Metaphor Poems | Examples of Metaphor Poetry

Handicapped by charades, A cacophony of voices Comes from the real owners of the world Who gather, roar, and whisper in a coven. Wolly bat and tongie dog Adorned with black wrappers Teeth smeared with mysterious mixture As they shape-shift with various forms inside Even when persuaded, Their words hold final sway. Night is their realm, Flying on bat-like wings To summon ice and hailstorms. They wield the...

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The sodium street lights Your few striped freckles The makeshift tattoo on my palm A couple? Never. It's always been a triple or even a single at best, A circle of medics healing medics. This distortion is fine It's a revolution of entrancing revolts. Relics ignite for every star in the ground, Scattered upon my brain. To my pressed, dear, deadest flowers... You keep leaving...

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I was drenched in black water, Yet, it looked as though I were dried out. I stood before a lighthouse, Yet, remained unseen. Gazing into the sea’s blackness, The highest tides forever circled me. My eyes could find no anchor, As my dark hands sailed towards the farthest shore. My home, too, was cloaked in shadow; Something unseen, yet present, walked with me there. The...

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A rose and its thorns, Mirroring the life survived: Pain and God’s healing:- ...

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Live life not alone, Friendship is essential To the soul in need:- Live in wonderful oneness Of the onement of God’s love:- Misery picks all; We all have our time for it, And its survival:- Praise God for his healing grace, And divine wisdom and guidance:- ...

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Blossoming onwards Know you’re worthy of success; God…navigating… Like flowers of spring, Your destiny is assured; God…cultivating… Plow onwards in faith, Rowing towards your greatness; God…fertilizing… ...

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. 'tiz az thuh splash back front mine see thuh chill'd wine ...

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embers of deceit twirl through parched twilight currents ~ pandemonium ...

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for : Choose a line 2 Sponsor : Joseph May prompt: “The darkened sky stole my tears” submission date : 27/5/25 Placed : 4th : multiple RETURN MY TEARS The darkened sky stole my tears soprano crystalline they quickly disappeared Lucy my name still neat to tweet, though inner ocean could no longer drip sighs sweet desert dry...

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haiku : van Gogh sunflower souls speak we hail our genius, true sight ~ lucid mind coloured ...

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IN THE IRONY OF FORGIVENESS The irony of forgiveness, Is that human nature, doesn't Demand that its cause Be given forgetfulness; Thus, giving anger opportunity To revive its paining spirit Of negative recollection; Versus positive reconciliation:- To forgive and not forget Can prove to be oxymoronic; Inhibiting resurrecting love From eternally bonding Family, friends, or lovers:- The forgiveness we ask of God, We must also give to one another; And this...

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Do you have a poetic licence to park your pitiful purple prose (alliteratively he wrote) it even puts my poor feet to sleep and gives me painful coma toes (literally did he quote) And have you paid your syn tax to persist in paltry poetry (a non sequitur perhaps) as dabbling in sad scribbling is how your paean 'ppears to me (no storied scripts mere scraps) Before...

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They don't know my name. I keep it hidden between the folds of my skirt. They told me I had to wear it but they don't like that they can't see my legs anymore. I keep it hidden in the bows holding my pigtails together. They don't know my name. I'm my father's daughter, my brother's...

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You asked me a question without saying a word. Could I ever love again? I couldn't find the answer. should I ever want to? The words that escaped my mouth. then you asked them to show you things you already knew to be true. So I obliged. No deflections or misconceptions to...

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Breathless, words like cordyceps adhere to my throat, Choking me as the unspoken wrap around, seizing vocal cords. Sticking fingers down, I claw to clear closing airways, Yet the more I struggle, the more entwined they become. Disconsolate spores have taken root within heaving lungs, Spreading to each chamber of the heart, systematically. Transported through streams of hemoglobin, Swiftly infecting Broca's area before...

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