Metaphor Poems | Examples of Metaphor Poetry

I radiate my inner glow— like a well-polished precious jewel, pleasing to see, with graceful height. My handsomeness: a masterpiece of art, driven by keenness to shed excess fat, yet I still stand out like a star in the crowd. My eyes radiate warmth that melts ice— as deep and mysterious as a star-filled sky. My smile, a...

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He may not be new to Peruvians or New York, but he is like a brand-new shiny penny to us. His casual manner serves as a guide to the pathways Jesus took. He is a simple and uncomplicated man of God. I like him, I can't wait to see his program rolled out before us....

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sublimate with love your nights with whispers enjoyments ecstasy...

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Human being, a stretched rope between the divine and the animal, a difficult balance between the marvelous and the abysmal...

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It began with a bargain on a winter night, When the cupboards were bare And hope sat idle in the corners. He came with frost on his collar, A gentleman adorned in a burgundy suit Polished alligator shoes, crimson silk tie, And a smile too white, too wide. He introduced himself only as “the Tooth Fairy.” There he stood ancient and ravenous And far...

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Contest : The Prismatic Self Sponsor : Daniel Henry Rodgers Date submitted : 19/5/25 —————- “Contests around track, contests for followers, for best tasting wine, most exquisite architectural design ~ endless quests to become best versions of Self, sharpen mind, mould Soul to perfection, through which Divine can chime, new times.” Poet ————— Descend into Earth amphitheater unawakened, costumed, dire straits crows or...

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this vast and silent space, ?this tiny dot we call our home,? we, who breathe and dream here,? are but specks of dust among too many others. some stars born anew, ?some wander forever,? some quietly fade away. still, we look up, ?make wishes on dying stars, ?as if the void might answer a whisper. such tiny beings like us?, found each other, ?amid a thousand floating...

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This time, Janice is wearing a priest collar and I’m the altar. She hisses when I open my Notes app during communion, calls me a heretic for spellchecking my trauma. I tell her my whole personality is based on being misquoted. She says no, babe. It’s based on needing a witness and a warning sign. Then she bites the rim off my coffee cup and whispers the...

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i flicker when spoken of glow in the breath you shouldn’t have wasted on apologies ash settles like snow on the bones of yesterday still warm if you press hard enough to blister i eat whatever dares to name me-- anger love home god you told me i burned too easily but you lit the match and called me beautiful beneath my skin a cinder waits i have never ended i have only gone quiet for now ...

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She flutters on silence, a creature stitched from light and ache-- too fragile to stay, too fierce to fall. He never saw the cracks until she flew through them....

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I opened my eyes when it was too late. The river passed before my wide-open eyes. I missed my childhood; I was a prisoner in my mind. Neither God was called, nor nature invoked. Fate took the driving seat of my life, Only regret will not compensate now! The grass was greener, The sky seemed clearer, And when I look back in the mirror, What...

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I cannot write what I do not feel. I cannot feel what I do not know. To write without passion is to kneel at the nameless grave and weep, to mourn the soil and not the dead, to beg meaning from dust and call it poetry. I lie on the floor of my bathroom just to feel the weight of my bones. Cool tile...

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If you don’t like the weather wait five minutes and it will change. A pitcher has pitched a shutout— he is a hero. You can bet he’s talked about everywhere. Somewhere something is on sale— it was marked up the first day. A song in the background rocks but it is lost in haste. A stitch in time saves nine but old blue jeans are thrown...

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I finally went dancing again This time my partner was a ghost from the past Their movements so fluid that it felt like I was on an island Their touch so cold I thought I would catch hypothermia Their face so distorted colors bent and contracted around them We twirled and waltzed throughout the night We both knew the steps One...

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Urgent is the will, The self is as still as the night; Apathy controlling; Urgency calling, The will remains imprisoned; And apathy, keyless; Urgency calling, Apathy, shedding useless tears; Fear controlling action:- Genesis begins all, Revelation ends it all; Life dwells in between:- Apathy is like a cold stone Nestling in the mud; Decision, like a swing in the wind; Action roars like a lion, And races like a waterfall Roaring...

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