Metaphor Abuse Poems

My family spoke two languages
I’m not the same
Results came in still thankless
Feels weird to be diagnosed anxious
Results so plain
I’m still hiding under several blankets
I ain’t...

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Tight stretched skin, not unlike leather parchment
Adorned with scars and burns and such carvings
Among the colors, red ink's enrichment
Envelops a file cabinet's burnings

Advice from the...

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Abusive rotations percolate
down; broken and cast away.
Warmth brightens in a moment.
Snapping heat darkens the next.
Even cooling age brings distant rage.
No escape from the Mighty God.
Hands...

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Raised off tales of a biblical nature,
I had always been warned,
About a particular creature,
The devil bound to human flesh,
To bring us destruction,
To bring us death,

He...

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“In situations of captivity the perpetrator becomes the most powerful person in the life of the victim, and the psychology of the victim is shaped...

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They're cashing in on our misery 
By making us go in circles
While they keep promising to deliver
On nothing cause nothing they've said holds water 

They're...

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“I let go. Lost in oblivion. Dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.”
Chuck Palahniuk


Is there such a metaphor as...

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This poem is a metaphor.



Crying tires,
shattered glass,
it all happened,
so very fast.

His life it flashed,
before his eyes,
a life swaddled in set ups,
and lies.

No direction,
for the good,
he...

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Oh, you African!
 Of cocoa skin and black-haired 
Like your judgments 

You African!
 The lamb in the elections 
Son of the people, wandering in the...

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I have a weakness for golden blond hair,
and light shade of blue in mascara eyes,
that new recruit in office next door,
I brushed past her as...

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I can feel this rage boiling
Bubbling to the top
I can feel it catching fire
Gathering heat nonstop
I can feel it take aim 
with my patience slain
The...

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"Call it curiosity"
Does anyone on this app really believe
That somehow or another every one of us
Truly think that one side is meant to deceive 
Or...

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One mystic blue night dead still, 
I’ll steal the silver full moon,
break it into sharp shards,
and stow them in the backyard 
under the shadow of...

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I can see on your lips
you have clumps of earth
from rubbish golfers
and the fact you celebrate dawn
as a thing that happens by design
only adds to...

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I sit here, perched on the wall
Frozen forever 
Face in my hands
Black waves tumbling past my shoulders
Smiling, pearly white teeth glistening
My brown eyes admire you...

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