Best Metaphoric Poems

He smiles at me.
As though the weight
Of psychedelic visions
Were insubstantial
And inconsequential;
A trivial thing.

Broad-shouldered emotions
Mushroom through 
Organic momentum
To greet my pain,
A throbbing haze
That is my post-script.

Narcotic serenity
Wraps around my brain,
Slurring everything
In my tilt-a-whirl scene,
Until the funhouse
Sweeps me away.

I feel myself shrinking
Like Alice In Wonderland,
But I am...

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The stars are shining brighter 
And the wind is flowing free today
Oh my heart is racing faster
Nd my hairs are blown away
The stars, the breeze, the love 
It all feels the same ....

And now i come to think of you 
And my mind is still...

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There's this game I've been 
playing

And it's taught me stuff

I've not had it long

But I've played enough to know

If I don’t turn back now

It's going to be rough

I'm looking for some luck cos' I 
feel real stuck

The first few levels

Were easy to complete

They make the...

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Zombies, astral and metaphoric
The zombie I like the most
Is the Zombie astral.
It’s typical residence is a bottle
Which Voodoo bokor can sell it for luck
Not at all a trouble maker 
Feed him with salt 
Will obey to return to its grave.

But there are zombies as metaphor
Difficult...

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I am offended 
by your metaphors,
they're vindictive
the way they dangle themselves 
above my heartstrings,
periodically plucking
when one gets tangled in the wind

they just hang there
like an untame pennon
waiting to flap
for blatant recognition

my, how you crave those squalls
with such ravenous gluttony,
gnawing at the pellucid air
as though it...

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Obscurity's trenchant
     sorrows blotting 
        tissue paper cuts,
tears aptly smeared
    in hidden fears of
        first dashed allusions,
darkly flippant metaphors
     ...

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To be honest
Winter stings
And it forever broke my heart, but to tell you the truth
I'm addicted to the pain
Addicted like a drug addict
Winter froze my heart
And took away the dandelions for its own pleasure
But it forgot one
Left it deep in the cave
Living with no sun
I...

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Sometimes I have questioned this fruit, upon which some call, divinities tree?

So deliciously appealing it has seemed, unto these desirous and sometimes wistful eyes

As they have gazed upon its splendour and beauty, which adorns its lovely branches....

Standing amid this amiable Garden of Eden; whilst reflecting...

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The splendor of the blooming flower
on the lips of the unfurling bud
radiates glamour in the frame of charisma,
suspended on the wall.

I float in the air of fascination
to the magnetic meadow of Mona Lisa, 
as the sensuous force enthralling,
unveils time-transcending beauty of woman.

Nothing lies between Eve...

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Metaphoric Maze
 
Still damp from the wash of a waking dream I realize the pain from the past and how much 
its lied
Although not by force I was led to believe in the dimmest of truths thus kept awash in grief 
All of the many...

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a gap in time
a window to the future
to late it’s closed

to late it’s closed
a window to the future
a gap in time

my heart… a window
beating rays of love shine out
beams of hope and peace

beams of hope and peace
beating rays of love shine out
my heart… a window

our...

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I'm the roving reporter on the move again
(despite having a cold I had to take the children to gymnastics and because I'm disorganised I'm crossing several lanes of traffic on foot whilst they are in there to get money out for a birthday card)
I'm a...

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"If you wish to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first invent the universe," ... Carl Sagan

Subtle crafts soundly, using euphemisms,
yet cluelessness dealt a sheltered abyss.
When one confront internal mechanisms,
whatchamacallit ... orphaned hit-or-miss.

A conundrum conspires an endowed soul,
behooves postmortem liken achievement.
Where'er wits helix...

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A string of pearls laden,
Stays bonded...
They are united,
Until broken...

The string be thy peace
And not a crease,
Be there as it might
Lead to a fight...

A deadly feud,
Many are sued,
Lives are gone...
Why now mourn ??

Do not let a scissor
Cut the string of peace
Do not let a trigger
Bring a...

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Thoughts honed to a razor’s edge
The dictionary and thesaurus be my whetstones
Set atop my stalwart quadrupedal aide
Pulverized hemlocks be my stationary cohort
A hewn cedar be cylindrical partner in rhyme
A sooty viscous slurry be my workmate
The milky sap of the arborist companion be my reviser
Time; unlimited;...

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