Allegory Poems | Examples of Allegory Poetry

Shoreditch clung to its ruin Its roughhewn gate staring out at corpses And the clutch of travellers heading from the fields, The shepherds rambling onwards, The herders with their slow-moving cattle, hoofs Thudding on the stones. Amongst them the knights recently Back from troubles in the north, armour Burnished like Sunday roast yelling oaths Like washer women until they were, like the...

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Writing this poem in an awful plight, I wonder when mr.nigeria would be safe and secure. Everyone running helter-skelter, Insecurity and kidnapping are our next door neighbours, Social vices are becoming rampant in the society at large. Injustice, corruption and inhuman killings are the order of the day, People are scared and filled with fear, Many innocent souls are lost in...

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HIS AND HISTORY'S TALES There is his story, and there's also history; bloody lies, skewed truths:...

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Ariana shrugged facing Josh’s mocking clap the stringy harmonica rang acrobatically on the streetlights. He handed her a firebomb, eyes sharp as vinegar. They ran across the hot asphalt, watching the brass kite rise. Both caught in the whirlpool of the maze, they guided the trumpet, mandolin filling the air, sinking into the smokehouse. Her jacket flared,...

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She snaps like a brine tendon, spilling embryo chords across the basalt shelf. Tongues of nacre split her sides, each vertebra strung with gravid silence. Kelp-blind, she threads the continental rift, her fingernails seeded with unfinished continents. Magma foams in the pouch of her pelvis, grinding up vowels like crushed coral....

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Wow! 100 days! Thunderstorms of injustice; Human rights are drowned:- ...

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Why for then do we loose The ire The anger The bitter abuse For love is all that we are in truth Yet seeing mankind through the eye of today Their pains Their angst Their wandering ways One questions the not as if it were Somewhere hidden down in the depths a curr still so the indefinite verity Making our lives less bereft Or even a melody ...

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POLITICAL DIAGNOSIS Political gout, has sprung wintering pain; it's time for healing spring:-...

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These four walls, how they stifle. How they bind and choke. Their cheap white paint Seems to whisper: Let me go! Is this not a home, Soft and safe, Friend of one and all? But a cell, Narrow and close, Bereft of fresh air, Bidding me stay. Tis danger out there. No, the danger is here, Not to my flesh, More, to my soul. The danger is here, Inside these four...

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Hail needles the skin. Wind cracks the spine. The mountain holds, breath seizes on the tongue. Snow knives the summits. Cracked hands fumble dry stone, paper-thin air slices, bald eagles tilt in the blast. Alpine skiers parched, no more Earth Day banners. Cherry Creek scrapes its bed. Feces in the bedpan, chapped gloss smeared, cocoa hair salted and smoked. The Zephyr rattles east, carrying the mountains backward— Grand Central dissolves...

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To live only in the present means you battle storms of today without a hat or coat, you cannot plan for future weather experience is your umbrella...

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song of the mattress she slept, wrinkled and small on satin sheets, a band-aide covering her mattress, knees tucked tightly beneath her chin and legs pressed against her breasts as if waiting for a gigantic splash when she hit the water motionless, she dreamed of burgundy and peaches from georgia and hoped to drive...

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Birds Of A Different Feather (Feather Pen...Ink. Tanka) She's like that hen, peacocking her bouncy tail; proudly strutting it: Both strutting the same purpose; but different roosters sought:- ...

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In awe I lay upon the verdant knoll, mesmerised by the silent starry sky, a mirror gleaming deep within my soul, reflecting timelessness, I barely know. Venerate Venus dances in reverse, spinning our musings under mulberry moons, when we chased illusions, beneath the Queen’s chair, through realms where reasons dared not delve, our hearts lost in a cosmic haze. in this wilderness of...

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Death and Dying Horn Haiku Getting to the point where there is hardly any left hanging around. should be pretty soon none no longer will be here who can call the role heaven will be best by God who to we confessed were all put to rest...

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