Best Simile Poems
He read her like a book
as her wistful words poured forth
from deep within the pages
of her tender seeking soul.
He lay mesmerized
as her paragraphs spoke
softly to him, luring him
so deep into her soothing spell.
He gently held the precious volume
in his searching hands
while memorizing each and every line
that danced across her parchment pages.
He perused her thoughts
so deep into the summer night,
word by word, as he sought
to understand the secrets of her soul.
He caressed the palish pearly pages
as her wistful whispered words
tenderly touched the fantasies within his mind,
fulfilling all his dreams,
until the light of dawn began to break.
On this summer night
he read her like a book…
again and again.
August 1, 2022
Poem of the Day - August 3, 2022
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 than fertilizer
rooted in the **** of life
manure
Some grow wild
seeking their light
through a gnarled thicket
of images
and symbolism.
Ill watered
or sprayed with chemical defoliants
they strangle themselves,
few
managing to blossom.
Manicured
Poems thoughtfully precisely planted
to achieve optimum yield
banquet
though occasionally
poems require to be forged
beaten into shape
like a horse shoe
with a few holes
accurately placed
ensuring they will be nailed
to their purpose
Pruned
dead words and metaphors
selectively snipped away
stunning display
There are times when it’s best to live with your poetry
Cover yourself with its words until they stretch and become sloppery
For its comfort increases as the stanzas begin to fray
Patched elbows illuminating what you intend to say
And eventually you’ll have a poem to slip into by the fire
To savour with hot chocolate as it ignites your desire
Poems
more organic than fertilizer
flourish when tendered
with love
A tree is like a blank book
that nature writes her seasons on
In Winter black branches woebegone
With snow and ice and brazen rook
A tree is like a blank book
Which spring soon paints in pink chiffon
As if at a signal — to act upon
Not one blossom will overlook
A tree is like a blank book
And summer the season of sweet bygone
And tongue in cheek, writes, green as a lawn
Cool tangle of leaves and meadowbrook.
A tree is like a blank book
Where autumn leaves warm tones adorn
In her golden shroud the year withdrawn
Until nature gives back all she took.
Friends are like stars
Steady, glittery and bright
Embossed perfectly
With their yellow-white
To the black velvet
Of our dreary minds
Adorning them with
Eternal sparkles of light
Inspiring us with their
Deep keen insights -
Each one unique
Of it's own kind;
Friends are like stars
Luminous and lustrous
Radiating rays of hope
When in darkness we grope
As life's harried hassles
Leave us doomed and baffled
Eclipsing the brightness and
Cheeriness of our souls -
Each one glinting
With its warm glow.
Date: 08/08/2022
For Simile Contest
Sponsor: Hilo Poet
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, but I've seen better days
I've become numb to a cavalcade of bad news
That saturate the television, social media
The radio, the newspapers.
I see our world changing with my own eyes
Every day, and not for the better. Sometimes I feel
As if I'm dreaming, but it's not a dream. It's reality
It's like I went to sleep one fine day, and woke up
To a world gone mad. A world, like crumbs
Falling off bread being sliced
What happened to the state of civility? What happened
To the nature of our social fabric? What is happening
To our country?
I'm so sick of Liar-In-Chief Donald Trump spewing
Hundreds of lies every day, further breaking
His unbreakable record of falsehoods. But why stop there?
Since his presidency, racism, xenophobia
Fear-mongering, corruption, foreign and domestic
Terrorism all surged exponentially
Under his watch, police brutality is at an all-time high
What is the world coming to when our "President"
Sides with foreign cold-blooded dictators
Over America's intelligence agencies?
What is wrong with that picture? This nation, this world
We're living in just isn't the same as it used to be
More and more African-Americans are ending up
Dead at the hands of trigger-happy police officers
More and more celebrities are falling from grace
Many emerging as sexual predators since
The inception of the "MeToo Movement"
Oh, and let's not forget about the Catholic priests!
The never-ending wars in Iraq and Afghanistan
Continue to claim the lives of American soldiers
Needlessly. When will our heroes finally come home?
What happened to the political climate?
It has grown so toxic. Washington politicians
Are failing to do the job the American people
Elected them to do.
