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Metaphors Poems - Poems about Metaphors

Premium Member The Paradiddle of Being - Book Two: The Becoming
VI. We are all metric modulations of our former selves—changing time signatures mid-measure, learning to count in odd meters when life refuses to conform to 4/4 expectations finding beauty in 7/8 existence— the off-kilter cadence of becoming. The teenager tattoos pain across her skin in sixteenth-note flurries— razor crescendos marking flesh rimshots echoing in a locked room her body a snare absorbing what no one will hear. But the counselor...

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Categories: metaphors, extended metaphor, fate, identity,
Form: Lyric
Premium Member The Paradiddle of Being - Book One: The Struck World
I. In the beginning was the Single Stroke Roll— left-right, left-right, the primordial heartbeat of existence itself, each alternation a binary choice between being and non-being, the eternal paradiddle of consciousness striking against the drumhead of reality. Listen: the Buzz Roll of morning traffic— ten thousand souls creating multiple bounces against the stretched skin of commuter silence. Each ghost note a rhythmic prayer unheard each...

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Categories: metaphors, childhood, identity, introspection, loss,
Form: Spoken Word



Premium Member A Lantern Made of Suicide Notes: Suicide by Metaphors
I. The Hour of Approach The poem I was writing refused to end— it kept writing me. Blood didn't ink these lines— the ink bled me. Each stanza a hidden-hematoma across the white of nothingness. Somewhere, midnight faltered, and I was no longer alone. II. Visitation: Sylvia Plath Sivvy came barefoot, bees orbiting...

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Categories: metaphors, creation, literature, mental health,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Mannequin of Metaphors
When the malevolent moon drapes black current vines around my neck, etching the blood of betrayals in my white-whirling wings ~ I cease to scream in sanguine sighs within sangria songs ...

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Categories: metaphors, angst, betrayal, dark, deep,
Form: Free verse
The Lunar Vein and Sunken Emeralds
The cragged moon, a curdled, midnight bloom, Where veins of frost, dissect a shadowed room. A galaxy of mold, on lunar stone, A whispered legend, soft and darkly known. It weeps a brine, a sharp, celestial tear, A pungent phantom, banishing all fear. Then, amber relics, in a glassy tomb, Where time's slow fingers, weave a spiced perfume. Each wrinkled emerald, a sunken,...

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Categories: metaphors, allusion, art, metaphor,
Form: Rhyme



A Drawn Reflection
Is this what was meant for me… The drawn reflection of a man? Each step taken with the lightest touch, So many they tread a new course. At every bend, a choice was made, Drawing circles and channels upon the land. Choices made, lines in sand, The track lies ahead, not behind. I thought I’d rise, reflection true, With head held high, over the...

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Categories: metaphors, conflict, emotions, introspection, nature,
Form: Free verse
Bad at love
Repeating old mistakes Falling harder each and every time Love is a poison And I intend To drink this remedy Everyday Waiting for my destiny Love shall find even the undeserving Yet the deserving only find love at the end People who don’t look Find gold People searching for ages Find fools gold So if love is poison Let it drown me And then...

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Categories: metaphors, 9th grade, love, truth,
Form: Free verse
Metaphors In Life
Life is like a cup of coffee Sometimes bitter Add a little sugar Taste differently. Life is like a hamburger Both ends has cover In between has fillings For you to decide to eat....

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Categories: metaphors, freedom, life, metaphor, passion,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member mismatched metaphors
misplaced in moonlight my muse lay mute and inkless~ venting in darkness like mourning mists crawling through sleepless stars before sunrise but between silence and twisted tunes of twilight I found silver runes carved with mismatched metaphors~ healing hymns amidst blurred lines… ...

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Categories: metaphors, deep, poems,
Form: Tanka
Nuclear Warfare
Nuclear warfare?... Nuclear warfare, the storm's on the brink, How will it happen? Where will you sink? When the tidal wave of war crashes from the sea, What’s the first thought? Kids and my partner, gotta be. Holdin' hands as we vanish in the mist, End the war, nuclear warheads, clenched fists. UK next, for aiding Ukraine’s fight, Keir Starmer’s lies, truth in the night. Are we blind, do...

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Categories: metaphors, america, conflict, extended metaphor,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Premium Member Too many metaphors to get off the ground
So many bear traps Right now it's the bed I feel no one is out there Beyond the inches past my face I'm in a sliver of a void The reality is I'm in the dog house for not pulling my weight Conceptualising it Numb and zoned out Needing to snap out of caring But not over compensate with desensitising It's a delicate game...

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Categories: metaphors, anxiety,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member In the twilight of existence, where shadows speak in veiled metaphors
In the twilight of existence, where shadows speak in veiled metaphors, Man awakens to the whisper of his birth, a tender yet profound surrender. As the burdens of reality settle into the marrow of our bones, We understand the paradox of life: To be born is to surrender. Thus, existence, with its somber rhythm, becomes a tranquil river, Flowing gently,...

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Categories: metaphors, fantasy,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member The Dance of Anger
The Dance of Anger… A weary waltz, on a sheenless floor. Offbeat music gyrates an endless cycle. On two, accent anxiety’s weakness Syncopated rhythms erupt. Love songs are a miss. ...

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Categories: metaphors, anger, emotions, fear,
Form: Other
My Heart was Captivated
Whenever I hear your name, My heart starts to pound I don't know if it's lame, But in my eyes, thousands of emotions can be found. At first, I don't know if it's love Having that feeling makes my heart throb. Your voice is a music in my ears Repeatedly playing while forgetting my fears I had this feeling, I kept for years For...

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Categories: metaphors, boy, feelings, for him,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Metaphors written in psychedelic ink
When words like seeds remain uncultivated, in somber silence the poet within me dies. In the misery of my perishing poetic oasis, petal like poems refuse to infuse idealistic pigments. But without words, a midnight beast lurks in thoughts hidden behind metaphors written in psychedelic ink. My beloved is a black rose who's thorns are like blades. Her pecan lips lustfully devour...

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Categories: metaphors, analogy,
Form: Free verse

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