Kids Metaphor Poems | Examples
These Kids Metaphor poems are examples of Metaphor poems about Kids. These are the best examples of Metaphor Kids poems written by international poets.
SHAKING THE SPEAR…
Shakespeare’s virus lives;
The infection, a syndrome:-
The oppressor pleased:-
Today’s stage, shadowed;
New Orthellos infected:
The oppressor pleased:-
Let's be protective;
Our kids can’t be Desmonas,
Nor we, Orthellos:-
With self-injections,
Let us wipe out the syndrome:
Pleasing liberty:-
In recovery,
Our Desmonas mothering:
Liberty birthing:-
Softly, she lobbed the serve across my heart
it fell harmlessly on my arm
Intended not to tear me apart
only a harbinger of harm
Her game gained traction soon enough
darts and arrows whizzing ‘cross the net
Stung my forehead where I once was tough
her ringing accusations captured the first set
My counsel – my coach – gave me his advice
not to fight fire with fire, which never works
He’d seen it fail not once, but twice
wouldn’t let me look like a jerk…
Alas and alack, to no avail, as a forehand smash
won her the trophy, the kids, and all my cash
POND QUEEN
Ducks may rule the pond,
but there's a lily pad throne
where a queen frog sits.
while rock-throwing kids scare ducks,
the frog queen quietly sits there:-
Planes streaking the skies...
Waving trees blinking the sun...
Kids soar paper planes...
lost words are wolves hunting
heat from the herd, raw desire
one day less alone
American prom night
youth-swept hair moussed down in place
cigarettes light, poof
there goes Mary's lamb
water pail swings from her jaw
blind to the boil ahead
it begins like a bath
soft as the sun's seduction
quiet as a rack
back window fogs up
fingers paint shapes on car's cave
condensing moments
it was kilning day
he, my substitute art teacher
ersatz guardian
photos of his kids
near the hearth of his grandma's
basement fireplace
I was a student
thirteen is an innocence
despite the heated clay
Sandro knew his kind,
let's call him Terry Carter
because that's his name
- the mirror shows time of age
... the truth gives a bitter taste - Quote by the poet
They said she ate children and
the kids in the street called her the witch
She can't bear to look at herself in the mirror
stopped participating in social events
The body was aged and dappled
suspicious moles examined
it was cancer
A photograph hangs on the wall
she was radiantly pretty
- as in a fairy tale
A long time ago
circumstance
led to happenstance
five short years ago
we gave love a chance
to intertwine us
in this intriguing dance
slowly at first, no missteps
nice and easy, not too complex
the tempo changed to a sultry slide
feelings rose that we couldn't hide
passions grew, bodies complied
six years later, four kids sleeping
by our sides
Halloween Eve’s Double Tanka
Halloween Eve’s here—
Departed souls cross over
The Veil is open . . .
The living are always scared . . .
Of things they understand not!
Halloween Eve’s here—
A Jack O’Lantern smiles now
His grin’s inviting . . .
Kids find him so exciting . . .
Question: Where’s the candy at?
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
October 9, 2015 (Tanka)