Metaphor Poems | Examples of Metaphor Poetry

We dont have to use our voice to scream Because a voice isn't just words It's art, it's our presence, it's how we exist It's being unapologetically black Our presence is like the rain after a drought And the rain nourishes the ground It's like walking into a room and it's brought back to life Where once was darkness, has now been...

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She knocks on my rib cage seeking access to my heart again The knock—the pounding pestle— taunts, its echo won’t stand ignorance I hold my knees and cover my ears as if that’ll keep my walls untampered I let my flesh wrap me whole— so tight I might suffocate, but I cannot breathe outside this prison, no—this haven But she’s still here,...

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In The Waiting Womb Thereof (Apropos Of Poetic Onement) Thanks for being here with me in the waiting time of the birthing flow from the poetic womb thereof: We mind-pregnant poets have all experienced that spacing time reality of which poets must be in waiting for the waiting poetic womb to give birth:- At times, we’re forced to realize that we, too,...

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edged teeth grate live bones ransacked by its spineless bite red bubbles at sea __________________________________________________________ ...

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Chicago Cubs stumble their way to another loss tonight ~ tripping over their own press clippings ...

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I Eleven years old in Tehran's burning heat— sleeve rolled high, the Revolutionary Guard's fist finds my face like a question mark carved in flesh. A barrel cold against my cheek, the hammer clicks, planting itself in my chest. First lesson in the game: some moves are made for you. II Sixteen, sketching battlefields in chalk dust, bishop takes pawn, knight takes rook, until the principal's...

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Throbbing, concave marks adorn my skin—records of your hunger, sated only by the meat of my body. Though the pain is sweet—craved, fulfilling—and my blood rushes to provide you with drink, my head—detached, neglected—wanders. Tell me, if the flesh fell away like tender rib meat off of the bone— would you still ache to sink your teeth into the me that remained?...

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OF THE ESSENCE OF LIFE AND LOVE (Apropos Of 37 Years Of Onderful Onement Oneness) The essence of you, is sweet life and love; My dear angel sent from heaven above:- Whenever I find myself with you, It seems there is nothing I cannot do:- Yes, your essence is sweet life and love; My dear angel sent from heaven above:- The light you...

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My friend comes through and talks to me, With their stuck nails being all I can see. Instead of listening further, I get my wrench and try to loosen the nails, Trying to make them no longer be a problem. However, what I couldn’t see, Was that my wrench was damaging the nails, The ones in my friend, And they were only...

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CELESTIALLY GRACED LOVE The day has its sun, And the night, its moon:- I am blessed to have you, Each bright day and night:- Your presence is as the cosmic beauty of God: Reflecting the shiny, glorious glow of His light:- As you are my ever glowing sun of my day, May I ever be your glowing moon of your night:-...

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grains in sunglasses, one pops with enthusiasm— too much heat to chill....

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golden husks aglow, laughter pops beneath the sun, waves applaud the show....

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AS IS GOD'S TIME Our love is as God’s time be: Tick tocking eternally:- I’m yours, and you’re mine; Our love, God’s gift, sublime:- I am for you, and you are for me; Our love is as is God’s time be:- You are the water of my life’s sea: Waving and frothing love eternally:- ...

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I. The Pastor’s Hand At dawn’s brittle cusp— he climbs, each step a nail in time’s coffin breath ragged a Psalm torn mid-hymn. The rope tastes of incense and myrrh— Liberty’s fracture braided through its fibers a wound that never quite...

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At first Chaos became from void borne, And it stirred the primordial mass, Before Earth or the Sea or the Sky, Had a reason to moan or comply, Then did emerge Ananke above, Who did give a primordial shove, Become inevitable to change, So, the Earth and the Sky be arranged, And then father time emerged from muss, Fair Ananke said that there is...

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