Extended Metaphor Poems | Examples of Extended Metaphor Poetry

“The essence in us is the same as the essence of the sun.” — Unseeking Seeker •••••••••••••••••••••••• At the beginning— before Satan lost his place in heaven, Man had but one thought—only the good, pure one. Our thoughts were like pearls shining in conscience’s trove, beacons of hope, our unwavering guide. Our hearts were like the sun— they shed light on knowledge, and...

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He was a canvas...a beautiful sight, An expanse of white, so pure and bright. Not like the moon that graces the night, Nor like the clouds that drift in flight Unlike anything else... but like a swan Engraved in chiffon. My feet drew towards him, Each step etched in the dim, Crystal chamber of love. My fingers traced him, Stroking with hymn...

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I don't take one side or two In disputes about who’s right And who’s wrong – it could be you Or it could be me tonight But the next day it may turn The other way round, the pendulum Swings and all I had to learn Will be lost in setting sun Now the nightmares get too real Heroes drop their marble masks...

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I don't desire mountains, Nor do I desire coasts But I hope when I knock your door, Death, You would be a gracious host. When I come to meet you Death, I hope you would be kind. And shoulder to carry me, None I'd need to find. I hope when I lay there, There would be people who would...

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Reflection catches My guilt . I lose the trust In whatever , God, I pray too. I need a release , I need to take the seat I need to Stare back at Me. Eyes opening a grave. Don't won't to Be IN THE WAY. I'm red, in chains Im Covered , In dirt Unburied Me slowly. I'm...

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Contest : Prior to Intent Sponsor : Unseeking Seeker 29.7.25 PLACED 2ND IN CONTEST _________________ IN THE BEGINNING intentions set luminescent spiralling quarks already written as codes at birthing of Soul from Divine Mind intricate patterns of His-Her inconceivable eternal infinite Plans tracings of filigree Love dormantly waiting for its Time to flower then fade so Soul descends carrying its precious curriculum safely packaged spiritual...

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Women — we are the fault lines of the world. Every shudder, every quake, every heartbreak — we hold it. We turn pain into knowing. We carry weight like it’s woven into us. We feel everything, everywhere, eternally. We are tuning forks for feeling, diviners of grief, antennae tuned to ache — drawn to the buried, the overlooked, the lost loves still pulsing under skin. We are sacred dowsing rods. We find water...

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if I could describe your soul it would be clear mirror shattering forevermore where pieces are jigsaw puzzles not fitting, falling under oak table stuck on persian carpet existing upside down on another planet soul shadows broken spiderwebs hanging on ceilings not existing another calls himself father holding elbow skin blowing in a wind...

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i need to know what's going on we're barren over here, yet over there look at them smugly reading the NEWS 'can you throw one over pal?' he pretends not to hear me and looks down the platform he's pretending to see if his train is about to arrive, thomas and friends, and it won't be here soon, so wind it in...

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OF WE AND THEY/EVEN US AND THEM! * In the beginning We were the architects Of God’s designed world; Then came them— The devastating forces Of its Garden Of Eden Decline:- We were the flowers And fruits of the Garden; Then they became The slithering and coiling Slime of disobedience And disrespect:- We were chosen To teach cross bearing With the Bearer thereof; Then they—save Mark— Tried...

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contest : multiplicity of self sponsor : Alice Reynolds 27.7.25 ——————————————- multiplicity self infinite and fractal god within found soul without thought ~ no thought...

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The factories no longer exhale fumes but fillers Clanging steel is traded for selfie stick. Whip is gone but the gaze remains. Wage is still dingy and stale. Accepted without questions. When the labour was visible, we called it brutal. Children with soot in lungs, blistered hands, bodies bent before they grew. Now the soot is scrubbed, hands are clean but the bending of...

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no turning back at nineteen years of age with bonded Love no eyes could see or earthly arms could hold dear into a fold of aligning human Heart with Divine injunction none could part self dies and dies some more mere cart dark night after dark night only He could lift in Time convoluted sore by suffering...

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separated by vows of abstinence but forever bonded by Light entwined two parallel Orders twinned in material poverty firm endured with One Heart beating to missions of Love ordained in living Truth never adjourned vessels of opposite gender each frolicking happy dancing and singing as children of holy futures Assisi blessed two exceptional...

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I need not build a mansion to find my peace of mind. I need no fleet of luxury cars for calm to dwell inside. All I need is a whisper — a gentle breeze blown beneath a clear, untroubled sky, under a tree that leans above a quiet, streaming brook casting a cool, soft shade. The bright sunlight will wrap me in a tranquil blanket, within a...

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