Metaphor. Poems - Poems about Metaphor.

Green woods Barefoot I walk Chalk half broken Unspoken yearnings Earrings from the caves Waves from the Tigris Enslaving existence Distances chopped Pearl drops ________ July 2, 2025...

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Time does not flow within me, but rather, it is only a frozen smoke, a mist trapped between my thoughts and the forgetfulness that always lurks. I feel its shadow treading slowly across my brow, weary from the burden of a moment that never ends. Light does not guide my path, it only reveals the emptiness, a bottomless abyss where foreign echoes are lost. The shadows around me belong...

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. ya know who that be on that park bench ...

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What is love, really— a figment of hope sharp enough to shatter centuries of lived patriarchy? To think education could make a dent in what’s already carved in bone & name. To think a stranger could be chosen over the familial veins of caste, of home over the womb of belief one never questioned. Perhaps what’s whispered in secret was always meant to be hidden— buried, before it flowers into...

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we stood at the edge of the silence, where the river forgets every name. words fell like stones into distance, rippling out but never the same. you said some things just slip away— like time, like faith, like yesterday. we were dust in the water, shifting with the tide, held by a moment that wouldn’t survive. you can’t catch the current, you can’t stop the rain— we...

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storm wind’s coming… no place to hide… i walked through the fire with my eyes wide shut, carved my name in the thunder’s gut. they tried to break me with the weight of fear, but i wear the lightning like armor near. don’t pray for calm—i was born in the clash, i rise with the roar and the sky’s backlash. i am the...

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Touching time, towering, vast Time stands high in grand relief. Layered stories trace the past, Etched in stone, stark and brief As I wander through a layered cake of time. Guarding the desert, towers of stone, Stand watch from a tilted throne; Cracks run deep, through petroglyph grand, Relics left by human hand. sentinels of the desert Watch me wander this layered cake of...

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It brings to mind a question: why? Why does the river run? Does it need to? Why is it considered peaceful? And can it be obtained by other means? And then it fades and the river runs dry. The red one and the river of my eyes. I fill the river bank so no one will know. No one will learn of my...

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Sweet is the impulse of love, the fundamental reason for life... Dreams of love, shine in the light of the stars, adorn the illuminated sky, with immeasurable divine splendor... When loving hearts, beat in the same rhythm, peace falls asleep peacefully, life becomes beautiful and shines the earth breathes pure air... When true love happens living is a gigantic...

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summer peaks are coming cicadas are singing za, zi zi, zi...! How many whispers of time, flower, fire, rain, cold... earthly dreams in cycles...! New shoots on the earth, renewal crying out, herald birds chirping! Leaves swirling in the wind, mushrooms everywhere, autumn showing off... Life is full of thorns, but also full of flowers, knowing how to live is necessary...!...

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My heart sings as I walk on springs, With foothold on the sun, unburned. Your love fills my heart, my soul, My whole being. I swim in love – I fly without wings. Joy clings to my feet, Gratitude fills my mouth. So I sing, I dance in the air, My claps echo with harmony. Happiness knows no rival Since you arrived with your love. Your touch...

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A pretty big gate it was... Overseeing the strict soldiers at the entrance. Firmly, they stood with heavy weapons. Stepped inside the picturesque place, Gentle girls welcomed with grace. A beautiful big lawn, Guarded by patient pawns, Ample aesthetic rooms around, Occupied by pretty people abound. Classical songs were playing on one side, Dancers accompanied them the other side. People indulged in their adorable arts, Celebrating...

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For the story I would ruin it— just to write it. I'd be ruthless, less private, shape up my front porch, sharpen these claws on concrete images— metaphorically speaking imagine how to re-frame bad guys, wrench in a plot twist, unmask villains' masquerading makeup— maybe even find myself....

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TODAY’S POTUS’ RED LARVA Making The Nation Great Again, he’s erupting Our democracy: Oppressive lava flowing Hot power-mongering blood:- ...

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So little time— Yet so much left undone! On the pages of life still remain Sketches of dreams left to run. So many promises lost in the mist, So many hopes quietly withdrew— Countless paths remain untraveled, So many sights left out of view. What still remains— To behold the world with wide-open eyes, To truly live...

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