Best Figure Of Speech Poems


Premium Member Friendship's Omission

As I
Soak in hummingbird’s exhale
I feel tragic sonatas
Trying to chain
Trying to crucify
My sedentary grip on instability

I smell the repugnant commoner
Blasting scattered shots
Against yesterday’s decent

I became the handsome error again.

The godfather of uplifting idle minds
Sedated within the bosoms of complacency
Because, indirectly, I was the inebriated screw-up
Immunized with community pride

As 420’d lyricists
Puff corrugated burns
To keep their spine
Fused in relatable,
Flaccid significance

They dodge flagrant accountability
Like an intentional cripple

And I
Slow dance with agnostic prayer

There would be no commandments
To remind me
That I am still beautiful inside

Beautifully flawed. 
Beautifully demonized.
Beautifully improper.
Ugly.

Yet, Gaia’s sun empowers this stanza
To breathe better breaths
To see what refuses to be seen

And no longer accept what cannot be changed

I carve milestones upon gravestones
In friends’ memoriam, nevermore

It felt peacefully redundant to be important,
Chiseling away the vowels of animosity
Attempts to hold my hands
Within this ambidextrous nightmare
Right hand, red
Left hand, chained

Courteous disdain
For developing minds,
Their figure of speech
Meant no blissful harm
With their 40 lashes
Conjured by judgmental testaments

Oh, how they preach for better tomorrows
While stirring yesterday’s pot

Becoming the “end” in “friend”...

©D.J.E.

Back To School

Time has now come for the teacher in me
To embark upon a new school journey
Thrilled to cuddle my twin fascination
A vocation not an occupation
Tempted by an undefined feeling
Two great relish in my chest revealing
My students golden rules again I’ll teach
Limerick, Acrostic, figure of speech
To PS my heart will sneak now and then
For touching beauties a visit I’ll pen
Wise souls from whom wealth I’ve become aware
A grateful loving heart for what we share
With artistic flair I’ll greet my school year
Art of teaching I aspire and revere
Poesy catching my heart and my soul
Teaching, Light ever extending my whole.

September 7th, 2018

Paraprosdokians

* A Paraprosdokian is a figure of speech
in which the latter part of a sentence or
phrase is a surprise or unexpected.
(I didn’t make these up. I tried to make
them rhyme for your enjoyment.  Sorry
if it didn’t work!). Here goes —

You don’t need a parachute to skydive,
which is really very nice!
But, there again, you do need one,
if you plan to do it twice!

Always borrow money from a pessimist.
That’s a well known fact!
Cause if you borrow from a pessimist,
he won’t expect it back!

If I agreed with you,
it sure wouldn’t take too long,
for everyone to realize,
that both of us were wrong!

I’ve had problems all my life,
but, have been able to endure!
Once I was indecisive,
but, now I’m not so sure!

If you think I’ve enjoyed your company,
I really must admit,
I’ve had a wonderful evening!
Unfortunately, this wasn’t it!

Behind every great man there’s a woman!
Which is really no surprise.
Behind every great man there’s a woman!
Standing there, rolling her eyes!

Going to church don’t make you a Christian,
no matter who you are!
Just like standing in a garage,
isn’t gonna make you a car!

Last thing I want to do is hurt you,
that, I must insist!
Although, at this point in time,
it still is on my list!

Let me die peacefully in my sleep,
like Grandpa, is my greatest hope by far!
Not screaming, yelling, and crying,
like the passengers in his car!

I didn’t say it was your fault!
That I would never do!
All that I was saying is,
that I was blaming you!

For President, Americans choose from two.
Which is really kinda thrifty!
On the other hand, for Miss America,
they get to choose from fifty!

Knowledge - knowing a tomato’s a fruit!
A fact that’s very valid.
Wisdom - knowing you should never,
put the tomato in a fruit salad!


Similes and Metaphors of Love

LOVE is like a figure of speech
It adds beauty to life
It inspires us to beat strife
It gives colors to sight
It expresses feelings tight.

