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Sonnet Metaphor Poems | Sonnet Poems About Metaphor

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Love's Alchemy is Eternal

Love’s Alchemy is Eternal

Your look, touch, and scent now so perfect pure,
Enchants my true emotions and soaring passion.
I knoweth now our love shall always endure,
As God unites our souls as one by divine action!

Our sensual passion defines love’s spirit entire,
As we caress and kiss for this moment’s bliss.
Love’s alchemy maketh our spirits soar afire,
As we embrace our lips find that deepest kiss!

Our hearts beat now in a sacred tempo of love,
That reflects our real destiny, two souls as one.
This is God’s gift to us from Heaven high above,
As we wish these magic moments of eternal fun!

By Heaven, I pray our love’s alchemy forever,
And declareth my love shan’t leave you ever!    
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
June 27, 2016 (Shakespearean Sonnet)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2016

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The Hole Deep in One's Own Heart

The Hole Deep in One’s Own Heart

In moments of greatest loss, sadness and sorrow,
A hole formeth so deep within one’s own heart;
There it shall remain so for each ‘n every morrow,
Until life’s end when comes our Heavenly depart!

My dearest, such times of tribulation define us pure,
For we knoweth not all the twists and turns of this life;
We must keep our faith ever true, never it to abjure,
Whilst seeking angelic guidance from this human strife!

As we recommit our true faith in God’s blessings above,
We seek solace in His love that only our souls may find;
With this our passions ‘n emotions form the deepest love,
Giving us His blessing as our souls return His love in kind!

God’s love brings our eternal souls into His Heavenly space,
And makes our injured hearts whole in His Divine embrace!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
November 11, 2017 (Shakespearean Sonnet)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2017

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Gentle Summer Rain

She writes about Fall's beauty in the rain 
The falling raindrops' dance ascribing thence 
Bespoken verse that lightens her refrain 
before the time they met - her steps commence. 

She listens to the soft and rhythmic thrum, 
her love turned to escape and cloudy string 
Where nimbus mistletoe fell, tears to become 
Their kiss of Autumn was symbolic ring. 

The first light cotton mists with summer rays 
While skyward cheerful laughs adorn the land, 
their ceremonial dance diffuses grays, 
affectionate embrace, where dreams expand. 

Upon September's sky the raindrops gleam 
With half of hidden Sun to laugh and beam.

--------- 8-29-13

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013

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Your Beautiful Heart Doth Beat

Your Beautiful Heart Doth Beat

Your beautiful heart doth beat with rapture,
And the sweet of your kiss doth now swoon me.
We caress now and my soul you capture;
My love no place other I wish to be!

When we embrace my love in joy and fun,
Our hot passions spark an alchemic fire.
Our spirits soar high now becoming one,
Affirming love only God can inspire!

Your heart beats a brilliant tempo of love,
That enchants our eternal souls replete.
It’s God’s gift to us from Heaven above,
And His divine love is true and complete!

To God now I pray your love forever;
I declare my love leaving you never!    
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
November 14, 2015 (Shakespearean Sonnet)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015

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The Gem


As precious stones are hidden and entwined
In minerals of ordinary worth,
They must be found, professionally mined
From common, rocky layers of the earth.
Extracted, polished, cut, they'll stand apart
As valued gems.  Neglected, they will share
In earth's destructive force—erosion's art—
Dissolve away with nature's wear and tear.

Oh God, you are both mine and miner; strip
This soul embedded in your work of clay,
And let your tools of grace and fellowship
Preserve the gem of Love from life's decay.
Cut many facets that reflect and show—
The worth of gem and miner in its glow.

Sandra M. Haight

~4th Place
Premiere Contest: Contest No 223
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 10/16/2016

~3rd Place~
Contest: Precious Stones and Gems
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
Judged 11/22/2014

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2014

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At Summer's End

At summer's start, how bright our youthful dreams
Like scattered clouds across a clear blue sky
Unchallenged and still green from birth in spring
Our spirits and ambitions flying high

We crashed into life's ocean without fear
Ideas glowed like campfires in the night
Left footprints in the sands of time, with peers
And reaped the spoils of labor in delight

Yet sometimes summer's heat would draw a storm
Uprooting winds would shake our confidence
With faith and hope, our new plans we would form
From lessons we had learned through consequence

Then colors of the trees and sunsets blend
Our dreams now gone, we watch, at summer's end...

Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2016

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Flower Or Weed

We seek out special flowers in the field,
That stand among the weeds in scarce array…
Quick pluck them from the thorns, a tiny yield,
Arrange them, stem by stem for our display.
Then serving on a table, shelf or sill,
Their fragrant beauty eases stress and strife,
While in the field, the crowded weeds will still
Meander on in wild pursuit of life.

