Symbolism Poems | Examples of Symbolism Poetry

You are a prisoner of your own mind, Chained within a cell, That binds your thoughts, And conceals your head. Fragile, hidden, perfectly eclipsed, Your mind lacks the fortitude, It needs to be left in. You speak without pride. Without light, without voice. Your words lack connotation, The way your mind lacks grace. In sorrow, in numb, You are all you did not want. So, you remain in...

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(HI-RITH) Hiraeth soul… A soul forever wandering, in search of a place that no longer exists, or maybe never did. Looking for a home that no longer exists. Yearning for a place to fit. Her soul crosses many planes of space and time. Her heart is searching for what feels like the divine. She searches and wanders. Her body way down yonder, stuck...

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Passion lies not in fear towards cheer, To conquer unknown gestures behind Some rare laughter, but so insincere.. Those words, tongues twist around; disappear Until tears grow no link to being blind. Fear of long awaited hope shapes care, Set to beat tricks, lust stages alright With pure intentions to outsmart stare... That could lay hold on twists playing fair, Till laughter...

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Standing on a rusted platform, I look towards the looming, tarnished steel clock, Ticking away my final moments of existence. Oceanic eyes swell with liquid salinity As a hollowing whistle booms in the close distance. The scent of petrol mingles with midnight paranoia. Placing a shaking hand upon my vibrating chest, I can detect the trembling of a trepidatious heart, Whilst the monstrous...

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I. The Pastor’s Hand At dawn’s brittle cusp— he climbs, each step a nail in time’s coffin breath ragged a Psalm torn mid-hymn. The rope tastes of incense and myrrh— Liberty’s fracture braided through its fibers a wound that never quite...

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What if our planet is sentient In ways we don’t understand And we by out actions have Upset events it had planned, Brought forward change By hacking down the trees, And Interfering in many ways That just didn't please. On a body the size of a planet We are just like irritant fleas, Or maybe to be considered As an invasive skin disease. Perhaps a period...

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The tailor rests in her workshop alone. Grabbing the thread for the day's work ahead, she begins pushing needle through cloth. In exercise, she customizes garments, stitch by stitch, Though it's slow, her craftsmanship shows uniquely perfect alterations to all her customers' clothes. Free of charge she'll embroider! Weaving colorful flosses in and out, she's leaving shapes and symbols of brightness about. Now, next...

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In other worlds, we bathed in glass instead of water. Thousands of small grains cascade as I stand bare in the shower, eroding. Our ancestors never found cool, aqueous respite, only beams that scorched the vast, barren sea of gold they wandered. Their mouths, always parched, never welcoming foreign waterborne contaminants. Still, they were contaminated all the same by those that burrowed into the...

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Morning glory _ From our car Along the hilly path  Numerous they're  With the attention  of doing math  In their voice  A guitar  Colorful headgear  Off and on  mutual whispers  The Tea Pluckers  Mingled with the green  Humming and plucking  Unique discipline  Never a machine  Sometimes carrying  their babies on their backs While moms work  Babies relax  In sun and shadows  Day after day  On substandard pay Mostly illiterate  Inconsiderate employer Do you feel a jerk? In addition  unpaid domestic work  Through the...

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When the moon turns bitter and cold, The night starts whispering tales untold. No caress remains without a scar— No hand can heal what nights unbar. You're not just thirsty for the day, But for a wine that fades away, That pours from dreams you used to chase— Now lost in time, now out of place. A prisoner trapped in silent breath, A cage...

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A nebulous horizon where old light dies, And silent Shadows from desire's mouth arise. They press against the skin, a whisper in the ear, Yet in their depths, a hidden strength appears. I face their forms, no longer bound by flight, And find my peace in the heart of endless night....

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Her warm breath fogs the pane. She draws a mis-ty veil. Footsteps fade like lost ghosts. Her voice melts in the rain. Dreams ache inside her chest. Hope hums of might-have-been. Contest: SOME KIND OF MISTY Poetry Contest Sponsor: Nette Onclaud Date: July 5, 2025...

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Red eyes might grow... What pure mind don't show. White eyes might cook, What dirty mind can't hook. Clean hands could build of fold... What plan A can barely withhold, Filthy hands might weigh of cheers, What plan B does rarely adheres. Crazy heart might run bloody metre... While calm vein don't shy as repeater. Lovely heart could walk lonely garden, While lousy vein can't...

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