Stress Metaphor Poems | Examples
These Stress Metaphor poems are examples of Metaphor poems about Stress. These are the best examples of Metaphor Stress poems written by international poets.
Oh my!
On the blossoms
Of the apple tree
You, butterfly
Keep sipping
The nectar
of the honey
As long as you desire
No police inspector
No dissenting voices
Curbing your choice
Just the flowers
Offering
Dense brown syrup
With the wind's sway
Stirring the DNA
Blurring the universe
Spectrum of blank verse
Regardless of the purse
No stress
Just embrace, press
and caress
In excess too
Nile in overly blue
Don't digress
Even for a moment
Yesterday, today
and tomorrow
All illuminated
On your wings
No strings
Agile in style
The clock's hands
Are fragile
Categories:
image, imagery, metaphor,
There is music in the silence, in the rest of unheard notes. That is where I hold my breath. Where the universe spins out its code for me to read. I watch as the unfallen sky reveals her mystery. Language unfolds in choreography, dancing between each blink of intention.
But I have questions
If time is not real, then what are we?
Poison and the cure, she screams at crashing volumes. No one sees.
I lay in the soporific sequel, turning over in the concavity of restlessness. Trials of the past collide with warm static forming variations of need. They are all tied to strings. She strums them with shades of night. The unfallen sky weeps. No one is listening.
Stress cannibalizes stones hungry for frailty but each is weighted in expectation. High caloric bites of the unknown. Bitter tones of perceived reality. The answer is in everything we devour. In the stillness of cognition yet all we do is eat.
The mother feeds
The mother weeps
Begging for her witness
As they all sleep soundly in her suffering
Categories:
metaphor, dream, earth day, environment,
MOCKED BIRDS
Aping nature's birds,
Silent drones soaring nightly;
Scary wings blinking:-
Categories:
metaphor, allegory, anxiety, bird, crazy,
For some reason not even the earth could change my mind
The wind banging against my ears
And the dark night couldn't disguise it.
The oak trees could protest their judgement
And the ocean can keep wailing
But my ignorance can oversee it.
For some reason,there were more leaves than before.
The owls cries were easily ignored
Likewise, not even the doves were heard.
Reluctant, I had started to embrace the seasons
And with that, the leaves finally cleared
The ocean soothed
The oaks no longer croaked
For once
I felt blissfully unaware.
Yesterday everything was so loud
But tonight was so quiet
Even my mind no longer protested.
The only protests were the thumps of my very own heart
Even though the snow sourly embraced me
Summers' own spiteful touch lingered.
On that edge
A minuscule path of dying dignity
The seasons grew louder
For whatever reason.
And even in my bittersweet death
I was still nature's child
Caressed by mother nature herself.
November
Categories:
metaphor, angst, grave, grief, mental
As I sit back and reminisce about my day,
I ponder all the happenings that came to play.
All the concessions, all the bargaining, all the ways I gave in;
My stomach drops as if I've committed an egregious sin.
Why is always about they want?
I'm constantly preaching about boundaries and maintaining them,
Yet mine at the slightest breeze seem to snap like a stem.
It feels like sacrifice after sacrifice is made in the name of peace
But none of my own turmoil halts to a cease.
Why are my feelings always discarded?
As the sun sets and we disperse to attend to our own lives,
I feel like fish fileted by dull knives.
I rest my spinning head and try to reach some sort of closure
For my dreams won't come without some sort of composure.
Why do I always fall by the wayside?
Categories:
metaphor, angst, conflict, how i
I thought I could see it all
I thought I could look past the wall
But the more I climbed
The more I find
The wall had become to tall
Categories:
metaphor, stress,
To move a mountain is a wondrous thing;
To do that which is viewed as impossible.
None thought that I would have accomplished it, but I did.
I proved them all wrong.
Their judgment never could stop that which I am made to accomplish.
It was difficult, of course.
I nearly gave up.
But I kept going. Why?
I heard their voices.
Those that claimed I was never enough.
Those who whispered of all my failings.
Those who scoffed, laughed, teased, doubted.
I heard their voices, and I would not let them win.
Not again.
Not ever again.
So I pushed through;
Through all the pain,
Through all the struggle,
Through all the stress.
They would not see me fail again.
They will see me rise, and they will back down.
So I moved the mountain.
And they will never underestimate me again.
Categories:
analogy, deep, metaphor, mountains,
Torn
By Lady Arabella
When your head tells you no ,but your heart says give them one more chance
When you’re sick of the revolving dance
When you know it’s not fair on somebody else
And now nothing makes sense
When you want to say enough is enough
But your heart feels that’s too tough
Where do you go when you feel torn
When you know you just want and deserve to be adorn
Why are emotions so messed up
They just can’t help but interrupt
Your thinking, your wants and when things make sense
It all becomes so intense
Why do these things take up so much of your thoughts
Confusion is all that it’s ever bought
Categories:
metaphor, confusion, dance, emotions, extended
Antelope graze the savanna,
Without a care in the world,
For literal lack of imagination.