The GOP has become the party of Trump
A so-called leader who stays up all night
Tweeting more nonsensical lies, who continually fan
The flames of division, continually assault
Freedom of the press, calling a legitimate investigation
Of Russia's meddling in America's election process
A "Hoax" and "Witch Hunt." But we all know better, don't we?
I wish I could go back to sleep and wake up
To the way the world used to be...
Poem Of The Day on 12/03/2018
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.
My thoughts like wafts of vapors,
surround me in my dreams,
shifting like the tide,
the ebb and flow along shores seams.
Awakened by a hazy dawn, drifting
in clouds of sleep,
images appear like ethereal vestiges;
emerge, tease, fade, and seep.
Like a poetic puzzle, scattered pieces
lie in wait, for their place in the whole,
a vision that words express;
images from the depth of a passionate soul.
Date: July 30, 2022
For: Brian Strand Premiere Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Placed 8th in contest
POTD on Aug. 1st, 2022
In my meadow the scent of spring ripples in air,
I see the dance of patina on dainty petals of daisy,
unfurling with the touch of dawn’s spectrum,
like your hazel eyes out of the trance of dream.
The flowers blossom in chromatic charisma of joy,
look up to the sunburst pallet of the seamless sky,
the essence is suffused with splendorous sparkle,
painting pristine portrait of your of surreal beauty .
As the satin night showers the silver tinsels,
floating in the mystique miasma of moonbeam,
I descry the sparkling sky descend in my garden,
you shine with sapphire hue as sprouting stars.
The celestial charm of golden glow,
pulsates in my heart with enticing rhythm,
that radiates the luring luster of exultation
from the core of fair petals of your floral face.
Pining for the embrace of your radiant purity
I make my yearning an ornate vase,
place a bunch of blooming buds,
that flower you for me as fresh as a daisy.
_____________
July 30, 2022
Contest : Simile
Sposnored by : Hilo Poet
As
bees do of nectar
seeds do of soil
birds do of berries
shells do of sea . . .
I always think of You.
it isn't what it is
it is what it isn't
a window
a prism
a lens
a schism
fresh metaphors and similes
the light from which the darkness flees
that lets the eye
see what it sees
removing blinds
transforming minds
it isn't what it is
it is what it isn't
"We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are."
-Anaïs Nin
"Art isn't the truth. Art is a lie that makes us realize the truth"
-Pablo Picasso
With you in my life
my beautiful wife
My feelings are deep and true
I will forever belong to you
Your voice is music to my ears
Or a poem by William Shakespeare
I felt like fireworks burst at our first kiss
Oh, my sweetheart ... hugs from your husband Chris
03.09.2017
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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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 washed,
With a hint of sweet perfume;
Like a cluster of warm, new colors
Gathered in the glowing sunrise,
Bringing the fragrance of a brand new day;
Like velvety scraps of a doll maker’s cloth
Like the sweet soft blush on children’s cheeks
Like the smile of sunshine welcoming spring
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 will ever burn.
No regrets giving you my name.
You always will my soul inspire,
Forever be my one desire--
My first and last and only flame.
Originally posted in June 2014
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
When I get up
I simply turn on
That simple stuff
It’s the simple things
In life for me
Because simple things
Are always free
I love to mingle
I’m kind and gentle
Have a heart of gold
That likes to giggle
Have a simple smile
Like a crocodile
And I dress so smart
With simple style
So every day
When I get up
I simply turn on
That simple stuff
It’s the simple things
In life for me
The simple things
Just set you free
I have a simple home
With simple style
A simple garden
Flowers worthwhile
Simplicity is such
A beautiful thing
Have a simple heart
That wants to sing
I’m a simple man
With a simple heart
Love a simple wife
Cause she’s simply smart
Live in a simple town
In a simple way
With our simple kids
That are simply great
So every day
when we get up
We simply turn on
That simple stuff
It’s the simple things
In life for us
Those simple things
You can simply trust
© Copyright K.C.Leake
15th November 2015
All Rights Reserved
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 is on pause.
I miss you,
like the desert misses the rain
like an addict without cocaine,
like a kiss that misses lips
like actors without their scripts.