Metaphor Poems | Examples of Metaphor Poetry

“The essence in us is the same as the essence of the sun.” — Unseeking Seeker •••••••••••••••••••••••• At the beginning— before Satan lost his place in heaven, Man had but one thought—only the good, pure one. Our thoughts were like pearls shining in conscience’s trove, beacons of hope, our unwavering guide. Our hearts were like the sun— they shed light on knowledge, and...

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For Sir Brian Strand's 1400 Poetry Contest 1 August 2025 * ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ...

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Went searching for good enough and discovered it can only come from within myself So I went back to the future in a DeLorean to try to pinpoint when things began to veer off track so I could alter time to put them back It took a few trips after realizing I couldn’t quickly flip the script Started...

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He was a canvas...a beautiful sight, An expanse of white, so pure and bright. Not like the moon that graces the night, Nor like the clouds that drift in flight Unlike anything else... but like a swan Engraved in chiffon. My feet drew towards him, Each step etched in the dim, Crystal chamber of love. My fingers traced him, Stroking with hymn...

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I don't take one side or two In disputes about who’s right And who’s wrong – it could be you Or it could be me tonight But the next day it may turn The other way round, the pendulum Swings and all I had to learn Will be lost in setting sun Now the nightmares get too real Heroes drop their marble masks...

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Rain falls on windows; Beautiful notes on the panes. Faint sounds of thunder; Memories flooding my mind- Consciousness waters' raging. Crack! Lightning flashes; Illuminating shadows- Darkness is preferred. ...

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. i said no ...

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Sun's swimming low diamonds in the waves heart out with the tide lost between a mountain and a molehill Chasing the night sky's got no stars moon hiding high trying to outrun what's been done tires spinning on gravel roads the engine roars filling the space between dead and dying ...

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to relive this place the perfection of summer absolute blue skies crickets cheering bel cantos spark birds plugging for lawn grubs remain in warm suns obedient girasols leave darkness behind...

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I don't desire mountains, Nor do I desire coasts But I hope when I knock your door, Death, You would be a gracious host. When I come to meet you Death, I hope you would be kind. And shoulder to carry me, None I'd need to find. I hope when I lay there, There would be people who would...

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Reflection catches My guilt . I lose the trust In whatever , God, I pray too. I need a release , I need to take the seat I need to Stare back at Me. Eyes opening a grave. Don't won't to Be IN THE WAY. I'm red, in chains Im Covered , In dirt Unburied Me slowly. I'm...

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They fall from grace to grass, aged, scorched and dehydrated, fluttering away further the vanity of previous greenness and elevated times, reminding us of the fragility of life, the futility of striving to hang on when time is up....

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She is summoned for a cup of coffee before the eyes can open. The house breathes her in like incense sweet when needed, choking when not. The woman she serves, speaks of justice, of rising tides but never sees the maid’s drowning eyes. Carried in her little apron: crumbs from a breakfast she didn’t taste, a broken brooch she didn’t break, a key she’s...

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Our spark was a magenta-aqua gradient supernova. A bright flash of love so nearly blinding it was eye-opening. Our talks echo in the chambers of my inner cosmos....

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sun-dried, saltwater-rusted bench sits above cherry bricks undulating like pan-fried bacon strips, by the streetlamp where lazy dogs whine at once and also lose their bladders and imagine chuletas in the beaconed street's limelight...

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