LOVE is a rainbow 
It has its perfect timing
To beautify your surrounding 
It appears unexpectedly
Yet disappears  inevitably. 

LOVE is like a dictionary
It connotes different meanings 
For different beings
It happens synonymously
Nor perceive reversely.

Love is a fairy tale
It brings someone a magic
Or leaves you in tragic
In just a glimpse or wink of an eye
You and I can't deny.

LOVE is like a wifi 
If you're near
You're connected to a dear
If you're far away
You're searching for a day.

LOVE is movie
Where everyone has role to play
It's up to you if you do it that way
As long as you don't go astray
Still you know how to pray.

LOVE is like the value of x and y
If someone is missing
You need to seek unremitting
For they must go together 
To fulfill their functions better.

LOVE is a flower
It blooms abundantly
When needs are given sufficiently
It adapts itself to seasons
Yet it withers at certain reasons.

Love is like an antidote
It cures something
It heals hurt feeling
It offers a therapy
Until you look happy.

Premium Member A Series of Unfortunate Darwin Awards

The Darwin Awards are a posthumous honor, recognizing those who have improved the human gene pool by removing themselves from it by their own foolish actions.

In a robbery way out in Long Beach
Elliot's handgun misfired in the breech
    Down the barrel he took
    A quite scatterbrained look
Then made it more than a figure of speech

There was a foolish fellow named Gary
Who gulped gasoline over near Cary
    The fuel made him gag
    So he fired up a ***
And now smokes in the state mortuary

"Look, no helmet!" Phil proudly decried
In the headgear disobedience ride
    He stood for his rights
    Then put out his lights
When he flew off his Electra Glide

An impatient Korean got miffed
And was ramming the doors of the lift
    Then went a bit daft
    When he got the shaft
But his ride to the bottom was swift

References:
http://jdgroover.wordpress.com/2013/08/20/the-2013-darwin-awards-are-out/
http://www.darwinawards.com/darwin/darwin2012-03.html
http://www.darwinawards.com/darwin/darwin2011-03.html
http://www.darwinawards.com/darwin/darwin2010.html
© Roy Jerden  Create an image from this poem.

B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L

They say some girls just can’t be fixed
They say pain can always be felt
They say guys are easier to read than a novel
But who is they…
They is just a figure of speech that has no voice
No description or meaning
Any girl can be fixed or healed
All pain can’t be felt 
And reading one guy like an elementary book 
Doesn’t mean that the others are at such a low level
So why listen to the unheard voice or a song that has yet been produced
Live life full of joy and accomplishment
And surpass what the voice is saying
Living life day by day…Sunrise to sunset abundantly 
Is the only way to overcome the unheard 
What’s the word hot, cute, and sexy mean
Why is the word beautiful such a drive in a females heart
Both are heard from a human voice
Both go to the heart…but
Only what is unseen can be felt
We can’t see wind but its felt
We can’t see feelings but they pierce our bodies daily
We can’t see love yet we still feel the strength of its power
B…Because we are led to believe the unseen
E…Even though sometimes it’s so unreal
A…Associating with its uncertainty and loyalty
U…Unified and brought together what is seen and not seen to create an emotion  
T…Together growing into a feeling called love which can’t be seen let alone expressed
I…Involving two different aspects of live and making it become one
F…Fulfilling all of life’s expectations and becoming strong in what you believe
U…Ultimately overcoming all fears and disregards you may have against the unseen 
L…Love has been created  
That is why the word BEAUTIFUL is such a drive in a females heart
That is why I use it to describe what you are
Then unheard has no reward
But the unseen….has one

© Jeremy Fennell


Talking To Myself...Again

Don’t daintily tread each timid footstep,
Or carefully cajole your heart’s desire.
You see if you know now then you knew it then.
No relief will come but your soul will tire.

Don’t blindly beckon to what you think you
Want or to your beliefs become a liar.
Never travel a course not of your own
To what others but not you aspire.

Do not wantonly act against yourself,
Or prevent your own dreams from reaching higher.
From deep within you will smoulder away
‘till your true destiny burns in the fire.

