Comparison Poems - Poems about Comparison

THE HEAVYWEIGHT AND THE FEATHERWEIGHT Poem written for Ridiculous Comparisons Poetry Contest, Miranda Hawley, sponsor, July 23, 2025 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ There’s the elephant, a lumbering titan, a true heavy weight with a heart that beats like thunder, each footfall a seismic event, a gentle giant, who with the grace of a ballet dancer could crush a car if ballet were performed in...

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Happy Mother’s Day! Hooray, should I say? Nay! ‘Tis naught but disarray you fool I dodge ducks – their beluga-toned feathers at least– and the platinum pillows from whence they came Whizzing by like my long four years of fame, Eggs of pikachu hue, toast of darkest sinew Oh no, I must go She’s as happy as a blobfishy How was I to...

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My husband is like a ripening pumpkin Loves to lie down inert on the ground, most of the time. Lack of exercises has made his belly bloat, Like pumpkin, that now he looks a comic sight. A pumpkin carved in shape with a light inside, Serves as an adornment in Halloween season. Though funny to view, he is beautiful inside, With a...

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i wonder if my sister is aware she’s the reason i lost my muchness it’s like i don’t want to be loud anymore i want to be like a whisper or a gust of wind i want to be quiet and go unnoticed so bad that i tip toe and hold my breath maybe because i approached it...

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I know making you less perfect won’t make me any better yet I can’t help it I fabricate your flaws in my head  as if it would make my own disappear  almost as if ruining you made me any better … almost as if making you imperfect made me as perfect as you —maybe I should learn to love my flaws instead of obsessing...

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As poet, I never said I was any good. If you think I did, you've misunderstood. I only said that between me and Shakespeare, there's only one winner-take-all there. And I left it up to you to guess who....

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Son of Man, pause before judgment's seat, Lest haste consume your soul's retreat. Do what's right, yet don't waste precious time, For pleasing all is a futile rhyme. In seeking validation, you may lose your way, And those you please will mock you on your final day. Marry with wisdom, don't borrow to impress, For pleasing others can lead to financial distress. You...

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Cars, we never had the luxury of cars, We would endure harsh conditions just to get to places. Places, we never had sleek structures, Our buildings were made of mud, unconducive for learning. Learning, you complain of stress, The only things we had were books. Books cause we never had the internet, We would sweat in the library just to get facts. Facts,...

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The thirst for effervescence, A sweetness I’ve always craved, To be a child of such incandescence, So that no soul can claim I’ve failed. Yearning to be witty, even reverential, Merely to be something good, Desperate to claw up some potential, So that no soul can claim I am pointless. Lusting to be known as an ingenue, Perfection in a woman’s form, An image id...

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Birds can glide high above the sky, They see everything and can see through a lie They can go up up and high, And can always go faster than a fly. Birds nest where predators can’t rest, Fight in groups to scare off the best Feed their children and keep from stress Then migrate together, flying far far west. Us humans cannot fly...

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Life is.... Life is to live, To make something of ourselves if we can. Then to relinquish it all to the past. As to live is also to die. ...

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All my dreams of you are sweet With no one else do you compete You stand alone I here declare With no one else do you compare We'll write our songs both night and day With no one else I'd rather play I want to visit Lake Annecy With no one else, just you and me A rustic cabin in the woods With...

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A poet I aspired to be, Yet words that mattered were in opposition with me. A pen I could hold, a book I owned, But the feelings were never my own. A writer's soul is a shattered vase, Tired from the pain and strain it etched to a lonely page. However, mine was untouched, free From the shadows that lurked behind a...

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Duel A soldier sits, sleeps, breaths. She wonders why she fought. When people go about their day without so little a thought. Why did I face Death, she thinks- and the monsters and the war- to join the princes who have lived without so little a chore. Death has many faces. Ravens, foxes, sparrows too. The blackness of the Thames...

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May answering the question which sunset is your favorite be something you never do…. because you decrease the beauty and they joy of each when you begin to compare the two...

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