Friends Metaphor Poems

This life is a fierce battlefield,
Little did I know before my birth,
My weapons should have been better honed,
So no earthly force could conquer me.

Friends I...

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My phone died this week.
I’ve ordered a new one—
I’d like to say I’ve enjoyed the silence,
just lo-fi music playing, slipping into a flow state.
But I’d...

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You've missed a bit, there on your chin.
Thin reeds of river grass and fish—
cheeks-deep in roe, mud-covered twin,
you've missed a bit.

Let's bumble on to spawning's...

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I wear a thimble to protect me from blows
I can't see the enemy,
But I got to fight anyway I suppose.

My thimble's a bit battered
Worn down...

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You're my superhero and you don't even know why
Its because you're there for every pain hurt and cry
You're there for those who matter excluding yourself
Superheros...

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IN THE IRONY OF FORGIVENESS

The irony of forgiveness,
Is that human nature, doesn't
Demand that its cause
Be given forgetfulness;
Thus, giving anger opportunity
To revive its paining spirit
Of negative...

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It is prophesied that
                 “Wisdom dwells
   ...

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 WHEELCHAIR BOUND

Dots appeared and disappeared 
a single sunray flashed onto 
wheelspokes, canvas seat 
 comfortably frayed 
bought secondhand
her unexercised legs flabby 
window bars rusted,...

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my dear friends,

i am writing to address
a memory of sorts:
a lovely barbecue,
evening, on the beach.

you all brought
ingredients
to pile on my barbecue.

you all brought your onions
your...

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It is prophesied that
                 “Wisdom dwells
   ...

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I'll climb
the tallest mountains with no stress,
I just need~
a helmet, rope, and other climbing gear,
warm layers, good boots, maybe some fear,
a bit of my heart...

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{ emo music inspired poem }

ELEPHANT WOMAN 

She is Elephant Woman 
you cannot hide from her
in houses of brick or glass or 
lined velvet curtains
whether...

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Your handkerchief dropped;
I happened to pick it up—
Returning with love:-

True friends can share love;
True friends need not be in love—
True love bonds friendship:-

We’re not Othellos,
Neither...

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When your only home is your body
a home that took a lifetime to build 
with your own blood your mortar 
bound with your own bruises...

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Students their little burning harmonies | you compos’d it 
One single gallery | public arras blasé debate re-placed
Sheets just- | cool on clothesline whiskered with...

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