So trust yourself, you know all that you want.
Don’t put your faith in a figure of speech.
Don’t come to envy all you missed in time.
Reach high, reach far…just, reach.

Premium Member Free Form

Eternal granite, crystalline scree, agates, boulders, rise
to hills, towering tors,* mutinous mountains, endlessly growing
rising, lifted,  then toppled by the fiery rebirth of draconic lava**

Like the cracked shell of an avian egg***/ **** both molten yolk
and watery albumen mark the passage of time, the swings
of the multiverse, they pacify Charon’s passage on the Styx

Seen and unseen the arched openings spiral, poled in ten
dimensions by exigent mathematical quandaries, branching
boles boldly rooting in islands of primordial I, chained

screeching***** shadows infer larger beings who manhandle
the infinite construct of finite man 



*Alliteration Repetition of consonant sounds [
** Hyperbole A figure of speech involving exaggeration.
*** Assonance The repetition of similar vowel sounds [A vian, A gg]
**** Simile A figure of speech involving a comparison between unlike
things using like, as, or as though.
*****Onomatopoeia a word that imitates the sound it represents

Premium Member A Vegetative State of Mind

My mouth’s in a cage, locked up and alone, 
Sewn shut with no one to speak to.
My eyes have seen pain of mental torment, 
A broken mirror that sees straight through you.

My ears are blocked to the screams and the cries, 
A sand grain alone on the beach.
My skin’s now contorted to a dead cold bronze nothing, 
Not tanned in a figure of speech.

My nose has been shattered to smells of a rose,
To the smells of happy and free.
My bones have been snapped, two pencils from one, 
My body is now wasting debris.

My “me” has been broken, discarded and burnt, 
Once strong, now brittle and frail.
My life is now cursed in this vegetative state, 
On a bed my mind’s locked in a jail.

Premium Member Metaphorically Speaking

This poem is dedicated to a special far away friend - Brandden Blackwell.  We became so close before we actually met.  So close, yet so far away - never around, yet always there - It's kind of like describing a metaphoric friend. Thanks, Brandden for inspiring the artistic flair we will forever share.

Metaphorically Speaking

Metaphorically speaking
We find life is just as such
Not giving facts precisely
And meaning not as much

Speaking in forms of reference
Searching to define what is heard
It suggestively leads us to believe
It was really meant in other words

For the analogy of something other
A figure of speech is produced for it
It is given with just so many words
Even beating around the bush a bit

There is such a variety of life about
May be why facts aren’t given to all
As some may take it the wrong way
To certainly cause their downfall

Every insinuation or symbolization
 You will find several points of view
Where there are just so many others
To view way differently than you

So we must be careful to others
Of what we say or rather imply
We will be judged for our words
On judgment day when we die

Many times in the matter of love
It is not always honestly expressed
How someone’s heart really feels
Then the joy is lost and depressed

As we verify and clarify in life
Searching to find what is true
There is nothing as it really seems
The bible is full of metaphors too

God says we are to test all things
Then to hold fast to what is good 
As written in 1 Thessalonians 5:21
We will then find what we should

A metaphorically speaking life
Must be truly meant to be
For when the truth is found
You will surely be set free

Florence McMillian (Flo)

I Hear Silence

Silent sturdy nothing ringing through my desolate unforgiving ears
A pin drops, a heart stops, a cry, a scream, still nothing phases my hearing of silence
My mind is so noisy sometimes but makes no difference to the outside
A love for sound that I will never know of, for I will always have to endure
Silence
A nuisance only I can suffer from in my own insubordinate thoughts
Although I can listen to you in the end it only means silence to all I have ever come to known
A sad end to a beginning that never reverses its true meaning
Never hides only seeks for its next victim to make bleed in a figure of speech 
Or just a reality busting out of its seems 
Something that a needle and thread cant just make into a new better form of you
No its forever who you are and all you will ever know
But even though you scream and cry or rationalize in ludacris ways or laugh or smile
Silence will eventually catch up to you retarding  all you know
And finally all you know will go leaving to a better place that silence is of no importance to all 
your ways
Live life 
Love hard
Dream away
For one day the silence you feel will be swept away 
Feeling and hearing all the sounds once again that use to keep you grounded
Silence is inevitable but can be obliterated by sweet sound

