Metaphorically Poems - Poems about Metaphorically

A silent movie Maybe silent realistically Or not silent metaphorically Silent Because not verbal Not silent Because with movements Not silent Because appealing Silent Because there are no immediate actions And without man's sympathy Response and cooperation A silent story May eventually die silently...

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My source of gain for each day is so soothing and warm of heart this holds me up no matter what fully satisfying in no small part This bottle has ca spiritual dimension effecting my soul so very much keeping it filled to the brim trusting for that divine touch There's a constant boiling need being red hot temperature-wise touching inside your lukewarmness pour out the...

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paradisal unity in a circular round dance faraway looks in metamorphosis of illusion of the ephemeral stilled in a pictorial cosmos of tranquil enjoyment naturalistic ...

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She said she likes the way my metaphor swings back and forth. Crossing through time, and reinvigorating the mind. Touching produces a collaborative effect causing her to wonder what's next? Bodies tingle to the point where she invites our souls to mingle. Ending in punctuated satisfaction leaving our after thoughts full of action. And as she...

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No matter how long you look to the sky Rain wouldn't fall if there are no clouds; So engage the sun, warm up your oceans And uplift humid air as high as you can-- And keep repeating till misty clouds form. Stars don't appear till the advent of dark, So take your sunny day on a joyous ride-- Let it shine in...

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Peter Pan Syndrome the most accurate way to summarize psychological mindset of yours truly, particularly as a boy with brown eyes, who did NOT holistically acclimatize himself with peers, which insecurity latched deadbolt draw bridge guaranteeing Harris parasite to cannibalize (figuratively), sans rip pull sieve flesh eating das guise nanobot, while clinging with dear life to mother's apron strings, no surprize unavoidably, predictably, inevitably, trauma did successfully burglarize (more serious...

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I missed the rain but the metaphorical hit between the eyes left me reeling as I read the water smudged calling card of the wasting disease....

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Dive under any skirt that floats your way, Amish or otherwise, metaphorically speaking. Be an explorer. Sail every sea until you find the eddy you want to swirl in the rest of your life. Then stake your claim. Make it your own. Donal Mahoney...

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I I Slip- into a dreamy dream- and I am falling into a greenforest lost in a sea of trees they are sobeautiful the drums of time cease clouds sail in the sky oh my life is weather-stained-sad I imagine myself a tree g r a c e f u l lost in a...

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Think metaphorically, Everyday, said my mentor. When a word becomes a sentence, It could be a good story. A story is created By imagination, But fantasy is not. Perhaps hallucination, Driving directions, To create something. DBP-230116....

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This poem is dedicated to a special far away friend - Brandden Blackwell. We became so close before we actually met. So close, yet so far away - never around, yet always there - It's kind of like describing a metaphoric friend. Thanks, Brandden for inspiring the artistic flair we will forever share. Metaphorically...

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Imagine if for once I could smile at my storm Or that by some chance I could be accepted by the norm What if I really did find the pot at the end of the rainbow What if all my hurts and pains I could finally just let go Maybe the grass is greener on the other side Or that...

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I am the sunset's radiant smile I am rain's melody with songs sublime I am the energy it takes every day to ...

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This is the story of who I am I give all I can and then some. I, a bee, will sting if you wrong If nice, an help mate I will be. Many are the roads to one’s heart The main road, truthfulness, is a very good start." You will get caught if you fool around You are unfaithful you're out...

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His hair is like a black dwarf with white freckles, with eyes like sharp, jiggered icicles, a nose like a white man in a lineup of Africans, and a mouth like shredded onions should you choose to cross him. His chest is like a cow’s udder ready to feed her young, with a stomach like a hippo basking in the...

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