Hyperbole Poems | Examples of Hyperbole Poetry

Who

Who doesn’t want to see
a little more love? See,
clear!  Who doesn’t want
to hear a little more love?
Hear, hear!  Who doesn’t 
want to receive a little more
love? I can’t imagine...who,
who, outside of Socialist
Democrats~ boo, boo!

judgement day

.

         there i were sir
           mind'n mine
         uv course hern

         well look at her

When Poetry Cannot Convey

    When poetry cannot convey
      everything I want to say
   
     I’ll swap her for another genre
      ~ one that features triple entendres

SUMMER JUXTAPOSITION

A SUMMER JUXTAPOSITION)

Wow…90 degrees!
Suddenly, white clouds...dark blue:
Then, steaming rain falls

Always Forgive Your Enemies

To arms! Many arms were waving, wildly flailing in the air
Incensed as if there'd been bowling pins missed for a spare
Screaming and ranting about things that didn't seem fair
Oh puhlease! As if it matters or as if anyone gives a care

If the truth were to be told, then everyone should confess
and state unequivocally that they

Hyperbole

Poets poised pens pulsating poetry.
Writing wonderful words with wisdom.
Making muses manipulate marvelous minds.
Setting suitable selected scribing schemes.
Regulating reasonably reliable required rhyme.
Also adding acceptable allocated alliterations.
Notable nonsense not necessarily needed.
However haphazard humorous hyperbole happens.

THE JEWEL IN THE FOREST

Africa,
The undiluted genealogy of humanity and humility
The undisputed abode of nature
Surrounded by wild bushes, forests, winding rivers, 
Uncountable mountains, endless valleys, sacred hills 
And unasailable caves

The breeding ground for crocodiles, Gorilla's, Lions, Buffalo's 
And unquantifiable exotic animals 
The domicile of moonlight tales;
Tales laced with valor and splendor 

Africa,
Where the stars and the moon defiantly compete

takes

Harvard’s a black hole, info wise.
So, let’s see.. what’s going on? What’s in the news?
Anything? Anything?

Hot take..
Not to be spicy and negative,
but sometimes i’m too much myself.
Too comfortable, open and vocal.
I can be opinionated.
Who knows who’s listening?
It could be anyone.
“That’s not red, it’s carmine,” I blirt.
There’s a rise and rush of feelings around the table.
FAQs

No life, No death

Oh death
The fear of countless souls 
I adore your kiss
I need you close
When will we meet?
When shall you come?

It's too long a wait
Please come tonight 
I don't know you
I know life is a tsunami
Perhaps you can rescue me
Where shall we meet?

Oh life
The lover of the lifeless 
I've honored your presence 
I gave you my all
Why

Hi, It's Me

For the story
I would ruin it—
just to write it.

I'd be ruthless,
less private, shape up 
my front porch,
sharpen these claws 
on concrete 
images—
metaphorically speaking
imagine 
how to re-frame
bad guys,
wrench in a plot twist,
unmask villains' masquerading
makeup—
maybe even 
find 
myself.

if i don't who will

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        'twere thuh rhetorical query
               though i mind not 
                     expound'n

   

In Poetic Relief

IN POETIC RELIEF

Laying here musing,
I feel as if an ice cube
Peeing in warm thoughts:
My poetic cistern filled,
I now pour out this to you:-

The Charm Offensive Extrapolation

I wasn't as surprised
as I should’ve been—
grayed avatar,
dead links,
cached titles still looking
to lead somewhere.

And here I am,
already down
a cell phone—
with FedEx in no hurry,
nothing left
to refresh-obsess over.

What’ll I do
with all this time?

Not that this is about me—
or is it? 
By the power of Strunk & White,
have mercy, 
I hope 
I can take at least
partial credit.
I’ll

Mediocrity

Write a poem
show poetic flare!
But not too deep
not too bright
surface is easier
to share – you can
take a reader to water...
but, Lord!~ you can make
one drink – too complicated
will just make a lazy
eye blink….

Ink

The ink of storms wreaks havoc on the unturned page.
Pulped filaments flop face-lessly before eyes once warm, yet frigid cold.

Daring not to expect much to read or write,
I stare blankly from the aughts of night. 

Stars are but memories from books,
Overshadowed by polluted distances, smudged by the burn of business bustling below in the barrel.

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