Metaphor Lay Poems | Examples
These Metaphor Lay poems are examples of Lay poems about Metaphor. These are the best examples of Lay Metaphor poems written by international poets.
lady of the tiger tattoo,
i, the lonesome hunter in queue,
bathe your toes, obscenely straining,
a beleaguered virtue waning
while my guitar gently weeps, i
should scold desire, but hearts deny
seekers trapped by your auburn waves
do meet their ends in many caves
Aite and Dolos have whispered
instructions.Her words wish me to
deceive him.
Then Aite said to Dolos.
He will gain nothing and his ruin
shall make Zeus smile.
Dolos are you worthy of trust? Dolos
don't ruin my plans. That even a God
can't trust you. Might you conspire to
have Aite's plan ruined, I may curse you
before Zeus and speak I'll of you amongst
those how wish me as there's. I shall
Whisper instructions to your ruin, this
speakeasy Aite!
Dolos spoke and encouraged his deceit
to have the woman pregnant; but of his
ruin might he prosper and the woman to
be deceived by him. Than men shall
worship the man. And Zeus will hate him
that he loves me!
From the bejeweled sparkling sky
stardust spreads silvery tinsels,
the azure night turns mesmeric,
embracing me with fervent zeal.
I walk in forest in a trance
through mystique mist of reverie,
in the constellation of stars
I see you shaped in charmed contours.
The rising sun lifts a new dawn,
colors spout in the horizon,
paint there an enticing fresco,
I see you portrayed as an art.
As you suffuse me to the core
with the gleam of your charming grace,
its radiance floods my lured heart,
my yearning converts into dream.
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March 30, 2022
Theme Chosen : Dream
Syllable Count : 8 per line (HMS)
Contest : Form L-Lay New
Sponsored by : Constance La France
The moon rose quick to kiss the east
And blushed its cheeks in rosy rhyme
Drew back the starry-curtained feast
And made the reach his bloody crime
O clean me, moon, the sky did chime
And washed he did with pearly fleece
Then painted her with stars, sublime
To dress for eve ... as day had ceased.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Oh-No A Twisted Char-Lay" Poetry Contest, Charles Messina, Judge & Sponsor.
for you are my BREVITY MUSE,
the deep metaphors i searched for-
the rhythm to your heart i shan’t lose,
(love, it’s your verses i adore)
coalesced by the vows we swore
under the autumn crimson hues-
depth of my rhyme you did restore…
for our bodies and souls did fuse
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1.26.20
Oh-No A Twisted Char-Lay Poetry Contest
Charles Messina
Burst of brandished flaming arrow,
Thump of bunnies against my chest,
Cupid’s straight pointer did narrow,
Continue my family crest.
Squawking souls of birds in my nest,
Potent from moonstruck bolero,
Crescendo of lust’s citrus zest —
Cock-a-hoop’s sunstruck sombrero.
1/18/2020
Charles Messina’s Oh-No A Twisted Char-Lay Poetry Contest
ABAB BABA 8 syllables
*Cock-a-hoop normally an adjective, using as a noun here
triumphantly pleased or boastful : happily exulting
a lay (lei)
Took a walk in poetry’s field,
many poems caught my appeal.
Planting of new notions I saw
and older verse puts me in awe.
Metaphor, hyperbole, rhyme
alliteration, form take time.
Patina on each unique write
shows poem's polish and sheds light.
January 13, 2020
On yearning wings of dream I fly
on cloud nine to your fold, my sky.
My heart unfurls petals of rose
where I feel your dew face repose.
Even when you’re not beside me
love-tinged glint of your eyes I see.
In winter-wan meadow of mine
I seek a slice of your sunshine.
December 31, 2019
Syllable count : 8 each line
Checkerd on howmanysyllables.com
Contest : LAY It On Me
Sponsor : Charles Messina
As I lay dormant in the grass,
cold blood fuelling languid dreams
I wait in silence for you to pass
a harmless thing, or so I seem
I lay asleep, my lidless eyes
yet watching all that moves or may
my callous brain computes the size
and danger, marking some as prey
Though I may lay here mute and still
all my being's coiled and ready
to snatch my quarry and quickly kill
yet my pulse is slow and ever steady
I lay as tranquil, as calm as death
as you walk towards your waiting doom
For I will smell your dying breath
when I strike, here in the gloom
Lay down beside me
Let's break these picture frames
and roll around in the glass
until our bodies are as bloody as
our history
We'll burn our souls inside the knots
of your bedpost and sing our burdens
away until they become
candle lit shadows
Lay down beside me
in this bed of depression-
springs our Resurrection
We'll make our screams become Gods
and chase the sun out of the sky
so the only light I can see is the cherry
of your cigarette burning straight into me
You were always so much more dazzling
in the darkness
And I need someone to tell me
whose blood this really is.
Lay down beside me
-James Kelley 2015, All rights reserved.
I felt myself crumble inside your grasp,
your storm shook me about,
and everything I was f
e
l
l
into you.
I could see my demons burning in your eyes.
When we came,
it was a revelation.
I laid there,
gasping
subdued by the brilliance,
tracing constellations on the arc
of your warmth.
I knew I had to be
a better man from then on.
I knew you were here
to save me.
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.