Long Similes Poems

The day was fine and sunlit,
Decorated by several clouds 
drifting aimlessly in the radiant ocean-blue sky.
Chorused by gentle puffs of the morning breeze,
Sending leaves on the streets twirling like
ballerinas in a dazzling and mesmerising dance.
and...

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Do not date a poet because 
Everyone would think he paint you
With his endless packs of words.
You may likely be the jerk he write,
A Poet has unnatural affection for you;
He write and snore while sleeping.
He...

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Sharpened pens were brutal swords; a war was forged
Blow after blow was struck, with blood rage engorged
Not one single word between them had been spoken
No flag of truce waved, or friendship offered as token

Nothing was...

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The heart may fall in love unwillfully
so, in a script will lie my paramour.
Oh manic quest, I've sworn to set you free
to let the ink's imagination soar.
I’ve found a place to court a writer’s muse;
this...

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KING DAY
(A Retrospective Perspective)

			     David said to Solomon his son, be
			strong and of good courage, and do 
			it: fear not, nor be dismayed: for the
			Lord God…will be with thee; he will
...

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8 LINE CHALLENGE For ERIC BODDIE


8 LINE CHALLENGE for Eric Boddie

Line challenge for Eric Bodie
 PLEASE KEEP IT GOING
by:  All of Us

Eight lines at a time
I don't care if you do or do not...

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Sometimes, when 
your sparkling spirit 
waltzes with me 
to the perfumed 
periwinkle grooves 
of saffron breezes, 
I'm lost in a forever gaze, 
within those 
flickering ferns
of a nascent nightmare, 
where I ain't any 
velvet-purple orchid,...

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i am still getting used to this writing thing
this poetry writing thing
the mystery of hiding my madness
concealing my mad love
oh i love him mad
forgive the poor grammar - madly 
yes, i love him madly
like i...

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I suck at dying poems
Chemo poems, Metastatic Cancer poems,
Hair falling out in the shower poems
 
And I told a half truth
When I told you I could write you one
In less than six months (It's been...

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What is Poetry?

It is a theosophy of thought and commentary;  
transposed euphemisms of life’s temporal moments;
It is an attempt to fractalize single ideas and envelop them
with metaphorical symbols reinterpreted and played with.

It is an...

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I only see you when i close my eyes,you come to life in my sleep you live in my dreams/
I hope you remember my face cause i forget its 18 years and am still counting...

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I wonder today
As I sift through the sands
And peer through the depths of other peoples verbalized talents
Works of intricate emotion and stanzas of hyperboles oxymoron’s and similes 
and metaphor

When I refuse to welcome you to...

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After all is said and done, cliché style
(Forgive me if this does not rhyme, I'm moving
Past rhyme for the sake of rhyme)
You will have gone away rich and returned for more
Because you thought you knew...

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1) haiku* untitled:

october winds
of scattered maple leaves
~ handwritten poems


2) a three-line poem titled:

OF AUTUMN LEAVES AND ALL

a three-line poem is open to free verse, alliteration or rhyme
October winds wakening the muse within the silence of...

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He told the tales     with likes and similes
human character          dressed as grass and trees
the fragility of life     ...

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on Earth’s circumvallate
 he would be laid,
 lifeless upon the lap
 of his Mother
 and on that day would be named
 now and forevermore,
 God’s Gether… for in that day
 are all tears gathered
 look...

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In a realm where feuds festered, fierce and free,
Two clans clashed, Kovacs and Petrovics, starkly set.
Amidst the mountains, a tale of sorrow spun,
Where bloodied bonds bespoke a bitter debt.

Within the heart of Europe's emerald embrace,
Their...

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Form: Alliteration
A little alliteration by a long shot speaks so loud.
Metaphors muddle my mind
And silly similes stymie the sentence.
A terrible trope takes too much of my time
g Tiberius is my tag and title
My nom de...

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Written: February 22, 2024
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Divine dole of daytime, distinct as it came.
Fetch forward in finding your felicity flame. 
A gap in...

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I belong to that tribe of people
Who walk on ocean and sink not.
Those who see things the way they are
Without trying to say A is B and B is C.
I belong to that tribe where...

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18 Stoic Faces
- by Bob Atkinson

eighteen stoic faces
faced four who had come
to read the erudite refrains
of poets both dead and gone

readings were in earnest spoken
for respect for some who had
garnered from the establishment
accolades, awards, well...

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The evening air blows twice as fair
when it is kissing her sweet strands of hair
to glimpse her rosy cheeks, perchance her eyes
any passerby would swoon.

Down the street the lamplights flicker on
a feeble gesture, half in...

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Red of cherry that I wear on my lips-

how on his chest, they sketch similes

I read them, find metaphors hidden and realize it’s a poem..

a heart grows inside me then- I myself turn into yet...

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In the morning,
I am not a poet.
This is no matter of opinion,
It is an undisputable fact, and don't I know it.

I am not a poet
In the afternoon, either.
Not for a lack of trying,
The words simply...

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Adam from and by his side Eve blessed to replenish                         ...

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