Confusion Metaphor Poems | Examples
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I fell off the staircase
A tree wrapping around its trunk
Birds gliding through the ocean
Teastall offering free of charge
North Korea and the USA
On a toast with Scotch whiskey
What's your name, someone says?
I was staring at the tree leaves
Then a gentle voice emerged
Under the sun, my supreme choice
I found the Jakaranda blue
As in a haze, I came to
Did you do it intentionally
Sigmund Freud on the wall
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26 August 2025
IN AND OF BOTCHED SOWN UNAWARENESS
Just unlock your mind,
And let its waves freely flow:
Frothing awareness:-
I thought you needed my help;
Me, loving unaware:
How unfortunate,
My mental awareness botched;
My mind blindsided:
Triumphant love shadowing
Forgiveness being denied:-
We reap what we sow.
To reap love, you must sow it:
Life’s divine wisdom:-
How could I have sown hate?!
Please God, reveal it to me:-
Ready and waiting,
Like a young ripe banana
Picked for love’s pudding,
Sage forgiveness faithfully
Waits, mixing in love’s pudding:-
I wonder after his black spectacles,
if I could recognize his phantom's scare
by his bandy left foot, something he'd wear:
constrictor turtlenecks, cowboy buckles
his trials decided by flayed knuckles
his tombstone eyes, the depth of night they bear.
I wonder at the factors of his fear
as I adorn him with cherry jewels.
Your bass breathes, haply, the contents of love;
it whispers to me my shadows' secrets,
but dark articles ingesting your name,
face-eating barnacles that smutch our flame.
I'll be glad —a pigeon may be a dove—
to sprinkle Shakespeare over your Poe's grunts.
catacombs of fear
lost in my own illusion
a downward spiral
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?
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 regret.
Does it even matter—
your thoughts,
these societal norms, yourself?
whether you’re religious, or not?
What really makes one unique,
when the future already beholds
what always has been,
and what will be?
Destiny.
to think one is different—
to think everyone
is just the same.
To think
all that ever transpired
got fizzled on a random night
that never belonged to me.
Silent Ringing Ears
In the silent night,
ears ring loudly to themselves:
nothing else is heard
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 map and the wanderer within me never agreed.
Colours were but drifting sailors in my life’s vast sea.
Different souls sail different paths,
Tides come and go.
Memoirs float like driftwood.
Something vast yet fragile appears near the stones.
My grave is smaller than the stones,
Its epitaph; empty and black.
I performed on countless beaches,
Yet, nothing remains visible on this blackest shore.
Hey, why are you copying me?
Every word I say you just repeat.
Lose the mocking attitude, please?!
Look at you, you're even trying to be me!
Overy and out, you're only just a tease.
The winter stared at me, hollow-eyed and grim,
flakes of snow draped the earth in silence.
My lips quivered, teeth rattling their cold refrain,
and they danced—not with legs, but with their whole bodies.
Then my head went numb, my thoughts unwound,
consciousness slipped beyond the veil.
I soared like the angels—we all grew wings,
new arrivals, lost among strangers.
Before a great gate, we were set apart,
memory severed, the past a whisper.
The snow had risen~an unbroken white peak,
and the trees stood crowned in frost’s embrace.
My eyes grew misty, each tear frozen mid-fall,
my mind still locked in winter’s grasp.
Like thieves vaulting from shattered glass,
memories took flight, then scattered like dew on rooftops.
I searched for myself in pools of melted snow,
but my past had fled like a startled horse.
No trace remained~no pain, no triumphs,
only the wait to whine or wine and dine.
Yet even if a cup were placed in my hands,
the taste of good wine lay lost upon the wind.
Let's be real
I'm the deal
the big dog
handing out slapdowns
I'm on a crackdown
I'm taking out the trash
I'm a digital jokers ass
cope harder!
reality is not your father
your ego is a disaster
wasting your time!
arguing online!
so here's a witty rejoinder!
you smell, smelly smell
you smell, smelly, smell
you smell, smelly
nothing they say will convince me
nothing they do will thrill me
pushing their agenda on me loud
but here I stand, proud
I'm here every day
I'll never go away
Argued with a tag
Lost my rag
why can't you be constructive?
while I am so productive
feeding your ego each day
while I slave away
chained to my keyboard
with nothing to say
If apple ate a pear?
And digested it, would excrementbe wine?
2/25/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
I sit and look surrounded,
By this subtle sounding wood.
I can’t help but be astounded,
That something so simple could.
Am I free or grounded?
What happened where I stood?
These feelings have compounded,
And their meanings misunderstood.
Wandering the two in between the kingdoms
One side, quiet and bright, flagged the havens
The other, earthly world, noisy and light dim
Drifting up or down when the moody flow faint
To brightness fly and blurring dim fall
Somewhere belonging may lack for souls
Quiescent and chaos changed as tides floated
Uneasy and wobbly similar to traveling boats
Up or down, with straw sticks grasping
Steering wheel holding for the time clouds
Time goes likewise the seagulls chasing
From starting point to the place anchor
Heart awaits longly for people nauseating
While mind gonna sparks be star exciting
There are only changes
for those who like dancing
and don't dislike messy parties