Best Hyperboles Poems

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Pilfered Soulless House

Pilfered dawn occasions a soulless house, bruised
appeals innocence whilst porch screen once tended,
concedes whispers of dust calm quest...

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by Michaelw1two

 Poetic writes speak volumes too,
 this profound nature of humanity;
 expression’s glyph or determination’s rift,
 each soothing rhyme or base profanity;
 provoke of...

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I love to swap things with my friends.
	Today I’ve got a recipe
	to offer you. Please send me yours.
	Let’s make some “soup” with poetry.

	You must have...

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Continuing On

What if a love poem leaned towards writing
And wanted it to be eccentric yet still exciting
Filled with love, romance and much emotion
My mind was...

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I 
Throw myself into my poetry
Fling myself until I bleed
Until I'm knee deep in similes 
Until from my eyes seep seas of salty seeds
Spiraling in...

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Rain  diary  -part 1                   ...

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on Earth’s circumvallate
 he would be laid,
 lifeless upon the lap
 of his Mother
 and on that day would be named
 now and forevermore,
 God’s...

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To feel superb,
use a verb in
hyperboles!




I teach English/Writing classes at the high school level.  Am doing poetry in 3 classes right now and decided...

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Some people are afraid of going outside,
Because they messed up and they have no guide
Prowling dogs, waiting, watching for a time to strike,
They’re just trying...

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I wonder today
As I sift through the sands
And peer through the depths of other peoples verbalized talents
Works of intricate emotion and stanzas of hyperboles oxymoron’s...

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Passerby echo the frustrations of the world
Under the bridge
Tall tales of courage
Outpours from angry souls
Yet the toughest of them all still hide
Under the bridge
Grass roots...

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It was getting dark.
The insane curve of greed was rising.
I would not draw the boundaries
between the words.

The finch was immersed
in soliloquies and light was waiting
inside...

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conjure cumulus frost-bitten clouds
curious billows sporting fluffy shrouds
zeniths growing, burgeoning powers
forming glorious looming towers 

hyperboles design brief distortions 
comic sketches of monstrous proportions
cotton confections silvery...

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In the morning,
I am not a poet.
This is no matter of opinion,
It is an undisputable fact, and don't I know it.

I am not a poet
In...

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consider cumulus frost-bitten clouds
curious billows sporting fluffy shrouds
zeniths growing, burgeoning powers
forming glorious looming towers 

hyperboles design brief distortions 
comic sketches of monstrous proportions
colliding cotton, silvery...

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