Metaphor Insect Poems | Examples
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ANGELIC DECEPTOR
Magnetic mantis,
in pious genuflection,
attracting its prey:-
I see words, and they see me
It’s true they are sentient, quite
But they will never see the light
of my world through my loins
They keep floating by, ever speaking
never ceasing like tinnitus in my transcendent sight
Like orphans from somewhere never
Their little fingers grope as they look at me squarely
Speaking barely, “bring me into your light”
just before they are gone forever
So much needless loss
I kill my darlings before they become darlings
Their lot is to die in the vacuum
of my fickle muse
If only I could catch them like you do fireflies in a fruit jar
How pretty they would be to see in chaotic containment
and how witty they could be for those with the sight
But alas, my heart cannot hold all the incandescence ink
required for such a noble and beautiful task
So I shall be satisfied to smile when I catch one or two
I see an ant crawling along the train platform.
We are like ants in the universe's vast form.
Life as hard as stone, like this ant I am alone,
But I know I will return home, each milestone.
A graceful g l o w~
a belly-flicking thrill,
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What stings like wasps in hives,
Of trying minds' regret,
Invasive blips, flash frozen pictures,
Recalls, counterfeit,
Serrated icy sickled thoughts,
In glaciated snow,
Dread the warmth, the trickled stream,
Of thawing reapers' sown,
Sipping from the melt embibes,
The swarming, claustrophobic choke,
Alone the white hot heat of heart,
Scatters them with smoke.
In this hive
of American life
are lifetime workers
engaged in labors of love
and good trouble.
But there are
also evil drones
seeking to permanently
cocoon justice, liberty
and equality.
Thus, we must be
as butterflies:
metamorphosed
ebony beings destined
to breathe and soar
in liberation’s free air.
And in being so,
let us be as bees:
hived in the onederful
oneness of God’s sweet
peace and supreme love:-
Born of deep waters
But hiding secret longings
Which yearns for the air above
Changing skin daily
The black nymph dreams of the day
It could escape the dank mud
'Til the hard shell cracks
Iridescent wings unfold
It emerged as life transformed
Freed from the cold stream
Now belonging to the skies
Yet, bound by mires of the past
It flies close to the ripples
winter's temperate.
towards cold outside yet it was;
sunny 70° and...
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a fly flew by my;
eyes in awe I wondered O'
whoosh-flutter buzzzz---
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why? in the dead of,
winter so I spy flutters;
tiny buzzzz whoosh-FlY?
3/13/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2024
an unwashed plate sits
no one around to clean it~~
smiles as roach sponges
trapped,
safeguarded,
each appendage
secured in amber,
some Jurassic specimen
created for your gaze
you regard me
with a quizzical eye,
comb your notes carefully
for collected data
on my anomalies
how to straighten this limb,
shape this abdomen,
bend this thorax
to fashion the perfect
exemplar of your
scientific prowess
no manufactured artifice
will satisfy you
you deftly maneuver
and rearrange,
cut and reassemble,
manipulating your scalpel
and forceps
until you have your prize,
flawless and complete,
but for the glue
leaking from the seams
The streetlight spread
like an abandoned strip
old hot spots deserted
with no moths no buzz zip
the party is over
nightlife is dead.
A moth drawn to the
ethereal light
exuded by a lucky few
like you
to escape eternal night
I singed my wings
dreaming of brighter things
better days I’d been told
were destined to dawn for me
but never did
Fairytale fictions
of fancy dress balls
Dancing in palaces with princes
Finding my one true love
who would never leave me
like all the others
shattering my soul
Grinding the pieces into powder
under their heels for good measure
Burnt and broken
covered in soot
I struggle to soar
an insect Icarus
spiraling
plummeting
to the porch floor
to be swept away with all the others
who aimed too high
believed the lie
thought they could be something more
Who dared to try
to be a butterfly
The two are slow and inelegant.
But the orchestra retains its complex symphony
angry string section
violins of summer heat.
Frenetically mating in the season of apartness
four or six or more
freedom of so many steps.
Two are constrained
can barely become four.
Not a simple merger of feeling and taking;
driven to connect those bringing more
seek so much less.
Perfunctory; easily satisfied
not yearning for understanding
grasping only for feeling
And still we must have meaning.
We must be seen and understood
not just answering a mindless drive -
lesser need uncoupled with emotion.
Up so high all the fireflies fly
Look at them! Look at them all!
Thousands of stars hang in the sky!
Birds and crickets are chirping in unison
under the lunar eclipse in this night.
The wonder of nightfall captivates me as
I walk in solitude; the night so alive!
Date written: 05/16/2020
backhoe
digging in the road
mantis
concrete dust in flight-
fog
cricket
on a window sill
frog
backhoe engine stops
hunger quenched