Love Metaphor Poems

All gifts must be given to sustain their usefulness.
Like blood, life is in the flow, if not flowing, blood dries and dies.
Movement, the constant changing,...

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Love is like two parallel lines,
That doesn't meet both ends
To think if it's happiness is nil.
It's like ice that mix with wine
It doesn't melt right...

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SERENITY 

Hate's up in the air;
naturing winds of peace blowing:
Hate snuffed out by love:-
...

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O moon,
   the blood-rose pearl
            of my aching soul,
the ghostly seer of...

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We dont have to use our voice to scream
Because a voice isn't just words
It's art, it's our presence, it's how we exist
It's being unapologetically black

Our...

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Throbbing, concave marks
adorn my skin—records of
your hunger, sated only by
the meat of
my body.

Though the pain is sweet—craved,
fulfilling—and my blood rushes
to provide you with drink,
my head—detached,
neglected—wanders.

Tell...

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OF THE ESSENCE OF LIFE AND LOVE
(Apropos Of 37 Years Of Onderful Onement Oneness)

The essence of you, is sweet life and love;
My dear angel sent...

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My friend comes through and talks to me,
With their stuck nails being all I can see.
Instead of listening further,
I get my wrench and try to...

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CELESTIALLY GRACED LOVE  

The day has its sun,
And the night, its moon:-

I am blessed to have you,
Each bright day and night:-

Your presence is as...

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AS IS GOD'S TIME

Our love is as God’s time be:
Tick tocking eternally:-

I’m yours, and you’re mine;
Our love, God’s gift, sublime:-

I am for you, and you...

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Morning glory _
From our car
Along the hilly path 
Numerous they're 
With the attention 
of doing math 
In their voice 
A guitar 
Colorful headgear 
Off and on 
mutual whispers 
The Tea Pluckers 

Mingled with the green 
Humming...

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Like the globe she dances
Spinning on pointed toe
Pole to pole she meets
With arms en haut to show
Perfect orb, she crystal glow
Out as far as up,...

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I carry a house upon my back,
A fragile frame of dreams and stone.
Its windows cracked, its timbers black,
But still I walk, and still alone.

Each wall...

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In the spirit of hope, we contemplatively search
Beyond the horizon for the mystic exorcism
Of the pandemic deaths proliferating from
The disparity reigning from viral social
And political...

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IN THE SEA OF LIFE AND THE SANDS OF TIME

As the sun continues to rise,
As the moon continues to wane and wax,
Here I am, continuing...

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