Metaphor Patriotic Poems | Examples
These Metaphor Patriotic poems are examples of Patriotic poems about Metaphor. These are the best examples of Patriotic Metaphor poems written by international poets.
When you are too cool,
And we are dangerously fool!
When you are too good,
And we are mistakenly rude!
When you are going to forgive,
And we are going to dive in the ocean of deceitful bliss!
When you erroneously allow us to speak,
And we are going to attack you at your peak!
You call us "the collaborators",
You kill us by the disgraceful gladiators,
You keep us safe by biased words,
You provide us bliss with the disguised curse.
Until you live long in the blissful hell,
Until you confine us in the glorious jail,
Until you can be refined in your guilty conscience,
Until you rebuke us for our misguided sense.
We are united as your crown is denied,
We are guilty as you are still our guide.
We are ashamed that we didn't know our mind,
That is why you can still rule us and deride.
The ship of state lumbers along the horizon
Like a gigantic seagoing vessel, she struggles
To stay afloat in turbulent waters she lies in,
A pilot must keep her afloat during troubles.
Like a gigantic seagoing vessel, she struggles
With a recalcitrant, unwieldy operational crew,
A pilot must keep her afloat during troubles
Knowing how and when precisely what to do.
With a recalcitrant, unwieldy operational crew
Unwilling to cooperate on the better course
Knowing how and when precisely what to do
The pilot must the proper decorum enforce.
Unwilling to cooperate on the better course
A malfunctioning crew can cause it to capsize
The pilot must the proper decorum enforce,
Through a long dark night, approaching sunrise.
A malfunctioning crew can cause it to capsize
Leaving disaster in its wake, loss immeasurable
Through a long dark night, approaching sunrise,
A pilot makes decisions to many unfathomable.
Leaving disaster in its wake, loss immeasurable
To stay afloat in turbulent waters she lies in,
A pilot makes decisions to many unfathomable,
The ship of state lumbers along the horizon.
Written November 19, 2022
He’s been listening to the news,
All up to date about I-raq,
His kit has been laid out
Sorted and ready to pack.
The camel’s on combat rations
So its mood is just a little mean
But it’s a trim and fit and ready
Desert transport machine.
He sleeps out in the garden
In an army surplus tent
It may be second hand but
Its money so well spent.
It’s all in cam colours
Insipid and quite bland
So to fit in with the others
In the hot desert sand.
He’s informed Buck Palace
And Tonee the Vee Pee,
He’s planned for the occasion
And kept some holidays free.
Once the summons comes
That very same day
Lawrence of Neasden
Can be off on his way,
To fight for Queen and Country,
Old Tonee and Georgie Bush,
He knows he’s not heard back yet,
His offer’s been kept very hush,
But come the day
Come the need
Lawrence and his camel
Will carry out the deed,
And lo and behold
It shall come to pass
Lawrence and his Camel
Will help save ol' Tonee's ass.
To be continued
T
Pakistan is a cemetery..
When a Pakistani becomes rich
his bank accounts are in switzerland..
He invests in Dubai..
He consumes chinese..
He prays in Rome..
He travels to london for medical treatment..
His children study in europe..
If he die he will be buried in his native country..
Pakistan is just a cemetery for Pakistanis...
How could a cemetery be developed???
*Image of Sunrise by Pixabay.
the sustenance
we heed her keeping
blest anoints our countenance~~
golden star's children
2022 March 03
Who shall restore our land's dignity
When plundered by thieves
Who frolic about in the corridors of power
How shall we escape
From the lashes of history?
'How can the captives be delivered from the mighty'?
When engulfed by malodorous ambassadors
Who like rodents eat up the nation's trust.
How shall we escape
From the lashes of history?
union of India and its states are natural allies
but out of hometowners are uneasy
pitter-patter raining on statue of unity resonates
disintegration, disintegration, disintegration
collectively fight, collectively fall
union of india and its states are natural allies
but out of hometowners are uneasy
pitter-patter raining on statue of unity resonates
no government to fight disintegration
collectively fight, collectively fall
union of india and its states are natural allies
but out of hometowners are uneasy
pitter-patter raining on statue of unity resonates
no sardar patel like leader to fight disintegration
collectively fight, collectively fall
everyday life,a tightrope walk
within country.a tug of war
civil unrest floors standing mango india
unconstitutional legislations
unconstitutional judgements
civil unrest floors standing mango india
power shifts to war era
third world war coming
civil unrest floors standing mango india
Weaving the labyrinth of the tyranny of time,
let not the chartered task waiting ashore
become a victim of the rising tides of apathy
between our temple pillars of faith and hope.
