Metaphor Purple Poems | Examples
These Metaphor Purple poems are examples of Purple poems about Metaphor. These are the best examples of Purple Metaphor poems written by international poets.
She say she wants to go home with me tonight as we sit by the bus park,
but I tell her we can make home right here in this moments,
haven't you heard heavens rumours that the god of love escaped,
maybe the rumours are true cause you are with him at the moment,
gods create let me create love like no other for both of us in this moment,
you realize I cannot stop staring at you heavy chest,
because am already in the world of fantasy you squeezing me with those beautiful breasts of yours
till I ran out of breathe,
don't worry you won't kill me am already dead cause I died the moment I saw you
so am as well zombified in the moment,
let me handle you with care cause that what happens in home,
and I would do a perfect job of taking you home as you wanted
Do you have a poetic licence
to park your pitiful purple prose
(alliteratively he wrote)
it even puts my poor feet to sleep
and gives me painful coma toes
(literally did he quote)
And have you paid your syn tax
to persist in paltry poetry
(a non sequitur perhaps)
as dabbling in sad scribbling
is how your paean 'ppears to me
(no storied scripts mere scraps)
Before paper and pen you pick up
or possibly parchment and quill
(pheasant not porcupine)
please procrastinate perchance to ponder
prior to putting out pig in a poke swill
(pearls of wisdom before swine)
The true dawn of dreams
that lingers like twilight’s kiss.
Luxury’s revels
draped in a regal cloak’s hush.
Crowned with velvet robes
of night’s elegant embrace,
with a mind and soul
brushed in amethyst’s true grace.
A whispered silence
that softens nature’s mystique—
the sweet wine of life
savored at twilight’s last glow.
A solitude hymn
composed for an empress’s smile,
like a meadow’s grin
filling an ocean’s wide sigh.
PURPLE
Purple my soft moss seat in paradise
amethyst crown purple so wise
High Priestess purpled silken silent and bold
has no need to compete with cool
Countess whose court is neat
but oh so cold !
What a sweet treat to see
ripe ripple granadilla purpled fall from tree
she made an indigo way from leafy branch
to loamy Earth to juicy kiss my feet
landing on delicate fairy roots with a scarlet beat
Purple irises erect rows in park holler
such powerful maidens compete not for dollars chased by bookie rookie scholars who fail
to see abundance in nature’s holy colour
divinely composed with innocent hues of valour
How humans sniffle and snuffle when they
seek lilac happiness in ludicrous money
all they need do is close their eyes to
visualise dining on purple aubergine,
mauve butter bean laced with dripping honey
in violet chameleon coves hosting bunnies
watching a shimmering sunset
holy purple burble !
I shed the shackles of societal scrutiny
Dared to color the Pumpkin purple
Finding that one must weigh such actions
On the scale of consequences
Developed a “cloak of invisibility”
Muted and masked my reality
Sharpened the spearhead of a N0. 2 pencil
Mounted up, lowered my shield, and fled
Leaving a trail of “double entendre”
A myriad of menacing metaphor
The howl of “Limerickian” lunacy
A sonorous tone of truth
Yet still I bear the shackle scars
Soft fears that linger in a being
Longing to dull my stinging spearhead
Erase the Pumpkin's purple smile
Grasping a plot
from my store of meddles
I spread,
near the sink,
verbs and nouns
I've found.
Cleaving each
to a size
then heated derive
a fragrant misty theme.
. . .to be continued. . .
Powerless in an iron lung
split purple in an evening sky
my lady leaks
The snow here is made of china
I’ve been here before
my lady fills the horizon
and the mountain hugging the river
went with the sun
Nothing left to walk on
only places to fall
where ice
breaks open to swallow
Just cats and nocturnal solicitors
can prowl with trembling paws
and hammer the neighborhood doors
as fists of freeze
And what am I but one of these
burrowed inside the night
disreputable cat
wet and wandering
amusing crying obviously wrong
A scoundrel
searching for a lamp
she is blotted
she is blinded spilling purple
to the earth
Grapes Of Wrath
I paged you in blue
but pegged you purple be true
energetic red bouncing
round as a warring
fire embolden in passion
a stable calm of magic.
2020 March 21
*Honorable Mention*
STRAND CHOICE M,any form,any theme
~~Brian Strand
Howmanysyllables;
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(I AM A FIREFLY)
I am a firefly
You are my dark sky
You give me reason to shine
You give me season to shine
My shine is different from star
You are my reason to start
I am a firefly,
You are my dark sky
You give me reason to shine
You give me season to shine
When you are lighted
I am delighted
When I am lighted
World is delighted
You look very fine,
When I start to shine,
I am your little light,
Which makes you even bright.
My shine is full of fire,
Which makes you full of light
I have lots of spark,
You have lots of star.
My light gives direction by heaven,
You star give direction by seven
You have many stars
But I am not a star
I am a firefly,
You are my dark sky
You give me reason to shine
You give season to shine
During the night
Your moon is source of light
When I am bright,
My light is source of delight
You are my shine
which makes me fine
when we are near
we have no fear
because I am a firefly
you are my dark sky
you give me reason to shine
you give me season to shine
One day sky got tired of just sitting;
He decided to have some fun.
So down on humans he poured,
A bucket of rainbow
Colors, not before
Seen by humans;
Among them,
Purple
Smiles.
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Push it right there,
it's schematic addictions dismantlement in prisms,
push it all along the way-
rotation of grapes,
push it into the grey-
for we cannot fake our face...
Slow the born band,
because we reprimand,
yet adorn the command,
push in push in and see the next best,
squeegee encounter,
and then a phat rent.
I have become your canvas
Where you paint your most painful memories
in purple paint.
I asked you
are there no other colors in your rainbow?
And you just laughed
and dipped your brush into another bottle.
Purple Passion
Royalty of the purple metaphor,
shall I compare thee to the motor kings?
In Heaven’s choir you sing for evermore,
‘Formerly Known’ in white seraphim wings.
The world without you is a hungry place,
already auctioning off your dreams
with the posted images of your face,
boosting ratings and greedy tabloid schemes.
Fabulous of music's fraternity,
the brotherhood of guitar, rock and fame
your songs will reign for an eternity,
leaving us purple passion for your pain.
9/4/16
CONTEST 239 any form,any topic max of 14 lines - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
The purple heart, that which beats with pure power
Covers the blood flowing throughout the inside
This heart will crystallize making me cower
Painful transition from flesh to what abides
An incredible view these crystals become
A purple sparkle, looking though it’s lonesome
The glass like object somehow pumps blood along
And sings in rhythm with the beat of its song
Crystal delves into chamber of the unknown
Skimming the blush faced object, warm to the touch
Over the cliff of white it falls in what’s blown
Exploding in consistent breaths, time as such
Record the faith, or love, which reeks of past pains
Oh majestic healing forms through lifelong gains
Inscribed in mathematical formations are
Juxtapositions leaning towards the stars
Russell Sivey
Contest: METAPHOR: CRYSTAL
Sponsor: nette onclaud
3/17/2014
Rispetto 1 is one style, Rispetto 2 is another style