Success Metaphor Poems | Examples
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I sit on a throne of unfinished things,
wearing a crown of missed chances,
a robe of echoes and brittle stances,
stitched with the pull of quiet strings.
My mini palace is kept on my palm,
built from silent, paused goodbyes.
I spread my kingdom with quiet gaze,
ruled it with intent none could revise.
I am self-slaved by chosen remand,
My soldier thumb obeys each command
My courtier eyes chart where I land
Time kneels before my wordless stand.
I claimed the void they wouldn't dare
and named myself the nillionaire.
Blossoming onwards
Know you’re worthy of success;
God…navigating…
Like flowers of spring,
Your destiny is assured;
God…cultivating…
Plow onwards in faith,
Rowing towards your greatness;
God…fertilizing…
Blossoming onwards,
Know you’re worthy of success;
God…navigating…
Like flowers of spring,
Your destiny is assured.
God…cultivating…
Plow onwards in faith,
Rowing towards your greatness;
God…fertilizing…
Be as the sun,
And doubt not the Son of God;
Your guiding compass:-
Divine guidance is your gift;
Praise God for each day’s dawning:-
After sleep, you wake,
There’s sunset and sunrise;
You’re guided between:
Always believe in yourself;
Always be in God’s guidance:-
Journey faithfully,
You are destined for success;
God is your compass:
When lost, sign in your compass
And be guided on your way:-
Don't be afraid of failure
It's just a stumbling block to success
Go bravely and you will
Eventually reach the other side.
Failure is not the end
But the beginning of motivation
A heart to challenge led you the field
Of wide range of learning and growth.
Failure is just the other side of the coin
The other side will surprise you
Once you strive life with persistence
Plus positive motivation for excellence.
Failure and success are part of life
It's like painting, choose what colors
You want to fill in it for beauty to see
To what people interpret your life to be.
Don't panic, stand still and relax
The sun goes down, the moonlight fade
The moon is setting, and there is sunrise
Yesterday's sun, don't dry today's clothes
Tomorrow's heavy rain, can't get wet today's self
The past is gone, and the wind follows
The future is not coming, and be willing
Don't worry in advance, think good things
Don't anticipate troubles, rather keep in peace
Life is to see tricks and believe in truth
Open roads in every mountain access chances
Build bridges when encountering water
Sunset returns to the mountain to sea
The mountains and sea hide its deep meaning
And the sun and moon wallowing its success.
Love is like a pair of shoes
If it does not fits you
You feel discomfort and in pain
If it fits you, you're at peace
You can walk and run with ease
The feeling of comfort
Leads you to where you want to be
If there are steeps to climb
It's easy for your feet to move
And arrive your destination with success.
I use philosophical musings,
My key maker is reverie,
A few attempts may be needed,
Alignment may not occur each time.
Upon success, the door opens,
A mirror stands there, devoid of reflection,
Then a ripple, whatever part of you hidden,
Manifests.
It grasps you digging talons in,
drags you inside,
Beware, can take possession of your husk,
enjoy the ride.
"'If I'm the world's biggest failure
Does that make me a success?'' -Peter Dome.
Life is a series of stepping stones
A challenge we have to face
Each every day
We try to keep our balance
Winds may blow us over
We either make it or we fall
Obstacles may get in our way
Sometimes we don't make it at all
Many try to live their lives all at once
And trip over
It's hard if we try to get
From one step to the next
Blinded by darkness
We have to be careful
If our feet don't know where to go
So we take a breath
And go real slow
Sometimes our feet get stuck in the mud
We struggle with all our mite
Or we find ourselves in quicksand
And we lose the fight
Gently smile along when the flowers grin;
Freely fly along when butterflies glide
Divulge the veiled exuberance within;
Set your worldly tribulations aside.
Pace along with ever ebullient breeze;
Crazily dance along with the bumblebees;
Snatch the heavenly rhythm of singing trees;
Make your earthly edginess smoothly flee.
Grow along with those pretty little sprout
pierce the rigid barrier , make own route;
Walk along with a trail of busy ants,
overhear them reciting success chants.
Live in harmony with nature ever,
for she will teach life lessons forever;
Jan-11-2024
"Imagine your friends getting closer to your imagination," by Poet
Dawning ...
thinking sleepers,
entries processing norm,
advent instants absorbed purpose,
visions.
Drawing ...
mental pictures,
banquets divine eyefuls,
humankind imagines its goals,
blueprints.
Devise ...
managed control,
targets fastest shortcuts,
proven values access success,
brainstorms.
Dreamer ...
taking pleasure,
building airy castles,
lighted tunnels edging extremes,
awakes.
beauty and ugliness are complementary,
for good and evil
complete us...
Anxiety and calm are important
we depend on each other,
mistake promotes success,
failure, invents glory...
From pain, joy is born...!
We are dually incomplete,
We seek unattainable perfection
We are a combination of concrete and abstract
Humans yes, divine particles yes,...!
On Havana's white shore –
With each salt-infused whirl
That agitates its border –
Every sand is a potential pearl.
A creeping creature silent,
full of motivational spirit,
a spider is the designer of web,
the fly-trap of opportunities.
Many good chances I couldn’t catch,
so, before my time ran out,
how to weave the fabric of life for success
I wanted to learn from the art of making web.
I brought home a bag of spiders,
let one free to crawl out,
and make a cobweb I could see,
but it disappeared behind the wall clock.
In half-sleep one night
I saw the spider come out of the clock,
and I felt eerily it creep on my face,
I got a shuddering fearful shock.
I got up shaken in fright,
looked into the mirror
the spider I didn’t see,
but saw the cobweb time made on my face.
If we could look into the seeds of time,
and say which grain will grow and which will not,
we would arrange our affairs defiantly
in the face of current opposition.
If a thought should geminate and flourish
in the barren soil of the status quo,
it would likely be by sheer providence
that ideas would come to fruition.
Our dreams, our very imagination,
are what keep our momentum in this world.
Sans the prospect of incremental feats,
we would not strive to attain excellence.
If the portent of riches entices us,
would we forsake every value system
to attain the pinnacle of success?
No one could portend the foreordained path.