Black Isn'T Our Name Its Beautiful

Being black is not just a figure of speech

Its a noun, adj., & knowing when & when not to turn the other cheek

Many pioneers has lived with the mis representation

While some died fighting to end the civil frustrations

Being black isn't as bad as it may look

Our physical properties don't represent the makings of a crook

Our natural elements are sustainability & resilience

Our original nature made us uniquely

Brilliant enough to handle our own responsibilities

Our culture is design to shine bright so that everyone can see

The Afro American culture sets the tone for a concrete society

And need no help to raise our family

just equality

Even with methods that was used to torment us

"We shall overcome" was a phrase that helped boost us

"By any means necessary" we struggled through the turmoil

Once we began to re "know thyself" the bigots of the world started to boil

Then had to recognize our true uniting potentials

They psychologically uses entertainment to convince us

And install hate inside our mental

Through dis associating our past & segregating our class

Degenerating our creative intentions

Re imagining our mind with criminal inscriptions

So Trust

All we got is us

Our ingredients posses spiritual reasons to teach

They figure since we was enslaved & freed

Afro Americans wouldn't know how to reach

We paved the way to preach

So to prove their unintelligent

They dictated our intellectual & spiritual nature by the color of our butts

Pardon my speech

Figures of Speech

Many a Bible
make use of
the figure of speech
it's a fascinating tool
used to teach!
© Mc Mc  Create an image from this poem.

Poetry Message

A poetry
is a collection
of words that expresses
author's emotion or idea
sometimes with as specific rhythm or rhyme

Poet uses a figure of speech
that makes a comparison
between two things
that are basically different
but something in common

The metaphor does not use
the words 'like' or 'as'
But some poetry has words 'like' or 'as'
that is called a simile
The two poetic techniques are almost always there, but not seen

Poetry is a feeling that author wants the reader
to understand
Sometimes a heart breaking arrow shattering
or even joyful sunny day like when you were born
Poetry is a gift that everyone can write

People use poetry in novels and narratives
Some lines have animals, objects or human qualities
The words fill the page with imagery
to give feelings
Describing the plain into special words

It uses the five senses
So that the readers can touch and taste
Readers can smell
Readers can see
Readers can hear

Poems are like crumbs of a cookie
All you just have to do
Is to select the right words
And make the reader sense
Feel the feelings that you've put into

It's like stars
They sing with heart
They try to send you a message
About their experiences
How they've felt in the sticky situations

Some poets uses words
that aren't in the dictionary
Those words might be sound words
Explosion sounds maybe spelled, "BOOM!" or "MEOW"
Those words are called onomatopoeia

Some poems are so still without them
It makes the poet feel not right
They feel like something is missing
That's what poets think about
Reading it over and find out what's missing to deliver

When poets give an animal, object, idea, or human qualities
That's called a personification
When words dances into your mind
Imagining the worded movements
Sometimes it's just so easy that you miss them

Some poems have alliteration
The fist consonant sound is repeated
In several words
In the same line of a poem like
Something slid solemnly stood

Poetry is a great kind of writing
If you're the kind of person
Who doesn't like that much writing
You might fall for this writing
Because this kind of writing you need time

Poetry is a great kind of writing
If you're the kind of person
Who loves to express your feelings
You might like this kind of writing
Because this kind of writing you need heart

Go Figure

Her figure of speech like an hour glass                                                                          Shapely and flowing as body of water cascading                                                            Merging into one as it runs through it                                                                                       The tingling desert comes alive                                                                                                           As the sands of time grow                                                                                                                               Found within the flow where was I                                                                                                                    Oh yes her inspiring bodily language                                                                                        Articulate thought provoking and well rounded
© John Beam  Create an image from this poem.

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