Hyperbole Poems | Examples of Hyperbole Poetry

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? IfStrunk & White have mercy, I hope I can take at least partial credit. I’ll claim it; otherwise, it's just...

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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…....

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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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I am he who says goodnight. Don't take me for a label. At least I'm from a time when thought, Use portents undue fable. Vuck doors and rules to hide lyrics lying for a sadist, Lest the sense of selves perchance; employ spells of'n alchemist. I invoke the inner man. I invoke to see that who wants for...

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My phone died this week. I’ve ordered a new one— I’d like to say I’ve enjoyed the silence, just lo-fi music playing, slipping into a flow state. But I’d be lying. Only a handful of friends to tell. Enough to register the tragedy of going off-grid like it’s 1503— where I imagine I’d be decent at throwing logs on a fire, but useless at...

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—all this. You'd love it, but you lost personality privileges when you bargained against the middle of my chest, never starting compressions even though it was you who shocked me into an arrest. I'm still trying to break free of— ...

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TODAY’S CULTIVATED WARS War's rumors are plowed; War sown seeds germinating: Fruits of peace rotting:- ...

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Oh, the joy of telemarketers, Who call you up without a care, With offers they believe are clever, But really just provoke despair. They call with grand insurance plans, Covid kits and credit schemes, As if I’m some prized target For their automated dreams. “End-of-life” expense protection — Oh, what a cheery nightly theme! I nod along sarcastically Inside my caller-haunted dreams. And then there’s Medicare, of...

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Conversation With Relatives Today, I feel an intense resolve. About two years ago, family members frequently shared news of someone's passing—whether it was from the village or someone I had once known. During those conversations, I would tense up and firmly request that they refrain from calling with bad news. Death is a constant reminder, glaring...

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ANOTHER THOUGHT ON QUITE RINGING EARS The ears continue to ring out profound silence, echoing life: When the echoes reveal, Wisdom and understanding? Ringing silent ears; let us give God thanksgiving for echoing life: Without the quiet ringings, Would we be in this loud world?! Let us be happy; wisdom and understanding quietly ringing out: God speaks in so many ways: Think of quiet ears ringing:- ...

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Of A Confused Nightmare Dream (A Thought Provoking Tanka Trio) Is sleeping dreamless, Short-lived life’s resurrection, Or death’s fantasy? Can living fake its own death In confusing nightmare dreams? I thought I was dead. Do the dead have dreams of life Or just it’s nightmares? Irrespective of it all, It all seems so confusing:- In life’s awareness, Sleep can be as confusing, As “the living dead”: Is it possible for...

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IN COCOONING TIMES Faithfully cocooned, Caterpillars soon become Soaring butterflies: In your life’s cocooning time, Seek God’s metamorphosis:- ...

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IN THE GARDENING OF LIFE We are as the sun, Our survival is of God; Though down, we shall rise:- We’ve sown bad seeds before, And have had to plow them up:- God’s fruit Will never spoil, Its sweetness is endless; Its love, eternal:- In the garden of life, Each sunset has a sunrise: Just check out Eden:- Though we have sown worse seeds, We’ve survived what was reaped:- Hey,...

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All at once, the soul takes flight Rendering raw both dark and bright Truth in touch, in wrong and right In silent storms, I wield the night Shaping shadows into sight Till the void erupts with light Breaking borders built by thought Reason rains in riddles caught All ideas, like lightning, dash Igniting images in a flash Nighttime neurons softly chime Synapse singing sparks through time Holding...

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Zealotry, befitting Infidelity ~ when battling Tyranny ...

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