The weeds grow dense and tangled in their clime,
Drink deep of soil and live for sun and rain,
While full, rich flowers, giving of their prime,
Will sooner wilt, their goodness spent for gain.

What's best to be—a carefree, rambling weed,
Or special flower, plucked to serve a need?

Sandra M. Haight

~9th Place~
Premiere Contest: Contest No 219
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 10/07/2016

~3rd Place~
Contest: Screwed XI
Sponsor: Rob Carmack
Judged: 03/01/2016

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2014

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What playground does not hold the magic lure
Of see-saws firmly braced upon their stands?
What child resists excitement, felt for sure
In ups and downs: the hard thump when he lands
And surging thrill of bouncing up again—
To know that when he's hit that lowest low,
It's followed by a swing to new heights when
He'll know once more the joy of that plateau?

In contrast of the see-saw truth is found,
For truly, was it stable, it would bore
The simplest mind; for only from the ground
Does grandeur of the heavens make its score.

For only in imbalances we feel
The balance that keeps life on even keel.

August 4, 2014

Contest: First Poem
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues

I joined Poetry Soup in July 2014, and this was the first poem I entered, although I had written many over the years.  It was one of my best Sonnets at the time, but I do feel that I have grown over the years in learning much from many poets here on PS, and my writing has improved.

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2014

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As petals fall from blossoms long denied
the beauty of their warrantless false pride
abated as love’s bubbles slow expired
drowning in a love once so desired.

Once tickling bubbles had ignited flame
to blossom in the heart unknown to shame
caressed by mindless passions sole resolve
to tend the flame of heart fully involved.

The blossoms could not stand the lurid heat
thus did the petals fall at lovers feet
last bubbles lay atop the warm champagne
first tears the many lies that lovers feign.

The scent of blossoms long expired flame
eased by the numbing bubbles empty shame.


submitted to – BLOSSOMS AND BUBBLES – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Olive Eloisa Guillermo

Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2015

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Butterflies Of Beauty

Like 'Sleeping Beauty' in the fairy tale,
   awakened by her prince's lovely kiss,
Earth's pretty butterflies, aroused, soon hail
   new life from dark cocoon to brilliant bliss.

What miracle it is, from furry past
   to work of art with intricate designs,
inside a magic canvas, when at last
   the kiss of Nature paints and redefines.

Confined once to the Earth on shrubs and trees,
   renewed now with bright wings to soar and fly,
these butterflies of beauty hug the breeze
   for heavenly existence in the sky.

Our gift from Nature...rebirth's mystery;
   her metaphor for death and life to be.

Sandra M. Haight

~3rd Place~
Contest: June Standard
Brian Strand
Judged: 06/20/2017

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2017

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To You, Crocodile

The river dragon of crimson streams
Swiftly swimming to bring my end
As I’m standing alone at the silent shore
The beast from this murk suddenly ascends.
Gripping my face in her flawless jaws
The teeth latched efficiently into flesh
Pulling me quickly into the depths
Dragging me into the shallow grave.
Surrounded in filth, drowning in the banks
The apex predator’s grip never relenting
All I can do is break, bleed and decompose
Hoping for some relief in the pending death.
I find some comfort in this prolonged pain,
Because I haven’t felt a thing in ages.    

Copyright © Samuel Lee | Year Posted 2015

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Blue Wings

From birth, you've been the gentle glide upon my tranquil streams of morrow's sky alight. You've curved the earth and spanned blue wings in flight. Through life, you float on rising streaks of dawn. Through life, in motion, in your sun-kissed face, your path is shown to me in dusky wink, for depths thus stir and soften reds to pink. From birth, you sprang from light's eternal grace. From birth, you've been a hue so blush in truth, bold, free and bare, transformed in dance and death. As breezes tame, you flow like heaven's breath, and through life's beauty, days return to youth. From birth, I changed for you and you for I. Through life, we drifted like blue butterflies.
Written 2/13/17

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2017

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Grape Harvest

Chartreuse the pearls hung on the pregnant vine
as whispered jade the leaves in autumn breeze.
The necklaces of trellis did entwine
like clefs of absinthe notes in verdant keys.

Limes envied grapes reflecting fervent sun,
bright clusters for musicians then to splay
in shamrock fields with fables to be spun
of emeralds and pears in harvest play.

Cerulean spread 'cross effulgent sky
when came the time for plucking of the harp.
Lithe fingers did each picker then apply
and place graceful refrains upon the tarp.

In peridot did countryside rejoice
while to reprise fruition gave a voice.

