Dedication Metaphor Poems

we’re always surrounded by art, i realized this as a child walking through the massachusetts city’s. i remember seeing your everyday buildings with the beautiful...

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Echo of distant cries,
quadruped steps deepening into dusk—
wind folding the earth’s breath.
Craftsman of the spider web,
seas of lightning possessing the sky.

Guardian of the other side,
conceiver...

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The nights were short,
A clear summer, long and hot,
A chickadee visited every dawn,
And caught a stunning view by the pane.

Maybe my nest’s walls knew,
A fluffy...

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My bars the words, the prison guard my verse,
Rattling the staves of this poetic cell,
I struggle vainly, locked up in this jail. 
Yea, thus is...

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I'm Not a Poet

I'm just a boy with ink-stained fingers,
A canvas of paper, and a mind that lingers
In the shadows of doubt, where words lose...

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English/EN:
Bird in a cage,
yearns not always for boundless knowledge, to soar and roam unfettered through the skies.
But, when it does, will there ever be a...

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Greet me
Spring sprite,
fresh docile smile;
Whose whispers woo
with hymns of lover's tune.

Enamor me
with fizzy phrases;
As doting night
enthralls, with stars,
the bashful moon.

Cove me
within bossom's veil 
of plusing...

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To those people who spend most of their life
surrounded with worldliness its cares and strife
this piece is dedicated it is my duty to convey
without any...

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Thank you  
How I keep saying  
Deep gratitude showing  
Generosity, kindness, beauty  
The wonder and joy of giving..
 
What would I...

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I come to see you in this gray place.
The place between awake and asleep,
The void between life and death,
I come to see you in this...

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She has a pretty face
She carries herself well
In uniform she is an iconic
Many so desire her moments

A detective she carries her gun well
When duty calls...

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They make the phone ring
They look at it. 
It rings
Things appear
Things disappear
As they will it

I'm going to be like that
Someday
And I'm going to learn to...

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You toss them to the ground, they don’t beckon or call,
They’re a pair of jeans, and to the ground they fall,
They stay as long as...

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Florid banshees recoiled, neck and hankering sneer.

A succinctly exuberant suggestion when selective.

Came on, fell flat with laconic ornamentation.

A miniature jaunt, interment; glove comparted.

Pin-striped foxtails attuned...

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Upon this cold, unyielding marble, we gambol amidst shadows, a grotesque distortion of nature's fair marrow. My art, a solitary beacon against ensorcelled plight, illuminates...

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