Metaphor Mystery Poems

Through the many days
Up and down marking each their hours
So do minds sail their curious course.

With each weighed anchor leaving swirling trails
Showing the world what...

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"'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...

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Publicly 
advertising 
he doesn't tickle
her fancy.
If that''s no lie,
then why 
seek him out 
surreptitiously? 
Her terms of endearment 
flow like honey off her lips,
but what...

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At the edge of the old cemetery,
I found an unkept grave.
It was though the person interned there, 
Had a soul no one could save.

Her tombstone...

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what, I wonder, did you unlock
winter songs of summer birds
in a dingy cell with clawed-at walls
in drawing rooms where princes died
and all the soldiers marching...

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blues and greens, gently trickle out of the day
night's henchmen, shadows gather on corners
demise looms in leaking squalor, exsanguinate
remorseless swelling of silhouettes, cardboard
cutout scenery until...

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An isolated silhouette grows
amongst cowering greens as
an aimless impression yonder
trace mimicking lifeless postures. 

Outlines vanish from the capture
as that raises a different outcome,
yet the instinctive...

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moon; glowing above its scars for eons...

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A goat without blemish
And creepers and verming
Are inserted in its mouth
Then all it's orifices are bound
The ancients sewed them up
And it driven to the wilderness
To...

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My friend, don’t struggle so
Not much longer to go
No more working for the all-mighty buck
No more lusting after the…
Ahhh your dirty mind 
Will be the...

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Dumpster-Diving Deity

By Mark D. Stucky
Dirty, broken, and forgotten,
discarded as worthless junk
at garage sales and trash collections,
were treasures I have rescued.
Where others saw rubbish,
the eye of...

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It's an early chilly dawn
On a sleepy village by
The snowpeaked mountain
The first rays of the sun
Touch the peak
Of the mountain of splendour
Creatures of the nether...

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What secrets dwell in Poesy's heart, veiled by verse? 
     Why on the edges of our perception
do they dance? What are...

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(Author's note: Traditions of walking a labyrinth as a form of meditation go back to at least the fourth century. Labyrinths in Christian contexts usually...

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Anaphylactic identity, constricting logic on the 
course towards infinity. Denial is drawn like a tarot 
reading, citing that it is all in your head. Hidden...

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