Copyright © Dale Gregory Cozart | Year Posted 2017

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Legs Are My Wings

At some point, my legs begin to converse                
of time spent on the trail, rest now needed,             
For like a horse's labors exceeded,                     
the strength mere food and water can't traverse        
Beyond exhaustion, repose will reverse               
Thus respite, backpack set down and relieved          
of duties, containing my home achieved,
until such time as rested legs endorse                 
my return to trails, and onward I go;                              
Traveling far Appalachia’s way,                                     
witness to wonders and all living things,                      
in far towns and altitude, well below,                             
where nature’s flora and colors bouquet;                          
To motivate legs that have become wings.

Written: April 25, 2014
for Craig Cornish's Miltonic Sonnet Contest

Copyright © Michael Wegman | Year Posted 2014

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Life is Like a Tennis Racket

The head of a racket has many holes
Hit one just right, and a target is scored
Not every shot can accomplish your goals
Practice is needed, it can’t be ignored!
Connect with the wrong shot, you miss the win
Disappointment will come you can be sure
Regret in your bad choice will now set in
Slow down and think, don’t let haste be a lure!
Life’s like that racket, believe it or not
It takes practice and patience to choose well
Haste and poor choices bring failure a lot
Rise up and rebound ‘fore you hear the bell!

Aim for the sweet spot, as each day is new
Just make the right choice, and then follow thru!

Copyright © Betty Janko | Year Posted 2017

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Beyond the Grid


Whenever the truest edge doesn’t hold,
Another existence it does belie.
When causality is a broken line,
Unseen variable has cracked the mold.

Simple cause and effect gets in trouble
Abstruse patterns underlie life’s events.
Straight Euclidean angles and tangents
Reveal deep truth when they twist and bubble.

Infinite weaving of the light and dark,
That from which all matter derives its form, 
That from which all shades and colors are born,
Folding, animated by unseen spark:

Zero Point made of unbound potential.
Infinity in nothing, essential.


A cause contains more than it alleges.
If all you can see are random events,
Assume that it must be coincidence
Occam’s razor it seems has two edges

The surface, outer manifestation
The solid, visible three dimensions
Concentrate, more enters your attention:
Substance beyond the realm of sensation.

Bursting through material pretension,
What unimaginable things are hid
Beyond the visible Cartesian grid
To unfold from another dimension?

The depth remains unseen, passes us by
Except in dreams, when the mind’s eye can fly.

Hybrid Italian/Shakespearean Sonnets
Abba cddc effe gg (x2)

Copyright © Tom Quigley | Year Posted 2016

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Metaphor for Love


Water flows; formless form. 
The broad stream moves only ever forwards, 
Curving along the contours of life.
Here, a rock disturbs the placid surface;
Giving form and character to uniformity
Of existence, enduringly. There, a pebble thrown 
Far from the edge creates a momentary
Ripple, a brief moment of happiness, excitement,
And then is gone. Yet within the silent waters,
The pebble has altered the parallel flows, 
An unconscious eddy that spins and whirls,
Hidden from the world above, insistent thought.
So it is with you, metaphorically the bridge
Across my river from whence was thrown 
The pebble that disturbs my serenity still.

Copyright © Edward Clapham | Year Posted 2015

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Lonely sky

I look to the skies hoping to see a sign
A sign of a stars shining like diamonds
I toss the thoughts of you to the heap of stars
All the happiness dressed with flowers
I took time to remember you singing
A voice so sweet it turned roses yellow
I yelled to the gloomy mountains for you
And light shone like twilight in heaven
Through demons and angels my plea recognized
And I finally feast on your beauty like a vulture
Thou thoughts mingle in space and time
I remembered your dancing eyes with adventure
So keen to let the desires leave the dust
I saw you in the sky strolling like a queen towards eternity

Copyright © Zakhe Michael Mcunu | Year Posted 2014

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The Old Barn

As the first warm rays of sun kiss the top
Of the weathered roof, and begins to glow.
For as long as it stands the sun won’t stop,
As its light shines on the old barn below.

It’s the same for each of us every day,
Though weathered and old we will stand alone.
And we’ll feel every golden sunlit ray
Shinning on our face ‘till the day is done.

When our bodies can no longer stand tall,
And we can no longer keep up the pace,
There is a light that will shine above all,
A light to lead us to a better place.

Embrace the warm sun with its golden light,
And raise your face to heaven every night.

