Metaphor Crush Poems

We were parallel walking
she asked if I found [famous person] attractive
I sucked a thoughtful tooth (as if)
and said I'm not one to fawn over
minor celebrities
she...

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She smiled,
The kind that fits
Like fine porcelain
On polished shelves.

She added the sugar,
Asked about the day,
But folded her voice
Into careful pleats.

No one noticed,
The twitch in her...

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Feel practically a peasant
When his magnificence is present....

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I think I deserve a ‘Best Actor’ award
For my performance as the Hopeless Romantic in the One Sided Lover
Although it’s more my life than a...

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I was skating on Saturn’s rings,
Ice shards tunnelling into my vision
Like blistering diamond tears
Melting away into a brilliant blue.

I was skating on Saturn’s rings,
Looked up...

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His love incarcerates her heart

Like a prisoner captive in shackles

Inescapable

All consuming,

Overwhelming

Like a magnet to its metal.
...

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I ask myself
what I want,
as if the veteran
doesn’t long
to return 
to the battlefield

March me into the wilderness
of your body
suffocate me
with your hot breath
burn me with...

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you’ve cast a spell on me; 
your eyes shine brighter than any spotlight
and i’m captive on 
the stage of your attention

your hair flutters around you-
the...

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I finished writing in my head 
And dashed to typing, but alas
I dropped the text, it fell unsaid
Crashed down in bits, just like a vase
Words...

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I am holding your eyes, feeling your words,
The waves gently overwhelm me, coaxing,
Pulling me under and luring me in.
Recede, leaving me freezing, shivering.

I am holding...

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So lost and broken
Constantly battered and beat
Not a word spoken

With a simple joke
A day of jest and of play
A new love to stoke...

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There’s a hill that I’m climbing 
I don’t know where it’s going 
but I hope it leads to you 
I don’t think I could take...

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I’d like to meet that devil down in Georgia 
‘cause I met one from California 
and we sure as hell don’t talk anymore

He had eyes...

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Eyes that have alluring Shine,
There intoxicating be filled with Wine ,
Those crimson marks on the glass..;
which the lips touched....
      ...

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A dusty quiver lay on my back
Its arrows clean and sharp

I wade with purpose through itchy reeds
My boots dragging in the muck

I hear you before...

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