Languishing in a morning moment,
The herd simply enjoys its munching.
Something else wafts on air,
Some chemosignal delectably taboo.
Sweat beads trickle down his temples.
Savanna creatures pay no heed,
While mysterious molecules send and prime.
Stress triggers a downward spiral,
Hit as if hunted, not the hunter.
Amygdala on overdrive, panting,
Heart pumping to limbic arrhythmia.
Such dark surreal safari is unexpected.
Predator feared is no leopard, no cheetah.
May as well be his reflection in the mirror.
Elusive yet eventual, relentless - inevitable.
Calm now, as I elicit the parasympathetic.
I am a safe sacred space where you have come to rest.
-ARCantu, 05/22/2023
Categories:
allegory, allusion, extended metaphor,
My mind foggy with too much stress,
I chose to saunter along and imagine
pastoral scenes that I had seen.
I dreamed of fields and meadows
all in green, painted with the colors
of the multi-hued perennial Spring.
As I walked, I felt my mind easing into
a comfortable stride with me.
We passed a calming stream
with fish and frogs and dragonflies.
Each bird sang its soliloquy
and I had only tranquil happiness,
peaceful rhythms, and floating
clouds that billowed and shape-shifted with the wind,
so grateful that I had found the clearing.
Categories:
journey, metaphor, peace, self,
sat in a prison of my making
dark holes in piled skulls
an unwelcome reminder
I am nothing like that boy
so full of righteous ambition
certain of what was just; right
blinded by that conviction
consumed by my fervour
I became the whirlwind
danger swims in certainty’s waters
sirens sing and sailors sink
rapt in passions promise
armour now covers what’s left
immedicable wounds etched within -
right can become wrong
I learned to build walls
to separate and preserve
some salvaged solemn sense of self
a sworn queen’s man
duty done, I sit apart
making peace with ghosts
Categories:
metaphor, allegory, career, fate, hope,
How many cigarettes do you need to smoke until the stress evaporates
How high must you get until you are able to cut all the weeds strangling your emotions
How many drinks until you start relying on yourself to feel good
I need to take out the trash
Trying to build up my savings but I keep pulling from my stash
Life is a joke you think you have it figured out then it just laughs
You think you're ready to go but always leaving something back in the house
It's hard to see through a wall of concrete negativity
Some days I rather be blind
p.s. this way I wouldn't be able to see my cynical reality...
Categories:
anxiety, depression, drink, metaphor,
you planned your race
to run at pace
and win at any cost
but ran too fast
and finished last
so the prize you sought was lost
had you taken time
to the finish line
you might still have your health
and realize
life's greatest prize
is the prize of life itself.
Categories:
life, metaphor, race, stress,
Behind Summer's fullness
richness,
nutritional and nurturing sunlight
empowering bounty
Lies another deep
darker sacred truth
of EarthTribe's inevitable mortality,
death
loss
cosmic stress
universal trauma
MonoTheistic distrust,
disaster,
despair
of patriarchal autonomous
lonely at the top
supremacy
MonoPolistic colonizing,
divisive,
aggressive,
violent,
rapacious,
racist,
sexist,
terrorist
climatic pathology
MonoCulturing Straight Western Male
historic white
protagonist light,
choosing win/lose inside voices
over win/win outside choices
is not so healthily bright
Against deep dark green
ecofeminist
co-passionate
co-empathic
co-arising bicameral
panentheistic empowering
harmonic mindful balance,
EarthTribally accessible
democratic co-enlightenment.
Categories:
culture, extended metaphor, health,
Intolerance weaves threads of hatred
in the fabric of our scary times,
innocent blood is shed in madness,
fanaticism spreads like wild fire,
life is splintered by lancet of chaos
into disposable debris uncared,
in the psychic grip of insolent stress
the fostered relationships crash.
Before the world order collapses
I ardently wish the times change,
war-tanks become pianos,
guns form harmonic flutes,
deadly arsenals turn harps,
mercenaries become violins,
and they all perform the symphony
of peace and universal brotherhood.
Before the hourglass breaks,
let the essence of times change,
thorns of contempt turn into flowers,
cactus of hatred into branch of olive,
crooked minds morph into alchemists,
and make the golden strands
that will create the garlands,
intertwining all of us with love.
_________________
June 8, 2022
Contest : If Only My Wish Would Come Ture
Sponsored by : Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Categories:
analogy, image, inspirational, metaphor,