Rather, in the due time coming let us be anchored,
resting our sails in the waters of persistence
and determination to stand and do the right thing
to return our nation to its tenets of justice and equality.
Let us not allow the founding code of beliefs
on which the foundation of this country was laid
become mere footnotes to the keloid history
that certain historical tyrannies have overshadowed.
History—Ourstory—has and continues to teach us
many lessons; plain and simple, as well as allegorically.
Let her lessons be our guide in dismantling bigotry and injustice;
recommitting ourselves to molding a nation of peace, love and unity.
When I gaze upon your body
you are a walking human embodiment
of a tropical archipelago in the sun
where the elevation of your height
and the low lying surface of your limestone skin
meet the shallow banks and blue holes
hidden in the depths of your eyes
while the surge of your heart and adrenaline
pounding like the ocean waves
hopping, jumping and skipping
across the shoreline of your chest
with your lustrous teeth
gleaming like the sight
of the Great Barrier Reef
as magnificent as the day goes by
Poverty is a soup.
It's the orange cubed carrot you hate.
And the oily broth you'll skim.
It's the hunger for the wait.
It's the steam that tries escaping
when the bowl's too cool to stray.
And the celery bits' scream gaping
when the mouth's too poor to pay.
It's the gathering of souls
when your heart's too scared to reach.
And the clamoring of bowls
when you're seated next to each.
It's the anxious glance of shame
when the table has odd spoons.
And the handles feeling much too light
to feed what silver ruins.
It's the time you spend while eating
when the others feel your sip.
And the chair you raise while leaving
when you're humbled to a quip.
Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 36
All day long we kill to keep the home clean
Insecticides aerosols rat poison
The killer instinct makes us bold and mean
Down by the pond mosquitoes wake and preen
Time to send fighter jets by the dozen
All day long we kill to keep the house clean
Peeled apples for veg flies succulent wean
We spend week-ends choking every last one
The killer instinct makes us bold and mean
Kids we love but not the kind who boil spleen
So we sock the wife more than hard in the bun
All day long we kill to keep the home clean
At Antipodes some guys flex muscles lean
Call that homefront affront to smite them down
The killer instinct makes us bold and mean
What counts home comfort by all overseen
Secure society to foist nation
All day long we kill to keep the house clean
The killer instinct makes us bold and mean
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
Sure i hit hard, always shining like a star, i carry more pain than any man
I'm half metal, I'm prt metal too ever since I was knee high
Trust me i learned early, 11 mnths. i was walking and stomping by then
May i remind you I'm remaining silent, like Mirinda rights
... how she fixes things
And i tell you i still hit good with the pain
And i know your blonde hair and your blue eyes
And I know the clue coming from Spain
Like I was nuesas, like I couldnt even respond to that comment - man!
And she's a diamond sparkling in my eye's when i tell her this
If I was'nt half metal I'd be hooked on that thing, still hooked
LIke them juices what you gonna do?
And your breast they're well formed I knew GOD knew what He was doing
And your face, let's just say that, God gave you something to touch my mind with
I'm telling you it would be a pleasure just to be in a presence of a Beauty well
Like she was in the Palace, and The Princess, like she needed a KNight in Shining Armour
Like I was A-fraid, and THe ARMY be the Sword in my hand you bastard
And the dragon I be chasing after him, boy I ain't scared
Bits and pieces of my song Justice league
TRESPASSERS SHOULD BE SHOT
Your own computer, where they should not go,
'tis your own place, your Heaven or your Hell
All sacred are the words they should not know,
Nor spy upon, some things you'd never tell.
The scum of life know secrets to the lock,
They play among your bits, yes ev'ry byte.
And troubled nights, not sleeping like a rock
You'll laugh it off, as just imagined plight.
But know you well, conspiracies they thrive,
from cyberspace, they bring you false alarm,
Intimidation keeps their cause alive
Their snooping's meant to bring you naught but harm.
If you've uneasy feeling someone's there
Then know you well, they're with us ev'rywhere.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet