Metaphor Poems | Examples of Metaphor Poetry

Sweet is the impulse of love, the fundamental reason for life... Dreams of love, shine in the light of the stars, adorn the illuminated sky, with immeasurable divine splendor... When loving hearts, beat in the same rhythm, peace falls asleep peacefully, life becomes beautiful and shines the earth breathes pure air... When true love happens living is a gigantic...

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summer peaks are coming cicadas are singing za, zi zi, zi...! How many whispers of time, flower, fire, rain, cold... earthly dreams in cycles...! New shoots on the earth, renewal crying out, herald birds chirping! Leaves swirling in the wind, mushrooms everywhere, autumn showing off... Life is full of thorns, but also full of flowers, knowing how to live is necessary...!...

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My heart sings as I walk on springs, With foothold on the sun, unburned. Your love fills my heart, my soul, My whole being. I swim in love – I fly without wings. Joy clings to my feet, Gratitude fills my mouth. So I sing, I dance in the air, My claps echo with harmony. Happiness knows no rival Since you arrived with your love. Your touch...

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A pretty big gate it was... Overseeing the strict soldiers at the entrance. Firmly, they stood with heavy weapons. Stepped inside the picturesque place, Gentle girls welcomed with grace. A beautiful big lawn, Guarded by patient pawns, Ample aesthetic rooms around, Occupied by pretty people abound. Classical songs were playing on one side, Dancers accompanied them the other side. People indulged in their adorable arts, Celebrating...

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For the story I would ruin it— just to write it. I'd be ruthless, less private, shape up my front porch, sharpen these claws on concrete images— metaphorically speaking imagine how to re-frame bad guys, wrench in a plot twist, unmask villains' masquerading makeup— maybe even find myself....

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TODAY’S POTUS’ RED LARVA Making The Nation Great Again, he’s erupting Our democracy: Oppressive lava flowing Hot power-mongering blood:- ...

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So little time— Yet so much left undone! On the pages of life still remain Sketches of dreams left to run. So many promises lost in the mist, So many hopes quietly withdrew— Countless paths remain untraveled, So many sights left out of view. What still remains— To behold the world with wide-open eyes, To truly live...

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So little time— Yet so much left undone! On the pages of life still remain Sketches of dreams left to run. So many promises lost in the mist, So many hopes quietly withdrew— Countless paths remain untraveled, So many sights left out of view. What still remains— To behold the world with wide-open eyes, To truly live...

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A missile’s disguise is a flower magnetic, a whiff of its power Yet when its petals draw near a new odor appears ...

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IN POETIC RELIEF Laying here musing, I feel as if an ice cube Peeing in warm thoughts: My poetic cistern filled, I now pour out this to you:- ...

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I said just breathe in, uncompress your lungs— re-tongue a kindness in through mouth—now, hold your death. Pen's pulses, still, stand witness. ...

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PREGNANT MEMORIES The love we shortly shared, Was as the sunlight of life, Fueling and energizing souls With unimaginable pleasure:- We met, touched, and loved, In that moment, we were one. But as time faded, we melted, Flowing away from each other:- Now, in the quiet of night, In the castle of my heart, And in the temple of my mind, Thoughts penetrate the distance:- Indeed, each...

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OF ME! A man said to the universe: ‘Sir, I exist’....

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SUMMER RAIN God cried today His tears fertilizing The womb of Mother Earth: The wet smell Of nature’s essence Saturated the air As moist breeze blew Breath of new life Into dried hopes Wilted in despair:- The rainy season Of life has begun: Maybe love’s peace Will hollow her footprints In the canvassing mud:- ...

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you are a gentle breeze a cocktail with antifreeze an approaching sneeze or a winter storm three standard deviations from the norm four sheets to the wind and I think your rook is pinned are you a ghostly mist or a clenched fist? I know you are a metaphor I don't know what for...

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