Metaphor Goodbye Poems | Examples
These Metaphor Goodbye poems are examples of Goodbye poems about Metaphor. These are the best examples of Goodbye Metaphor poems written by international poets.
soft, soft, I ring the bells
soft, the bluebells blooming
softer tho' her pleading eyes
with each breath, consuming ...
hark, hark, I call to thee
hark, so blushes morning
hearken to her linen cheek
crimson as the borning ...
haste, haste, alas the years
haste to cut the bracken
hasten to her dimming gaze
'fore the shadows slacken ...
hush, hush, I whisper yet
hush to bide the nether
hushing now, her angel voice
gone, my love ... forever.
A SHOOTING STAR
In quietness of night,
a fired star waving goodbye;
turning off its light:-
Sitting here
in igneous space
wrestling with naked thoughts
finds me face to face
with sad beauty:
the navel of time
is emblematic
that the poetic seed
must first fertilize the mind
that its womb may birth forth
yet another mused child of light
to shatter the unique ghost darkness
hidden within fibers of fading blank pages,
fading blank pages, awaiting poetic revival:-
Seldom does anyone see the genuine reciprocity
Deep beneath the surface of loves viscosity
So many relationships end by this atrocity
This demonic plague is such a monstrosity
Failure is overwhelmingly full of pomposity
Sad when true beauty develops callosity
Ponder that number in total numerosity
My desire to escape this exceeds hypervelocity
No further trauma needed to my anfractuosity
A dewdrop for inspiration
Loneliness in the air
Hangs on my sweat, perspiration,
With sunshine an expiration
Gets caught in my eyelashes there
Will anybody care?
A dewdrop on a muggy morn
Clinging to the wet grass
Soon after the new day is born
Knowing its end makes me forlorn
But I know this also will pass
Dewdrops remind of glass.
Dewdrops like magic disappear
Like whispers quickly gone
Its suddenly wiped like a tear
And now it is no longer here
Evaporated with the dawn
No more on my front lawn.
Written June 15, 2022
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submitted to "Dewdrop" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Angel L. Villanueva
green to yellow
gold to red
to brown
leaves
or fairest hair
worn
as silken crown
Thick
with luxury proud
honey
poured aloud
endless spigots
with
memories to attend.
Now lost to brush
or hand
or wind
all leaves,
all hair,
and all souls
in the
end.
Thoughts hither, slither like a snake,
Thru fetid weeds to reach your lips,
From there, that poison aptly drips,
And mixes draughts I can't partake ...
Still, farewells come as 'farewell' quips.
How low you bend to tend the plants,
That bloom with petals of your need -
A swoony tune of won'ts and can'ts,
To feed your breed of garish greed
That hides a serpent's circumstance ...
A goodbye sown to make me bleed.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Rhyme Time 8" Poetry Contest, Lu Loo, Judge & Sponsor.
From the deep fells of September,
I stand tip-toe on Autumn's reach,
Longing to see the late-day blush,
Or a June lark through dewy haze.
But all that meets my hopeful eye?
October, dropping bright bloomers,
And the cold, graying cloaks beyond.
~ 4th Place ~ in the "Farewell Summer" Poetry Contest, Nette Onclaud, Judge & Sponsor.
( Syllables = eight per line, counted at HowManySyllables.com )
~ window between us,
your breath freezes like fine lace ...
goodbye's frigid fringe ~