Metaphor Cry Poems

the soul of the clouds soar
everlasting filled with the dews from the aire
as well as the grounds recirculating, reciprocal
hazing drips drops of moisten first heavens...

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Oh, you African!
 Of cocoa skin and black-haired 
Like your judgments 

You African!
 The lamb in the elections 
Son of the people, wandering in the...

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Redefining what you think is courtesy 
This sinking ship we've found
Remains the perfect metaphor 
In all the worst ways 

You're already in my head
You're the...

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The brightest yellow ball is dilute on the vast blue horizon.

The heavenly peace that the restless breezes create is indescribable.

It might be the last day...

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"Do not stand by my grave and weep", they said.
Here's something she would have said instead.
"Hey, smile, all of your smiles are beautiful."
Hers was more...

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The waves beat at the shore
Abruptly pouncing
Slowly retreating
Again and again
White froth churning 
My eyes watering
My throat tightening
I open my mouth
Nothing
Silence
Water blissfully moving by me
The silence...

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I sit here, perched on the wall
Frozen forever 
Face in my hands
Black waves tumbling past my shoulders
Smiling, pearly white teeth glistening
My brown eyes admire you...

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Here she is 
Her smile as if painted on
Shining, eye catching
Her shell cracking
Breaking, snapping
Slowly revealing the true little clown
Oh, my silly little fool
No amount of...

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The broken piggy bank
strewn into a bajillion little pieces

Unexpected largesse
yours truly patiently waits,
a metaphor of my dire financial straits
courtesy papa's unsuspecting muse
the missus, this wordsmith...

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My friend, don’t struggle so
Not much longer to go
No more working for the all-mighty buck
No more lusting after the…
Ahhh your dirty mind 
Will be the...

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Standing beside pillars of marble, outstretched arms
carry me to the furthest seas from this rotting foundation.
The corrupt cornerstone shall fall,
Pluck one's eyes out to watch...

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my coat of yesterday hangs by the hook
holding onto every teardrop
dripping
down
the
sleeves,
mascara stained from my eyes.
blurry puddles decorate my vision,
rain dancing on the ground.
the sun settles...

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A tradition beyond the grave, leading the dead and dying to sporadically engrave 
upon themselves an epitaph, in hopes of discovering their forgotten path. 

And...

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waves break on the beach
sea warnings. fury cry out
keep your waste outside !...

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Autumn trees cry
   while the bold wind carries
 its leaves, tears and verses...

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