Sorrow Metaphor Poems

You'll find me under the stars
Beneath the branches of a willow tree
Longing for something 
That'll never be seen
2 parts slave
1 part free
Forgotten by lovers
Forgotten by...

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I have seen that house a hundred times,
The one upon which the old vine climbs.
So poignant and so melancholy,
That place had once been the omphali.
Now...

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Poe’s Hourglass: A Melancholic Decree

Once upon a midnight dreary,
As sands slip through life’s hourglass, eerie,
I pondered upon my penitent past,
And the regrets that will forever...

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Poetry is like medication, in each release of expression,
there is healing - Poet.

In the realms of lost childhoods,
where demons prey upon the defenceless -
no one...

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We often remember there is always a tomorrow
Through resonance of beautiful songs of sorrow,
For then we know our struggles which make us grow
Are only emotional,...

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And so it is, that both the Devil and the angelic Spirit present us with objects of desire to awaken our power of choice. There...

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Those wide mahogany eyes, 
I cannot help but cling to, 
like goosegrass clings on,
too dear, may I hang out here?
just for a little while longer,
you...

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My words intertwined with the deepest emotions
Dreams, goals and sometimes sorrow deeper than an ocean,
My words are like waves that wash over each reader in...

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The long journey 
of the slithering stream 
on the languid lap 
of pensive plateau,
meandering montage
in ebony melancholy
of forlorn forest,  
flows on contorted contours 
of...

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Time is a river that flows endlessly
Carrying memories and dreams along the way
Sometimes it is calm and gentle, sometimes it is rough and stormy
But time...

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I heard the sound of the sea 
echoing like a distant hymn.
It encompassed my soul
like a heavenly embrace.
It set me free like a lucid breeze.
It...

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How lovely
is the waterfall,
with ever-vibrant spray,
unleashing torrents of power,
rushing with resilience,
falling with grace
to soft froth

Steady is the pour
that feeds the tranquil pool,
enduring and ensuring
a peaceful...

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I've always 
wandered in 
venus' orbs, 
searching for
the star-seed 
of my spirit that
has forsaken
it spiritual 
sanguinary and 
caged every 
fluorescent flicker 
in a sculptured
sanctuary of...

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Seeds of emotion
yields no crop, now blighted fields,
harvest of a death!...

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Such is a sorrow sculpted of sunstone,
Immortalised with studious refrain,
Tragedy, still, in beautiful atone,
Exuding light from a languish of pain.

Young Venus, I be, suspended in...

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