Love Extended Metaphor Poems | Examples
These Love Extended Metaphor poems are examples of Extended Metaphor poems about Love. These are the best examples of Extended Metaphor Love poems written by international poets.
YOU, LOVE, AND GOD'S LIBERATING SCAR
Ever remember,
You’re the child of God’s grace:
The devil’s desire:-
Satan craves God’s goods:
Can’t steal, he seeks to adopt
All confused navels:-
Navels can’t erase
The scars of their beginnings:
Heaven can’t be hell:-
Hate can’t adopt love:
So, slap Satan in his face,
And walk away free.
You are God’s glory;
A liberated navel:
A keloid of love:-
A PERSPECTIVE IN LIFE’S UPS AND DOWNS
Late last night, I was
Parallel to the full moon:-
That changed this morning:
I am perpendicular
To another day’s sunshine
Glory be to God
Another surviving night,
And its rising day:
Me ready for all of life’s
Up and down tribulations:-
In life’s ups and downs,
Let’s forever be in God’s
Labors of His love:
Seeking true equality
For all of humanity:-
In life’s ups and downs,
Let us pull down injustice;
Raising up justice:
Don’t be blind to injustice,
Up there, pulling down, justice:-:
Much more could be said,
But it’s parallel time now—
Tomorrow waiting:
May God see fit to have me
Perpendicular again:-
TODAY’S POLITICAL BIRTH CONTROL
They aborted love,
Defertilizing justice:
Birthing injustice:-
Oppression pregnant again:
Democracy miscarried:-
IN THE TRIANGLE OF TIMED LOVE:
A REPOSED REFLECTION
Out of his love,
God has given us
One of His
Greatest gifts:Time:-
And time
Has its way:
Yesterday came
And stayed
Until time
To go;
Today has come
To stay
Until time
To go;
Anf tomorrow
Is waiting
Until it’s
Her time
To come:-
How blessed
We are
To be in
In this womb
Of the pyramid of life:
With eyes on the prize,
God is the apex of life’s love:
He’s on both sides of our being,
And is the base of all of our hopes:-
ENDLESS
Love is endless;
So is the healing she gives:
Healing her own pain.
(relationship Senryu poems)
A boy will make you
think he's in love with you
When he really isn't.
A girl will make you
think that she doesn't love you
when she really does.
He wrote her poems
that sounded like yelp reviews
with less than five stars
He praised her sharp wit—
like someone admiring a
knife pointed at them.
.
.
A song for this:
Highway Tune by Greta Van Fleet
SURVIVAL FITNESS
Where there is vision,
Enlightening shows the way;
And love survives all:-
LABORERS OF GOD
In labors of love,
We plow and cultivate life:
Reaping healing grace.
I love the smiling moon, in an equinox sky
It makes me think the cosmos is amused
At one such as I
Just before it sets, it's the wink of an eye
It's a hedge on the bets I've allowed to slip by
I can't really imagine it's not there for me
I doubt that anyone else is aware of the trick
I'm aware just myself, I'm the target of it
That's enough just to know, I don't need a sign
To be holding this thought, is to hold the divine
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My sweet pastel pea flower beneath an evergreen tree,
I'll take you home, put you in my pottery before leaves fall free.
I'll love you forever and ever, for all of eternity.
OF ECHOING SUPREME LOVE
Out of the smoking ashes of hate,
Supreme, spiraling love is born:-
Where supreme love is spiraling,
Its winds and rains flow away hate’s ashes:-
So it is, and always will be, the Godly echo:
Wherever love abides, no hate can ever reside.
IN THE UPLIFTING OF THE CHILDREN
(A 5-7-5 Nourishing Free Flow)
Human sunflower:
That’s the beauty that you are;
Continue to bloom.
You’re a fruit of God,
Loaded with seeds of success:
Juiced with ambition.
Be the you, you are,
A sacred child of God's love:
And He’s errorless.
You are the sunshine,
And moonlight in our blessed life:
Glory to God.
Remember this truth:
Only God can be perfect;
Just seek to be good.
do you hear
subtle thunderings there,
the arrow shot of fired jumbo jets,
swinging propellers swelling lumps of cold regrets,
or is it all I wanted, a love none forgets,
home to dispossess layers, claim herds,
entice with foreign words...
winter birds
A WOODY PREDICAMENT'S RETRIEVAL
Here stumped in the forest of life:
Where would we be without trees
And their sage planking of life?
Would, if I could, say where;
But I’m here, lost in the woods!
May the rod and staff of faith
Navigate me in liberty’s grace
In the coming branching of the
Spring of the treeing of my life;
Healing fruits of peace, love, and joy,
Bringing proverbial holly jolly retrieval:
“I once was lost, but now, I’m found:-”