Animal Extended Metaphor Poems | Examples
These Animal Extended Metaphor poems are examples of Extended Metaphor poems about Animal. These are the best examples of Extended Metaphor Animal poems written by international poets.
DARK SYMPHONIES
Tuned frogs and crickets,
Challenging my ear’s scorings:
Last night’s symphonies:-
Human being, stretched tension
between the divine and animal realms,
distant balance suspended
between the exiguous and the abysmal!
The body only acts
with what eyes see
and the spirit grasps...
Only in my solitude,
I absorb the complete calm
and the serene sound of silence.
Gentle gestures generate kindness,
tender manners generate tenderness...
attention generates desires,
care generates love...
If you have love,
love without restrictions...
if you have more than love,
let me love even more...
I like much more
what my soul wants,
than just what the body desires,
having both feelings,
life will be full of beauty...!
In life we must avidly,
seek full knowledge
like someone searching for a precious stone...!
A DOVED SHELL
A slow-moving shell,
caboose-like crawling in peace:
Cute little turtle:-
Human being, a stretched rope
between the divine and the animal,
a difficult balance between the marvelous
and the abysmal
I see the sea.
The odds at sea,
Sound’s Greek to me.
As the channel frees
a shepherd abandons
his flock shone a barren
headland aloof promised land
were wild vegetation
grows thick as wool.
Color blindness tame
the wolves, convince
the sheep transcend
and stay for a while.
There will be peace
up on the headlands
now and up till ...
"Big Ben renamed: Eiffel Two
Decadence at Windsor Palace
Wolves in sheep wool
Decadent Palace of Versailles
Sheep in wolf's fur."
~~~IDYLLIC: Rumours Of Wars~~~
God does not make mistakes
He has always been right...
Men are human,
animals are animals...
But humanity
with free will,
always undoes something...
that is why there are men
with great Sense of humanity,
and others who are pure animals...!
The continuance
of our beliefs, culture, and dreams,
remain steadfastly anchored within our children;
no wonder we love them so.
We assure them the bogeyman doesn't exist
in the real world;
but warn them that fear can affect lives,
harden hearts, and displace love.
We teach the emergence of man
from animal to human beings.
And though their minds bristle with questions,
we assure them they'll figure out the answers on their own.
We emphasize the importance of truth;
how one garners Karma from both life's failures
and its successes.
And we introduce them to faith,
where feelings for each other flourish
surrounded by hope.
And teach them to love and forgive one another;
so when they pass life's baton to death,
they'll become eternal ambassadors
of love.
A majestic beast, so wild and free
Tamed and held in captivity
Chained and bound, no longer wild
The beast's spirit, so broken and mild.
The beast is forced to toil and serve
The master's will, it can't observe.
Its dreams and hopes, all put to rest
Its voice, unheard, its soul, oppressed.
A herd of sheep, obedient and meek
Their spirit broken, their will, weak.
Led through the darkness, their future bleak
Their dreams and hopes, no longer speak.
Though hope is lost, the spirit remains
The beast and the sheep shall sustain.
Though it has taken away their will
Their courage and pride will never be still.
I wish to be a bird
to see the world
to represent peace and freedom
Instead, I am confined
in a glass cage
that shatters to the touch
In this world
I am a lion
stuck in a fake reality
beautiful to look at
confined by my own reflection
always to be on display
but never to be seen
to represent beauty and anger
painted to be a villain
forever stuck
The afternoon was spent calulating
what would be misfortune to millions
as he calulated the winnings from
the online " Hoss lottree Game"
the odds were in his favor and
nanometers in the visible spectrum
wave lengths and frequencies
inline turbine which flows
he stood at the bbq pit a master with
a spatula in his hand bragging about
his odds and days later we found him right and rich!
He won and won big, from there he created
The Capstone Grill and invested in
Stemcell Meat production. Helping to create
a culture were affordalie meat
would be sold to masses of people
as an alternative to animal meat and protiens.
From the book Music Lover
Songs by Chancey
A Cornered Rat
No matter what the enemy’s might.
The smallest of beasts will stand and fight.
Whether a cat or a mighty bear.
Confront him only if you take care.
For a cornered rat will stand and fight.
No matter what the enemy’s might.
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
clouded omens across code
the objective fact of the atmosphere here
starves even the most modest
ambitions of fish outside their home waters
journey of yearning mundane
day-glow gradients of green
scales gasping
toward the summit
regret etched in the eyeball
a penumbra casting its subtle shadow
lips rest in swags of exhausted lassitude
beleaguered
by their own bland arguments
against the reality
hung above a feckless mountainside face up
blind to the gallows scaffold
too much air in the jagged aspiration
of escape
the breathless canvas of a departing day
An isolated silhouette grows
amongst cowering greens as
an aimless impression yonder
trace mimicking lifeless postures.
Outlines vanish from the capture
as that raises a different outcome,
yet the instinctive mingling seems
to handily host its surroundings.
An uncomfortable challenge awaits
the undaunted souls whose remapping
and charting of the intriguing stranger
that disarms their unused weapons.
A laid-out weave of strong fibers and
the jungle gifts neatly covers it as a
large freshly killed Peccary lies in the
middle. Woosh! Snarls the elusive one!
Having to undertake my journey through life
I face unusual situations...This time with animals...
In the lagoon the alligator opens its huge mouth and orders me:
-Swim.
.. In the field, the sibylline serpent hisses:
- Walk...
. !In the cold white snow the scary wolf looks at me and howls:
- Pass.
.. On the prairie the fierce buffalo roars
- Ride..
.. At the top of the rock, cunning menacing lion studies me and snores: -
Come here,,,
I almost calmly admonish:
- I'm not stupid or anything else I tell them: "I don't obey your orders" ..
This is how I continue my journey. Being able to tell this story alive,,,! ...!
Reins lifted in spite, a grimace
Blistering the urge to forgive the way
Black changed to gray right before your eyes,
Easing away the pain like, in fading, it might
Be changed to innocence like snow, freezing the weakness
In a heart who bleeds, pouring out tears in crimson
Pools, deep and liquid as rivers and seas
Who keep believing in the teasing sprays,
Wistful, still angry, deep down ~
At the depths where melancholy meets grief
And each memory rains pure defeat,
Aching, lost and dying to be found somewhere
On the road to one moment before the decision
Was made into reality and the reins were raised
Trembling with the darkest rage, gasping
From the insidious need to kill the ache who
In fading, left the hoof print of loneliness all over
The soul who keeps wandering back to that place
For more ~ it beats out a rhythm that might be thought
More tender than the actual beat of its dark surrender
In defeat, the soul quakes and the mind aches
As the heart ~ oh, yes, the heart ~ it simply breaks!