Metaphor Holiday Poems

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Details | Free verse |
There's something unspecific about the autumn nights
A certain shade of color that uplifts my inner child's eyes
Beside a cashmere moon Venus and Jupiter shine bright
Complimented by a sea of blinking infinite twilight
The scent of burning oak lingers in the air from home made fires
Reminiscent of a time when this man was just a child
Careless and so free to dream and any dream to live
Like feathers floating across a field carried by the wind
As a gentle breeze blows through the leaves shivering delightful gloom
Unlike flowers of springtime the disheveled autumn vibrance bloom
Leaves crackle beneath my feet along the skeleton tree path
Where I try to find my peace or a song to make me laugh
The air is so much crisper and also soothing when I breathe it in
Underneath a starry sky and brighter constellations of Heaven
Amidst the trail I pass a lovely couple holding hands
While their children run aside frolicking in a playful dance
An old man and his wife admire the view from a wooden bench 
With smiles on their face as if nostalgia is still their closest friend
Its these specific autumn affects that bring me sorrows and joy
Reminding me of all theses things Ive wanted as a man since I was a little boy 
Its times like these that I wish I wasn't always so alone
Because I would light an fire with my family and call it home

Copyright © Jesse James Forster | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
A crowded table, all suspended in shock 
The sound of the shot dimming to a ‘knock’
Only silence, except for the marching clock
The weapon still smoking; an anonymous glock

Loud cries arise from the elongated table,
Jack Frost is shocked, the Tooth Fairy unable
To speak whilst Santa is checking the stable
For clues on the erstwhile maidservant Mable

They searched for hours, called in C.S.I,
Panic set in, would the children all cry?
Sandman confirmed the bunny had died
Batman suspected somebody had lied

Guests were quizzed, interrogations began
The mystery unfolded when Santa Claus ran,
Grabbing the pies, he tried escaping in a van
But was stopped in his tracks by superman

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |
Water licks your feet
Far cry from the beating sun
Desert sand to sea

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |
Culminates in a washout
Stuffed camels get soaked

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |
The English weather:
Rainclouds follow us from home
There is no escape.

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme royal |
Note:  A "Warlock" is a male witch

I am the poetic Warlock,
Putting poets in a headlock
Spellbound? Just believe what you’re seeing
A morbid mind confined within my being!

Poetically I let the energy flow from me
To metaphorically turn me into a beast!
I spring from an altered reality
Blessed with immortality to be a priest!

Forget nine lives; I’m walking and talking, eternity
Where no poet survives outside this fraternity
Poetically, I’m committing a felony
Forcing stanzas into captivity!

From the push of my pen
Intertwined is every word
I play to be king among men,
Knocking those in first place to third!

You had better say a prayer
If you steal from my metaphor store
I’ll have you pulling out your hair
While you prepare for this war!

Poets, I’ve come to graciously slay.
That doesn’t captivate me so I read Hemingway!
But Edgar Alan Poe, just so you know,
Fuels the flow; he’s my sensei!

A poet with demonic entities in his corner,
I emotionally murdered my baby momma
And I did not even mourn her!

How I hate fake friends that pretend,
Especially when we were cool since childhood
I’d break a leg just to avoid them
Like the plague, they are no good!

Once again it’s time for Halloween!
Put on your masks and prepare to scare!
Heads will roll from my poetic guillotine
And this I do declare!!


Copyright © Jimmy Anderson | Year Posted 2011

Details | Verse |
Boiling, baking and blazing,
               Other synonyms for heat.
My camel is happily dazing,
	He was not a restful seat.
Poolside I’ll later be lazing,
	Resting my sunburnt feet.
Air conditioning is amazing,
               Ice cream is a lovely treat.

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
Winter winds blow all around. 
I’m astonished by the sounds of Jingle Bells and reindeer stomps. 
All of this should never stop. 
Snow lies on the ground, if only that weren't too profound. 
Time only leads to decay, but not on Christmas, not today. 
You should see the angels pray. 
Toy trains, and rag dolls are the things kids used to want. 
But time has changed, yes so have children… 
Santa seems as if a villain. 
So much fighting, so much crying, it sounds as if the kids are dying. 
“I want money, I want fame, and these toys are just so lame.” 
But that’s the product we provided. 
Second chances are no more, Santa’s plot we wait for. 
He’s sick of this, he doesn't care, it’s as if he’s not wanted here. 
He gets ready to take it all back…. 
There’s still one toy left in his sack, it’s for a little girl, half a world away. 
Now how could he have missed this, on the perfect Christmas day? 
He turns around, not time for war. 
This toy, the girl is waiting for… It’s not a toy like you’d expect. 
She didn't ask for electronics, or stupid games such as Sonic. 
She just wanted one small thing… 
She’s waiting for something EXTRA special this gloomy day. 
In a bed she sits and stares, at the window near a chair. 
She’s so weak, and all alone. 
She doesn't even have a real home, not where there are bright lights anyways. 
They've decorated a weeping willow, the only tree around the “home”. 
So she has lights to see. 
It’s Christmas after all, but there’s no way to calm the raging sea. 
She’s dying, it won’t take much longer, and she doesn't care about the tree. 
She needs a new heart extra bad. 
So, Santa’s bringing her the one thing, that will stop her parents from being sad. 
He rushes to the hospital in his golden sleigh, and climbs right down the vent, 
He’s saving Christmas today. 
Santa rushes in just in time, finds a doctor, the girl is dying. 
It’s not what he usually does, but he stays and watches as they save her life. 
He waits for her to wake up. 
“Santa, you saved my life, oh thank you so much! I needed my heart to be touched.” 
He just smiles, and kisses her hand. He’s so glad he didn't destroy the land. 
Christmas is still a special day. 
There’s no more sorrow, no, not today. Santa smiles though some are still ungrateful. 
There’s that one child, standing in the snow, her life can now be started in the evening glow. That’s life for the grateful, loving, caring, and the thankful. Most of the time Santa just gives toys. For all the good girls and boys. But not today, and not tomorrow, once a year he gets rid of sorrow. So sleep tight and say your prayers, Christmas time is but once a year.

Copyright © Deanna Schaub | Year Posted 2012

Details | I do not know? |
Building a cocoon from a nut: Coconut*  

Spinning a cocoon over man: Mummy*

Spinning a vaccine: Auto:Correct(ing):Automation*  

Spinning a cocoon:  Caterpillar*

Spinning out of a vaccine: Auto:Corrected:Automate* 

Spinning out of a cocoon: 
Transformation is occurring with in a cocoon and 


Spinning out of  



Who transforms within a cocoon: 

*:Nothing As of Late:*


-Holiday Write
Halloween Holiday: Celebrated Annually, in The United States of America.*

Copyright © Ir0nic ZiNk | Year Posted 2016

Details | Light Poetry |
There's even a hardened discard of foul colored mucous on the tip of my thumb. Nail bitter, straw chewer— Germ phobic Venetian blind side peep is a Hippo sized discreet-ly… Snorting lies after lies... Seize him! —As our slave driven worker— -Or- May assassination’s will render ill-justice in its many justified forms'; instance… In plain sight, we can see you. On the news many faces represent the power that is you. Yet to find the correct plan of action— I, personally, have only myself; mind, body and soul. And for the time being… I’ve got fingers on my boogers
1-19-2017 (Tomorrow is Inauguration Day; Farewell Obama. Thank you for your service!)

Copyright © Ir0nic ZiNk | Year Posted 2017