Extended Metaphor Poems | Examples of Extended Metaphor Poetry

haiku : swan —————- feathers of grace white glide across waters of time swallow dragonflies hiku ~~~~ f e athe R s Of GRACE ...

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In colors he bloomed, with a big red nose, He chose the job where laughter grows. There he stood in rounded boots, With a grin of mischief and playful hoots. Dressed like a child, his costume loose, A floppy hat, a bright jumpsuit. Then came the rain--it cleared the crowd, While the magician watched, silent and proud. And through the downpour, something broke...

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I wash my face twice a day Once vigorously As if I am exercising demons Residing in my pores And once gently In circular, sweeping movements Like I am washing away the crust of tears That have come to settle on my cheeks...

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BEING IN GOD’S DELIVERANCE Be of pregnant faith, Its waters breaking daily; Healings being born: Fertilized hope delivers. Nothing can abort God’s grace:- ...

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A DOVED SHELL A slow-moving shell, caboose-like crawling in peace: Cute little turtle:- ...

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TO POETIC REAPING In the mind’s garden, the poem of poems, germinates in its fertile soil: The poem’s ripening word-fruits seeded with enlightenment:- May poetic grace be reaped from rhythmic sows of flowing guidance:- May poetic words be cultivated throughout all of the seasons:- In the mind’s garden may inspirational grace forever blossom: And may encouraging light ever be sun-shined:- Praises be to God for fertilizing my mind’s poetic garden:- ...

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Truth is known when ego is shorn but what’s imbibed, we can’t pass on, for how may sunlight be revealed, to the deluded who shun dawn? Soul’s light within is not revealed, unless our heart’s resolve is steeled, discarding dark desires mundane, to embrace power God does wield. Pitter patter of falling rain, moments when fears are to rest lain, entwines soul with the universe, freeing...

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Only when my costume’s Been hissed at with steel Do my garments ripple in small, stormless waves. Only when my mask Has been greased in pale mud Do my blemishes blend with the sea of my face. Only when my hair’s Met a shower of glue Does it cow to the waves that my fingers might make. Only when my prop Has been sharpened in...

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tactical rainbows a fresco to p a i n t red berets, blue berets rainbows are tactic F R E E Madiba and Fidel play chess upstairs glass goblets t ink LING then...

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I didn't fill out any paperwork. There was no memo, no consent form. Just a nameless morning when the mirror refused to acknowledge anything above my collarbone. After that, people entered me carrying grief in cardboard boxes. Pressed buttons for floors that didn't exist. A man from 4D requested the roof, as if it were still an option. On Thursday,...

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Blues and Memories fleeting. (part 1 of 10) I wrote suicide note on sweating whiskey glass, Pain pleading on moments pass. Pet names on cords of base guitar Piano naming memories for each black and white bars, I started seeing those memories enveloped in scars. Fleeting but leaving behind Traces of you dancing to a dying flame of a...

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haiku 12 : crescendo beloved adorn skin rips skin, blood spurts air pure horn hails emptiness hiku ~~~~~~~ b e LOVE d adorn skin R ...

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twelve of us he choose to paint sons of Jacob in an earthen jar so sturdy plonked us with vehemence directed by neuronal cells skull protecting scrambled delicacy managed by eyes emitting fire spark piercings fingers reading poverty boats ...

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VI. We are all metric modulations of our former selves—changing time signatures mid-measure, learning to count in odd meters when life refuses to conform to 4/4 expectations finding beauty in 7/8 existence— the off-kilter cadence of becoming. The teenager tattoos pain across her skin in sixteenth-note flurries— razor crescendos marking flesh rimshots echoing in a locked room her body a snare absorbing what no one will hear. But the counselor...

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How wonderful is the sandalwood that even when it succumbs perfumes the axe that cuts it down!...

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