Friends Metaphor Poems | Examples
These Friends Metaphor poems are examples of Metaphor poems about Friends. These are the best examples of Metaphor Friends poems written by international poets.
i need to know what's going on
we're barren over here, yet over there
look at them smugly reading the NEWS
'can you throw one over pal?'
he pretends not to hear me
and looks down the platform
he's pretending to see if his train is about to
arrive, thomas and friends, and it won't be
here soon, so wind it in
i give up and wonder why
platform 1, surely the pinnacle,
has been abandoned of any recreation
although next to my son
is a miniscule glass bottle of whisky
which implies someone was having fun without me there
has peace been achieved?
has the new plastic waste initiative justified government intervention?
how many wickets do we need this morning?
i yell these at the man over on platform 2
i am then taken away
and hope to be a headline in the morning
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 pitch
eat salmon-seasoned trout—with quince,
furs drenched in entrails glazey drip...
I long forgave your glutton sin,
big Grizz, I swear there is no hitch,
just time enough to feast with friends
you've missed a bit.
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 recollection;
Versus positive reconciliation:-
To forgive and not forget
Can prove to be oxymoronic;
Inhibiting resurrecting love
From eternally bonding
Family, friends, or lovers:-
The forgiveness we ask of God,
We must also give to one another;
And this forgiveness begins
With the forgiveness of self:-
Past trials and tribulations
Extricated and flushed down,
Let self be now ever bonded
In the onederful oneness onement
That God has bestowed upon thee
With faith’s divine peace and love:-
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 are we Desdemonas;
We’re fath-loving friends:-
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 brick by brick
when you are cut and measured by your parents
but still find a piece of fertile land
on which to build your home and tend a garden
with the sweat and tears of friends
to have the state tear up your deed
and evict you like you never lived
Where tides once gossiped for many an hour
about what lovers share; like grapes gone sour,
the strong opinions o’ friends will minds devour.
A reputation guarded against smut
and smiles that’s ever radiant abut
the cultivated, fertile soil and glut.
A gentle breeze that ruffles the recall
of memories that bleed freely, then stall
at the precipice of confession – they fall.
Now fervour spent and mutinous thoughts gel
in favour of peace; not a too hard sell
before the final call by clamorous bell.
As welcome waves engulf the thoughts and sweep
recall away, nostalgia recedes to weep.
Refreshing Rain sits beside Withering Rose
inquiring if He might settle around Her.
She gladly accepts the offer He bestows,
a more precious blessing She could not prefer.
She felt the nourishment from petals to toes,
grateful to Him for His gift of life transfer.
Sometimes we need a little help from our friends
for gracious compassion and kindness it lends.
"Imagine your friends getting closer to your imagination," by Poet
Dawning ...
thinking sleepers,
entries processing norm,
advent instants absorbed purpose,
visions.
Drawing ...
mental pictures,
banquets divine eyefuls,
humankind imagines its goals,
blueprints.
Devise ...
managed control,
targets fastest shortcuts,
proven values access success,
brainstorms.
Dreamer ...
taking pleasure,
building airy castles,
lighted tunnels edging extremes,
awakes.
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears - a confusing metaphor.
7/18/2023
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears - a confusing metaphor.
7/18/2023
What's happened here?
I asked,
I asked again...
and where to reclaim.
For I've lost something precious (so dear to me)
and someone or something's to blame
and will I be repaid in heaven's name?
To be sure, I'll find peace in justice, heh
justice in life..
heh!
Where to place it..
God, demon, mankind, or you?
Oh, such a shame to know
the fault could be all mine too...
swirled in murky shallows
can't fix it, can't face it
can never forget it
it is an injustice,
after all...
So dear friends, convince me
whim of justice, just isn't so
so I decided finally to
just let it go...
Do all the words that I've turned;
Define me to all the enemies I've earned?
Peacefully, as I ponder this
Atrocities trade the pen for the fist
Or is the real lesson to be learned?
Those words are for everyone to be openly discerned
Once again, my poet and poetess friends
A keyboard and the flick of a wrist have penned
A question with no clear answer, only open-ended
My answer is that human decency will not succumb
Never will I sheath my pen for the drum
While strolling down life's garden path
Oft I've stopped to admire the roses,
I've carefully avoided the scourge of wrath
Considered the deep concerns life poses,
And reached the conclusion to do my best
I must optimize my determination to give
As though each new day is a coveted test
During which I must practice how to live
More productively, comfortable in my skin,
Happily enjoying the talents God has given
Maintaining ties with friends, kith, and kin,
Seldom feeling unduly pressured or driven.
Someday when my time on earth is over
And I go on to whatever reward is mine,
I can say with a smile, I've danced in clover
As far as I'm concerned everything's fine.
Written June 3, 2022
Our beautiful green trees
Covered huge swathes of land
Ancient mighty oaks were felled
Oblivious to the future
We broke the woodland's heart.
The greenwoods are compromised
Tree's realise their in trouble
Dangerous time's looming
Our forest friends are weary
Sap runs cold and leaves tremble.
Our hearts are also broken
Now we reap cost of indifference
Hundreds of years wiped out
Sawmill's disdain for the ongoing
Appalling devastation.
Wisdom from Trees
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18/05/2022
MIGRATING
Juana and I sit on the fence,
swing our legs,
throw seeds for birds,
check nests for eggs.
Juana,
like the migrating bird
that traveled mile upon mile,
is here now too,
but I hope she stays longer
than the bird that flew.