Metaphor Poems | Examples of Metaphor Poetry

There will surely be a guide ~ charting my path, protecting, and leading me to my destined destination in life. As if it were a promised payment God made to me from heaven. An invisible hand tucked out from an invisible historical tucker, In a canoe on a river ~ gently rowing me along its flow. Many near-deaths averted, Many of life's debts miraculously...

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When random thoughts are bombarding a mind, Cohesiveness among them is hard to find. Metaphors and symbols just like in one’s dreams, Even what is seen, is not what it seems. One must not resist, just let the thoughts flow. Look for the patterns and see what they show. They show the direction, but rarely the conclusion, There isn’t much reason, just...

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The clock at tick-tock - appears a flower On the Precipice of the Midnight Hour. Green eyes scan the darkest blue; and brown eyes, On the Precipice of the Midnight Hour. Fuzzy figures all about the dusk-ing On the Precipice of the Midnight Hour. Brown spots on leaves; and Autumn wrinkled skin, On the Precipice of the Midnight Hour. Fateful showers begin with...

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She thinned to vapour, blue as longing's edge, while we searched skywards, calling her lost name. Wind replied in whispers no one could catch– just hollow notes strung on a frayed thread. Now dusk repeats her gesture: palms upturned, spilling light where her shadow once poured. We drink the rain, still tasting her farewell. ...

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(Verse 1) This empty room still hums your favorite song, Sunlight cuts the dust where your laugh belonged. I trace the cracks in every worn-out tile, Searching for your shadow one more mile. (Chorus) **I can still feel you like a phantom limb—** A ghost in every room,...

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My soles press soft into sidewalks. I leave a trail of graphite steps They etch out my first sentence— a diary in crayon, a novel in margins Time sharpens the graphite steps I stroll through my city growing younger White tiles paved over the dirt path I loved but look: beneath the cracks, faintly traced, ghosts of my graphite steps Size 5 kneels where...

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This life is a fierce battlefield, Little did I know before my birth, My weapons should have been better honed, So no earthly force could conquer me. Friends I made while I was nobody, Turned to foes when I sought to be somebody, Those I loved with all my heart and soul Blew pepper in my eyes when vision blurred. Deceit...

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ANGIE, that last slow dance in smoky haze— you slipped UNDER MY THUMB like twilight’s ache. The Rolling Stones crooned fate through tangled days; I tried to PAINT IT BLACK for mercy’s sake. But YOU CAN’T ALWAYS GET WHAT YOU WANT—truth stings— just loaded TUMBLIN DICE in neon towns, chasing HONKY TONK WOMEN on borrowed wings while WILD HORSES dragged dreams to...

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Before thought–the heart: a struck bell's hum, in the chest's dark chapel. No word. Only thrum that echoes the void where meaningwill climb. Is this the soul's raw conference? A draft. of prayer–unwritten–lifting like a raft on some deep tide. Not speech. Not yet. But chime of nerve and grace. Mind fumbles, blind, to trace this pulse–intent–before it wears...

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noon’s furnace: asphalt shimmers; air—thick, slow— cracks open. cicadas drill through stagnant gold. a sprinkler’s hiccup-hiss: the pavement’s glow un/curls in steam. the hydrant’s shout: uncontrolled. children shriek!—a liquid burst of now, popsicle rivers bleed; knuckles—sticky, green— cling to handlebars. shadows stretch: thin, lean across chain-link. each blade of grass—laid down— bakes. but dusk? a match-strike: fireflies!— the yard exhales jasmine; stars prick the...

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The Sun is pretty–Yes ,we know, It makes the sky and flowers glow. But look too long, and you will find, It's beauty scars. It's strikes you blind. We're taught to chase what shines the most, To the love ones who shine like ghosts. But not all gold is made to keep , some glitters loud and cuts too deep. Not...

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This clinging dark not death, not bloom stilled in air. Soft walls resist what dares to come The skin forgets its former hue, Will light find purchase there? A hush before the body breaks, not wing, not wound, but something near... The splitting shell reveals a vast, cold, bright despair....

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pretty or slippery are not my names no time for docile dolly games peaceful presence my authenticity aims ascension not something timidly tame Chorus : shiver shake not, I have nothing to hide flowing with life’s lovely tide if you cannot bear scars and shadows go elsewhere to see what flavour marrows sure I hold open portal doors when lightning...

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You're ever at my beck and call – Perfection reflected from my mirror. On a sail ~ A voyage that carries off my challenges. All my sorrows and sadness ~ Locked away in your jail, The yashmak of my despairs and desperation, Along with all my worries and wailing. Yet eye-service lurks beneath the veil....

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The world drones on, beyond this amber membrane I recline within the waxen chambers— a sovereign of nectar enthroned in illusion Muffled voices leak through honey walls distorted—like speech submerged in syrup: “Gone… her mind distills itself… hallucinations… delusional constructs…” I attempt to see— but the hum begins, low as a beast dreaming in its burrow. My votaries rise, spilling gold into my gaze Sweet venom varnishes my sight— my...

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