Love Metaphor Poems

THE VALUE OF X

I searched through and through just to find it.
Looked among varying variables, while holding my love's coefficients to multiply with.
I summed up my expressions, ready

RENEWED

Blows Eastward,
a destination fate had prepared.
    Renewed,
is a bludgeoned heart,
no longer fueld by loneliness and despair...

The demise of a mountainous boulder,
crashing downward

SEEDS OF WISDOM

The seed of freedom is curtailed,
germinates interrupted,
the harvest is delayed...

The fruit of freedom
may take time to be harvested,
but it is worth every stoic sacrifice...

We cultivate

When the Soul Holds a Brush

I once saw a soul hold a brush—
when my eyes first fell in love
with the Sistine Chapel ceiling.
Michelangelo, with the sweep of his hand,
took me

It's Not About Cigarettes

Some days, I’m still fighting the urge to light a cigarette—missing those rippling ribbons of smoke and the way they would uncoil in the dark,

Instant Potato Mix

I’ve never learned the art of a reliable recipe,
only the art of guessing who might eat it.

I will learn what you love,
the way you take

El Mismo Abismo Destructivo Bolso

Pálida, quedará la Luna 
por tú decepción.
Pero alumbrara aún 
está y mil noches 
que vengan 
a través de la persiana 
de la alcoba.

El árbol, copozo

Bad Manicure

No I don't like long nails 
And yes my relationships end soon
But it hurts because I care about my relationships more than my nails
The nailpolish

Seeds Of The Soul

In our souls lie all the seeds,
Waiting patiently to meet our needs.
Soulfully waiting for us to choose,
For us to use or abuse.

We plant our seeds

It Sounded Like You Were Trying To Evict The Words From Their Home On Your Tongue

I have been watering it for months—
the small black bulb in the cupboard
that I never let touch sunlight.
It swelled in the dark,
fed on steam from

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Either I've Seen You Or I Want To, How Could I Be Mad At That?

The horizon is a blade—
it glints whether I run toward it
or watch it withdraw.
Each dawn splits me open,
spilling a slow trickle of salt,
as if the

I Go To Seek A Great Perhaps, as That Is What I Was After Too

The days crack like porcelain
under the heel of my wanting.
I am a spine of restless birds,
feathers slick with salt and early light—
my mouth tasting the

DAWNING ANOTHER DAY

DAWNING ANOTHER DAY     

Like sunshine of day,
Again, I have my dawning;
Glory to God:-
May divine wisdom and guidance
Lead me in labors of

Soft cut

Limerence pools,
at the lip of skin.
Bleeding like I love ;
slow,
hard,
full of regret.