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 not afraid
Of the beautiful myriad,
Understanding how addictive
Compulsiveness can be.
Opulent pleasure
Invades my space,
Stinging reality
With a new perspective,
Numbing submission
In a morphine choke-hold.
Sound and color bend,
A sensational delight
Of exotic flairs
And pendulums humming;
It’s unlike anything I’ve known
Except for his smile.
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 awake
I see reds out of blue
This love won't ever fade away
The thoughts, the reds, the love
It all feels the same ....
While I'm your subdue
I'm enchanted by your every way
Of life, of love, of truth
Just like the flowers of May
The way, the may, and love
It all feels the same......
My heart is over brimming
As your love is filling
And there is only one thing
As I'm scared to let you go
This fear, you dear, and love
It all feels the same....
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 deep end look
like a couple of feet
But as the game progressed
It picked up the heat
Now the Mother-****ing
shallow end looks deep.
The Story-Line was mind
blowing at the start
Slowly I climbed up , Part by
Part
Progressing, Tired, Game saved
in the book
The All nighters took -
Great...now I'm hooked
When I'm playing, I feel
Skillfully Brilliant
Like a militant, untouchable,
full of resilience
I got the skills to pay the bills
All my debts considered repaid
Until what goes up must come
down
One by One people Fade
If you understand the
metaphoric game that I played
Then you understand the steps
I had to take
After two years feeling high I
finally found
This isn't life it's time to come
down.
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 to handle mindless inclined to mindless
Adherence to authorities
And now in modern times we have a new
Metaphorical Zombie, the forms of hacker
Virus like Trojan horse
Ever disobedient in character
Most entertaining but less frightening
Are the made-up zombies
and the most obedient ones
As all are familiar with zombie kits,
Fake skin mixture, creamy face fainted
Fake blood makers, with stipple sponge
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Date 10/12/13
Dr. Ram Mehta
Third Place win
Contest: Halloween poem contest poem with only 1 theme
By Leonora Galinta
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 were chewable
Obscurity's trenchant
sorrows blotting
tissue paper cuts,
tears aptly smeared
in hidden fears of
first dashed allusions,
darkly flippant metaphors
sans passionate accolades
left to gingerly decay,
grandiloquently speaking,
'Happily Ever After' is
hardly a verbose nuance
throughout a quinine
poet's collection
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 met it the other day while writing a haiku
Last one to leave my
Broken heart
Alone
It tries to glue my life back together
But I'm already gone
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 and you,
when you’re in my vision suffused
with the radiance of rainbow allure,
shimmering with the enigmatic smile.
The spectacular still life icon,
created by the painter supreme,
activates the sense of awe in me
with the perpetual attraction.
The aura of exquisite brilliance exudes
in the masterpiece of superb living art.
The metaphor of her persistent appeal
defines women’s mesmeric magnificence.
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May 3, 2023
For A Brian Strand Premiere No, 1213 Contest
"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 baptism, buried hole,
an urchin crawlspace, be I foundling sent.
Newborn bid birthright a pardoned envoy,
of mature absence deemed as uncharted.
Internals blueprint designed, bad employ,
indeed, tunnels end--will be lights outed.
Rare conscientiousness temper unknown,
infiltrate hallmark translates as dethrone.
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 upon, "'My Fathers' Words" ~
"Of all things are yours," He said, "but choose wisely, that you may live"
"Eternally within this everlasting paradise; which I have created for you and My children!?"
"For nothing should you wish, shall never not be yours"
"Yet I have placed temptation afore your eyes, that your faithfulness may be sown...."
I have walked through this garden as if, but only a dream
Beholding paradisiacals boundless and endless glories; majestic ~
Although, when I approach this certain simile that, "My Father" had spoken about
I always stop and stare for a moment; marvelling upon its wonderment
This golden fruit; which sometimes permeates my wanting heart
From wall to wall and throughout its corridores
But for a taste, of its enticing flavours
Glistening before my wanton red lips, this metaphor....
Sweetened desires; to savour upon the very tip
Of my thirsting and yearning tongue!?
Ahh, just one bite I think, as I then do contemplate, if "My Father," would ever know?
For she looks so lovely; as spellbound becomes her enchanted
Amid her listful and temptress view; aslant....
Caught betwixt the flesh and the spirit once more, as I peer upon her leaves
Finding these stirring rushing currents, soaring through my searing veins
Within another day inside of this garderobe; my soul perplexed
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Before this metaphoric tree of, such, forbidden fruit!?
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 things now remade as they truly were splendid things simple hidden treasure
Grasping at the meaning from the other side of the murky metaphor is finally a thing not so
futile
It has always been worth the while even as the seconds have become long yet timeless years
My epic life a work of art the masters of fate around me still hard at work in bliss and
contempt
As I look down on the tableau from where I’ve become the high road, I can see it very
clearly now
It has never been the easy path filled with twist, turns, danger, and despair but so worth it all
Erected by cause and effect as a monument for later travelers to ponder as they reach for
the summit
Yes as feeble as it may seem the wizened ones were so right, the journey is its own reward
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 hearts… our windows
our souls exposed… see the love
poems yet untold
poems yet untold
our souls exposed… see the love
our hearts… our windows
bleeding hearts
seen from my back room window
fuchsias in the rain
fuchsias in the rain
seen from my back room window
bleeding hearts
my window… open…
a heartfelt song fills the air
my true love calling
my true love calling
a heartfelt song fills the air
my window… open…
blacked out… all windows
a chance life might survive
broke many a heart
broke many a heart
a chance life might survive
blacked out… all windows
he stands before you
your window open… calling
his heart is yours
his heart is yours
your window open… calling
he stands before you
I feel your pain
your window open… you call
my heart fills with love
my heart fills with love
your window open… you call
I feel your pain
i hold a ladder
pray open thine window
heal my bleeding heart
heal my bleeding heart
pray open thine window
i hold a ladder
time to end it all
your windows open… let’s fly
two hearts… again… one
two hearts… again… one
your windows open… let’s fly…
time to end it all
windows in the clouds
fleeting chances… heaven calls
nigh 50 years hearts waiting
nigh 50 years... hearts waiting...
fleeting chances… heaven calls
windows in the clouds
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 crease....
Thy be the pearl....
Peace the string,
And the necklace laid out,
On the earth all green.
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; to be committed to sonnetifcation
Mete by minute or by days…to precompose
To choreograph the mind’s breadth of complexity
To see the inferences…laid out; covertly or overtly
Upon reaching a draft of my pre-thoughts; spelt out
To reave the uncomplicatedness from each line
Leaving nothing unprinted upon the page.
I adorn your flesh in trivial words and heat,
The quartz in each brushwork may deplete.
Ashy blossoms under shattered feet,
In the dusk, inspired by optimization accrete.
Deep-set violet eyes without a discreet,
Reaching clouds that cover your sight beat.
Seeking to deprive the tempo of greet,
Illuminating this obstacle isn't defeat.
When your sight is adequate to compete,
I shall entice you till our bones excrete.
Betrayals occur during the heat of deceit,
Overwhelmed in combustion entreat.
Salt from the sea is in tears and downbeat,
Inhaling every color of poetry may reheat.
I bestow my words to the shells of your feat,
Leaving blurry traces in my vision to meet.
You are safe and muttered during the retreat,
I am inhaling your irrational fear and heat.
Rose petals satiate voids in the heartbeat.
Written: December 04, 2022