Metaphorical Poems - Poems about Metaphorical

The Divine Seed - A heart-touching poem on the soul’s origin from the Supreme

In silence where no echoes roam,
Before the stars were carved in dome,
Before the seas had learned to swell,
There stirred a Light no tongue could tell.

Not born of flesh, nor bound by clay,
Nor measured in the light of day—
The soul emerged, so pure, so still,
Breathed from the depths of Heaven’s will.

A whisper from the Heart Divine,
A

When I gave beggar a coin

A beggar grabbed my hand and cried for some spare change.

At first, I offered him a sweet memory of food or a tasteless sip of divine water, but he asked for money.

I had a heavy coin and gave it to him.

I wondered why he took only the money, and when he saw it, he immediately

Waiting In The Metaphorical Rain

You may rain on my parade,
But I will never end my crusade
As long as you let me try to persuade,
Just know my romance is no charade.

You may doubt you can reciprocrate
But I will still show you what I can create:
Unconditional love means I can never hate
While you may continue to leave me in wait.

You showed

Metaphorical Forage

Letting all the liquid courage
Fuel my will through searching of forage.

Mr ADHD

Mr ADHD....

I'm Mr. ADHD,
it's plain to see,
Just to be my friend,
you must be crazy.
Let alone my partner,
that's my forever Be,
I love my girl,
as she's crazy like me.

My mind's a rollercoaster,
no brakes,
no stop,
Thoughts racing,
bouncing,
like a pinball drop.
Hyperactive energy,
can't sit still,
In this ADHD life,
it's a constant thrill.

Medications try to tame the beast inside,
Ritalin,
Adderall,
they try to guide.
Speed's got

Metaphorical version of, 'You're dying '

Metaphorical version of,
'You're dying....'

I’m Cancer,
creeping from the shadows of hell,
A curse unleashed,
where darkness dwells.
No lying,
I’m here,
your silent dread,
I thrive in your fear,
where hope has fled.

I’m happy,
you’re crying,
your tears fuel my fire,
Years fighting,
years trying,
yet I never tire.
I set in deep,
roots of despair,
A shadowy curse,
a nightmare’s snare.

You’re dying,
no denying,
I tighten my grip,
A relentless force,
a sinking ship.
For over

Fishin’ for Time

In the pure bright wake, I went fishing’ for calm and all I caught was tumblin’ time. 
The hours were soppin’wet with pond scum and the seconds kept getting’ away as soon as I thought I had them hooked. 
The minutes peered up at me from the crepuscular waters and told a lie. “Be patient,

WARRING FOR PEACE: OXYMORONIC!

Where there is war, 
There can be no peace;
No matter who or where you are, 
We must, as one, tame this vicious beast:-

Where there is war,
There can be no peace;
No matter who are where you are
Chanting "War For Peace", must cease:-

It's like a shark with an octopus' head in its jaw,
Changing to t it prey,

I Yearn

I yearn for a quiet life,
Its really hard though
When all your life has been noise.

I constantly pondered on 
what it must be like,
But my brain finds it hard to fathom such a concept
I yearn for a quiet life.

The noise becomes so loud that
It being quiet is outlandish 
Something beyond comprehension 
When all your life has

Metaphorical Raindrops

Yesterday, sociable sun embellished, 
desires of my poetic garden heart.
Spreading sweet scents of serenity,
elegantly and enchantly, echoing, 
vivid visions from my vibrant vocabulary,
but, such is the nature of the muse,
without refreshment, it's petal like mood cried
for raindrops of ink to nourish and flourish its
sensitive sleeping seeds, shielded by my soul. 

But, howling winds arrived with

Hello I am a poem

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 different ways
Sometimes crashing down and others just simply sways
And like the tide it moves each reader in a different way
Casting them far off or bringing them closer to the shore

her lips lie metaphorical realism

she could not handle the truth
easier to live a lie
just the truth the whole truth nothing but the truth
does it still exist
 
when none believe reality its still truth
if all believe lies they are still falsehoods
authenticity captures facts that exist
cold hard facts metaphorically speaking
 
how do I substantiate its actual
is there a magic formular to follow
do I

Passion - Metaphorical Realism

through the key-hole surgery of my delicate heart 
you have reached into the inner sanctum of my soul 
in Plato’s cave where I have locked away my demons 
betrayed by worm casts of secretive earthworms 

cold and unyielding
queen conch shell lips suited for bathroom decoration 
relentlessly searching out my responses 
fevered brow only registers your

The Donkey of Destiny

The Donkey of Destiny

The party was set, the guests were invited,
The adults were happy, the kids all excited.
All going to plan; the hosts were delighted,
Then the Donkey of Destiny brayed – he-haw!
The Donkey of Destiny brayed.

The Board of Directors set forth their campaign,
To conquer their industry, supremely reign,
To guarantee ultimate financial gain,
Til the Donkey of

Metaphorical Life

My metaphorical life

                     I serve it on a platter, and

                         grace...

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