Best Simile Poems

Well hopefully you've read the last "Poetry for Poets", now here's the one I wanted to write, enjoy...

POETRY FOR POETS 
(I own this- edition)

Poems
more organic...

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Well I wrote some lines, took a long, long time,
Got the metre right, polished up my rhyme,
Used some simile, used some metaphor, 
Used some words...

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Troop-troop-a-troop, into line, bright-eyed poets,
There’s one way to write now! We’ve told you! You know it!
Don’t mention your heart or your soul, don’t go aching
Or...

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It's not hard to see or tell this world of ours 
Isn't the same as it used to be. Granted, it has 
Never been perfect,...

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To begin, time and money we give
For our quest, our poetry pilgrimage
Here, our band of bards congregate
Here, we speak the language of language
The secret handshake...

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Red Cloud....

These reminiscing waters have grown somewhat stagnant now; mirthless repose

It seems as the shimmering simile river begins its, millennials requiem

Canines still echoing somewhere beyond...

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A hand of fine art
carving impressions of heart
beauty to embalm.
A creation glorified
inspiring while life denied.
...

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Monitoring self,
nature made her decisions:
disaster rained down…

The water rose—
Life sank beneath the level;
hope floated above…

Like Noah, we wait…
flooding water standing still—
Vultures roost on wires.
...

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As

bees do of nectar
seeds do of soil
birds do of berries
shells do of sea . . .

I always think of You....

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Brick by brick you build your house
   To get married, go find a spouse
Step by step, toddlers start to walk
   Sound...

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Like drops of paint on a painter’s easel
Resting quietly, patiently among others
To gently decorate the canvas;

Like soft silk folds of a lady’s dress
Pooling out, freshly...

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Your love flows through my veins
like the Nile River flows through
the sands of Eygpt.
Love flows through my veins
like rivers that break off into endless streams
and...

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of love of war

the staff of a prophet, seen
fairness not imagine, sings
shouting out, obscenity
recognized, yet

in search of fame, seeking stance
the moment arises, seek
of voice of...

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My Only Flame

Love, like fire, is all-consuming,
And forever should be blooming.
Endless courtship is not a game.
As we watch each year’s seasons turn,
My torch for you...

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The Color Missing
Red, black, and blue are the colors of our work pens. Red is the color of the blood we spill on other people’s...

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I’m a simple man 
In a simple world
Living a simple life
Loving a simple girl
Simplicity such
A wonderful thing
Got a simple heart
That wants to sing



So every day...

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I miss you, 
like the sky misses the stars.
like the streets when there are no cars.
like a government that has no laws,
like music, when it...

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A solitary piece the diamond
precious rare gem most treasured
by those lucky enough to hold
Once in possession it is rarely out of grasp
Like the gemstone the...

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Have You Ever Wished upon a Star?
And Did Your Wish Come True?
I Think I've Wished for Many Things,
But this Is My Wish for You.

I'd like...

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There once was a picture that wormed itself into my reverie
On a gray, cloudy morning, whilst it was raining and cold.
In this one picture were...

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Being bipolar
is like a rose born missing
some of its petals,—
its color is more vibrant
than all the other roses'!

It may never be
part of a "perfect" bouquet,—
but...

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Butterflies Are Free…
(For Karma Nurisha Wa Kupenda)

I touched a butterfly;
It flew away
Free:

Soaring
Into the gentle breeze.

Through the prism of my tears,
Rainbows caressed the skies:

I miss you
And...

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The day the stranger came, we bade
goodbye to our mad sanity,
Our high hopes for humanity
traipsed off in treachery’s parade.

He took our trust and trussed us...

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NYMPHS ON MIDDAY PROTEST


Crystal nymphs frolic at day-spring
Unto puffs, upon hush of blossom breast
sliding and gliding like dangling strings
Chilling the fever of midday protest
soft-sweet rest...

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