle-
Never an eagle.
      Gliding like an eagle-
Never an eagle.
      Mistaken for an eagle 
in the sky-never an eagle.
      Utter's sound as the 
eagle-never an eagle.
    This man-made 
handiwork,dismember's 
under a stormy wind.
    For paid price-loss of 
lives.
    The works of mother-
nature can never be out-
dated or equalled.
    Frog-men under sea 
and frogs in the waters 
can bear witness.


Details | Iambic Pentameter |

quaternity

so far the days of singing rays
have come to meet their sullen end
twixt nights of joy with hidden ploy
a sweetly tone, they do offend

O gasp! the serpent true must strike
O gasp! the lustful raging psych
whose cares are lost forever long
roaring out, O hear my song!

now mute...peace...whist...still
ideas soon drain, decisions fill
a mind at pace with thoughts that spill
float soundlessly thy solstice chill

the misty seep, foreboding reap
emotions run amok like thieves
for darkly cast, a favored past
along is lain misguided leaves

-Sam Robinson

 Iambic Tetrameter


Details | Dodoitsu |

Fly by

two birds both flying sky high 
one of them almost hidden 
while crossing the setting sun
leaving behind now

(c) Elly wouterse


Details | Blank verse |

Walking Contradiction

A metaphor you wont understand, a hint you don't quite get, a curtain slowly opening 
up and then falling closed once more. A skittish animal running out of reach and then 
looking back, the sun shining behind the clouds, and a bright eyed child, so curious, but 
hesitating just behind its mothers skirts. 

In another place, another time, tomorrow is the here and now. but in the here and 
now, tomorrow never comes and we seem to live in the past. Through the metaphor, 
through this opening curtain, trots a skittish wolf with its ears laid back, as light as the 
mist around it. Stalking silently through the low brush, as i'm walking past these 
speeding cars on this empty street. The glittering sun breaks free from the clouds 
grasp. its a golden meadow in the city of backwards trees.

Finding my way to a smooth pond, gazing into the glass surface where the raindrops 
fall up. Hearing everything when nothing is making noise, looking up at the invisible 
people, smiling, and looking down once again. Hiding behind a different sort of skirt 
now, not a child anymore. And as the rain petals fall up, distorting the ponds surface, 
the mist wolf stands beside me as we stare into the water, and our reflections slowly 
disappear. Gone, along with the invisible people...
None of us were ever really there to begin with.


Details | Haiku |

Exaltation

In serenity,
eyed at the Sun, no flashing.
Sunflower in June.


Details | Free verse |

In the Coals

The sky danced a glimmer of setted sun blue
Softly through into the night
Like rafters keeping us safe on our path under heaven
Trees wove themselves over us
Breathing light from coals washed the five gathered faces
Flickered in their eyes and over their bodies
In the quiet I saw

In the south like the waves from beneath the sea
One spirit shone with a shimmering breath
And another in the west settled on the rafters there
With a sighing light barely seen and hardly felt
Amid the rafters of the north one other spirit swayed
There too an ethereal visitor echoed in the east
In the quiet I saw

Faces bright, strong and painted with a wash of . . . 
Contentment, save two, both fallen of crest
And still under the watchful eyes of Nokomis high in the skies
One rose to smile holding a light before him closely
But woe fell across the other for being there within already
As if unable to escape for eyes unseeing
In the quiet I saw

I watched a struggle between three spirit cousins
Over and all around they fought where he had fallen
So vicious this fight, it cast a shrouding over everything of him
For these two beasts snarled and slashed for dominance
While the third sat quietly as if waiting or perhaps just watching
With great patience for one to fall and it too was evil
In the quiet I saw

The sky shone softly in the ambient light of stars unglimpsed
For Nokomis with her watching eyes held us 
As only grandmothers do for having loved and loved her child’s children too
All through the night she held us as we sailed without a sound
Across and over the blue of setted sun somewhere next to here
With the warmth of coals burning nowhere save inside 
In the quiet I saw

In the quiet I saw five souls glimmering
In the quiet I saw a war cross one red road
In the quiet I saw the spirits of four ancestors
In the quiet I saw everything, nothing all that I needed
In the darkness of the madodoswun it is dark as pitch
And still, and yet . . .
Before the door whispered to open
I saw in the quiet still


Details | Light Poetry |

Sunset

Still light, but darkening,
the old man is once again
home-bound, calling it quits
after putting in a long day
of giving his best and brightest.
Who can fault him for that?
A day's work deserved a night
of rest and renewing sleep,
as he slips below the horizon
of his bed, slowing drawing
the blanket of evening over his head.


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