Figures of Speech
Words, a painted canvas, plain and true,
then twisted, turned a different point of view.
A river's mouth but no lips to consume,
a mountain's foot where no shoes find their room.
Time, a thief, that steals the golden days,
while love, a fire, in a hazy, tender maze.
The sun, a lion, roaring in the sky,
a silent scream where truths and fictions lie.
A metaphor, a bridge of whispered thought,
where worlds collide and new meanings are caught.
A simile's grace, a gentle, soft compare,
like velvet touch or wind through tangled hair.
Personification's breath in objects cold and still,
where stones can weep and lonely shadows spill.
Hyperbole's roar, a grand, exaggerated plea,
a thousand years, to simply set us free.
Irony's sharp sting, a bitter, hidden jest,
where smiles conceal what hearts cannot digest.
Figures of speech, a dance of subtle art,
to paint the soul and tear the world apart.
To bend the language till it starts to gleam,
and find the poetry within a waking dream.
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Bernard F. Asuncion
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