Copyright © Betty Janko | Year Posted 2016

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I want to say good night
But its night as yet to you
I can see darkness now
If maybe you never left

I have to say good night
Darkness has defeated me
Only your love can resurrect me
I am afraid to go now
But I have to go and live under the shads
Love me to my silent place

Good night when you see the moon
Flower me with roses from abandon garden 
Cover me with what i was and be now
Good night sleep with elevated power

Copyright © Zakhe Michael Mcunu | Year Posted 2014

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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

Copyright © J.R. Dawson | Year Posted 2013

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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

Copyright © Ann Rich | Year Posted 2013

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Simile, Metaphor (Accrostic)

So close to me there's you, like empty planet 
Inviting me, as life to take its place. 
My soul is bare and hot like melting granite 
Invading you while hard'ning in your space. 
Like waves I rise, like rivers I run deep. 
Engulfing me like ocean storm you rise. 
(May I say this?) I quake that fault you keep 
Enslaved to virtue, now it's stable vice. 
Taboo? No more. Your orbit's changed, you're free! 
Around me you revolve, but it's your choice, 
Perhaps because my world by your decree 
Hovers only powered by your voice. 
Orig'nal's not this sin we gladly share. 
Repel two equals should, but join we dare. 

Copyright © Jose Solis | Year Posted 2005

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You are a Survivor

Devastated by your losses
Upon tired shoulders carrying the crosses.
Surrounded by the rubble,
Drifting further along into more trouble.
Displace by the trail of disasters,
Imagery marred with unwanted posters.
Optimism daze by the unbelief
Hoping to find reassurance and relief.
You try to begin and to dream again
How to live a better life within
Tempted to give in; but you are a survivor
Brought by the price of the Saviour.
Poised to rebuild your legacy,
The future waits for you with all eternity.

Copyright © Gerry Legister | Year Posted 2016

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The day begins with promises, 
from the east as the sun rises, 
it has hope that to all it carries, 
lighting our way from bitterness, 
that we wish to leave with yesterday.
The promise to shine away the pain, 
bring smiles and joy to its prey 
that it feeds from everyday.
Then the wind changes its direction, 
twisting smiles into smirks, 
clouds try to get each other’s attention, 
light shines from the grey sky,
threatening to take life by a flash.
Then the blue hides under grey, 
then small drops of tears of the sky.
That is how love passes by.
			The loving OW-JAY 

Copyright © odwa mdeyide | Year Posted 2015

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A Shining Satellite

A Godsend, a child, our gift from On High.
Lord bless this one, all he can and must be.
Eternal, now our name will never die--
High flying creation of you and me.

Our greatest design, the plan is perfect
Build sturdy engines that jet to the top.
He must understand his future is set
Why won’t he cooperate? This must stop.  

Ready for flight, geocentric orbit.
Dance in the cosmos, yet be sure it’s near.  
High nerves in Houston, they note in a fit,
Escape velocity from this dim sphere.  

Rocket off our scanners; what shall we do?
Bricks in the cargo of ship number two.


Copyright © Tom Quigley | Year Posted 2016

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Kingdom Builders

July 31, 2013

Kingdom Builders

Holy Holy Holy I must say to all.
Long day hard day I am with you.
Hot day cold day it is for me too.
Days months or years you I call.

You have displayed my visual doll.
Multitudes of truth seeds you grew.
Spoken for as spoken words abrew.
I grant you the light in that dark hall.

Never say never!
Never look back!
I am yours forever!
I am with no lack.

I am always the hands of  filters,
Observing my Kingdom Builders.

(C) Copyright 2013  Ann Rich

Copyright © Ann Rich | Year Posted 2013

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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.

Copyright © James Ph. Kotsybar | Year Posted 2013

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Suck It Up

How does one know, they're on the right path?
We all take our chances, let fate do the math.
Understanding is key, when things don't seem right.
I know I will see, someday see the light.
Positive I am, no matter what happens.
Sometimes I still cry, could you pass me a napkin?
Nothing is perfect, no, it never will be.
Life is unpredictable, compare life to the sea.
Sometimes it is calm, and other times so rough.
Stay afloat, get over it, swim under it, suck it up!

Copyright © Roxanne Watson | Year Posted 2014

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A piece of ocean next to trees and sand
Scattered across treated mahogany. 
Across a face, and a ship now unmanned,
And rolling waves, fingers trip sloppily.
Splitting the pile into organized stacks
Here end pieces, there yellow, and here blue.
Out of nowhere a playful cat attacks!
Ocean falls like rain, every piece but two 
The cat bounds away leaving destruction.
Scattered pieces, mangled ship thrown on beach
Nothing but a picture for instruction.
Marching forth, I took the puzzle by siege
Gradually the pieces come together
And are ready for your viewing pleasure

Copyright © Jacque Graham | Year Posted 2014