Simile Couplet Poems | Examples
These Simile Couplet poems are examples of Couplet poems about Simile. These are the best examples of Couplet Simile poems written by international poets.
Freedom ‘s In Love
Four feet on the porch. Arrive.
Red: the passionate roses a simile for the flush of a face. Alive.
Electrifying: each touch. empowering voltage generated in a glance.
Expression: whole self in soft adoration. a simplicity in the trance.
Destiny or Fate: the authors of internal tranquility and perfected symmetry.
Openness untold: a vision of faultless light through the lens of predestined chemistry.
Made the journey: a home named “Unity.”
‘Simplicity in harmony: major chords shunning even minor punity
Initials etched in a heart:
Never shall they be apart.
Service ‘s In Love
Setting out, four feet out the door,
Every step is a battle, finding peace amidst war
Right, left, right, opposite as the poles… even so
Varied in nature, a YELL and a Whisper… even so
Intentionally afloat, breathing by will… yet together
Cunning as a fox, free like a bird…yet together
Each love is a journey, true love stopped was never sown
‘Seasons of sorrow, those of pain, the sky’s tears blending with one’s own
Initials end the same,
Never alone though in pain…
Written By: D. Collins 5/7/24
Goodness in people dominates from the inside out.
Dismissing downtrodden people is not what it's about.
To avoid panhandlers' people would take a different route.
To ensure their lack of bathing didn't land on their suit.
Goodness is generational and not in every child.
Some have that "Gift" while others run wild.
It is the biggest diamond, along with a hoard of gold.
That one God-Given thing that could never be sold.
It's either in you or it ain't to be exceptionally good.
A different kind of liquid running through your blood.
A human characteristic that cannot be duplicated.
It reciprocates love rather than unwarranted hatred.
A tongue deformed’s a poisoned arrow ~
that murders indiscriminately, like Pharaoh
It's time for a serious poem
So I can truly show 'em
That I've mastered metaphor
simile, prosaic petit fours ...
I'll pull out all the stops
rhyme and meter, extra hops
Brew up such a batch of phraseology
as befits an epic of eschatology ...
My vocabulary will absolutely astound you
as to the heights it soars and leaps-'n'-bounds you
And as for opaque literary allusions
why, there will be multitudinous profusions ...
But if all this still does not pass critical muster
~ I'll hire AI to adjust her
Like burnt-out logs on ice-cold firedogs nudge,
emotions crumble at tentative touch.
In Iambic Pentameter: Stressed syllables are in bold.
Image Gene met a four
but Sima Lee he still a doored
The neighborhood buffet boasted
fried chicken and biscuits, toasted,
creamy gravy, and smashed taters.
You can serve yourself, no waiters.
Into the long line you will strut
more than ready to fill your glut.
Bypass the green salads and soup;
run quickly, to the fried foods swoop
all you can eat for one price cheap.
Pile your plate high in one big heap.
If one plate full is not enough,
get back in line and your mouth stuff
with fried okra and sweet cornbread,
rice, beans, pasta, and liver spread.
Undo your belt a notch or two
so one more bite you can chew.
Desserts abound, cookies and cakes,
puddings, custards, tarts, and milk shakes.
Round out the meal with soft ice cream.
Maybe two cones won’t burst a seam.
You leave, with a bloated waist thick,
well-sated, and full as a tick.
Your smile was made in pure love
offering much further than I fantasized
Poetry is hard to define
as its language may be refined
or coarse, like a horse with a whinny
or – pardon my simile – a whine
Some readers expect rhythm and flow
though others reject that, I know
A kaleidoscope of images may burst forth
unlike understated razor’s-edge mirth
Poetry's aura is in her mystery
~ that adorns her with majesty
I think that I shall never know
A poem lovely as the snow
The snow that melts in the hot sun
And makes playing with it so fun
The snow that's white, soft and fluffy
And stirs the heart of a toughie
The snow that looks quite delightful
Watching it fall, I'm insightful
Sometimes it's slick and wet and cold
But life's hidden beneath its hold
A poem has that special glow
But e'en it can't compete with snow
Written on 2nd March 2022
For Margarita Lillico's "A poem lovely as a" contest
White snow, furiously freely falling, carpeting the hued ground;
A freezing allegory of racism and xenophobia that’s still around:-
Chapter
Tanky lava meri pati shalvar sava
Menu pen yaki da part parha
Nayry A chitay din hanair pa
Menu pen yaki da part parha
Jhalya sain razi tay razi khuda
Menu pen yaki da part parha
Na karin dazan dazan tha tha
Menu pen yaki da part parha..
Do I look like a clown
My hairs black
My eyes brown
Do I look like a clown
My clock is stuck
My star is down
Do I look like a clown
I don't work in circus
Lhr is my hometown
Do I look like a clown..
In a country as psychotic as this any other response would be crazy.
Sunday evening stretches and yawns
drowsy as a tender fawn
Who frolics and plays throughout the day
then curls up midst leaves to lay
While sleep overspreads her dewy head
constellations crisscross above her head
How sweetly angels sing in her soft ears
a moonstruck smile o'er her lips appears
~ Sweet dreams, everyone! ~
Gershon Wolf, Oct. 03, 2021
Send me elixir back and bless me with the rain
The fruits of the sacred tree and the ointments of pain