Short Figuratively Poems
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i never
figuratively
but literally
try to make
a point
and my puns
are always in
tended with
out me
having to make
finger quotation
marks in the air
while
trying to find a
synonym for the
word synonym
Form:
~Lights shines oh brilliant light
shines disrupts the night
so figuratively oh does the light
shine light shines on the Godly and the Godless~
1/2/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
A new dawn
Arising and
Replacing the
Darkness..
Literally and
Figuratively
This is the
Conventional
Belief..
Emptiness
Appearing as
Sequence..is
Non-conventional..
Not-knowing is
Peace...
figuratively speaking...
clearing the mind
accommodates new thoughts...
poetry then is as...
a reality turned inward
and outward
a conch shell time sphere...
from which to watch the wilds
with your own po at tree
stan sand
CASTRATED
In ebony
air on flight
through night
nothing is
big or too
far off
figuratively
speaking streams
forgetful surf
high pitch screams
sandpits churn
tough turf
a wastage
of
egg rock
inert
© Kim van Breda—10 November 2015
Unmotivated,
I’d dropped my creative side
on the kickoff line
until I picked it up at halftime.
Fumbling,
I now use things I know little about
to explain things I know even less
about life.
Touchdown when I get it right!
For Nathan's
short poems Poetry Contest
Silhouette
Shadow on my wall
I am called by your presence
I’m summoned by your very spirit
You touch me as no other
Figuratively
Holding me
Septet syllable count is 3,5,7,9,7,5,3, unrhymed
I found the perfect Christmas gift
And that’s what I’m unwrapping
She’s five foot two, eyes of blue
Slender, tender, figuratively cracking
So it’s a happy Christmas to me
For a very obvious reason
I’ve found myself the perfect gift
That I will enjoy all of the season
Form:
Tempus Fugit L
(Time Flies)
Written: by Tom Wright
4/15/2018
When faced with a project that I’m eschewing,
The time seems prolonged and I speculate why.
But undertaking assignments that I enjoy doing,
Time escapes, and figuratively speaking, does fly.
Upward through a soft patch of early Spring
If green plants and petals could only sing
Jubilation and Joy would ring out
Fleeing wintry straightjackets
I'd wave to them; they'd wave to me
We'd weep together, figuratively
Two old friends united again ~ restoratively
It’s so quiet in here
And the only sounds I hear
Come from fingers, moving wildly
Telling stories behind backs
Literally, Figuratively
Breaking hearts and bonds
Secrets spreading silently
In a tangled web
Of words and whispers
Created by humming hands
And, I think we have forgotten
Our once vocal voices
For I don’t remember how to say
I’m Sorry
Form:
POETIC FANTASY
significant
themes
emanating
realities
to
encompass
tainted
&
arbitary
but
figuratively
conventional
notions
so
beautifully
nostalgic
evocative
with
material
discrepancies
&
continuous
agile
fluctuations
with
abundant
intuitive
affinities
in
differentiated
dissimilar
common
engagements
I recite and read aloud,
wander, lonely as a cloud,
then emulate and create
as memory stimulates;
Swim against poetry's tide
therein,an enigma hide,
perhaps,a step too far,with
Tennyson,crossing the bar;
I dream on Will's sonnet verse,
figuratively,sweet and terse,
lazing life away,with songs
compared to a summer's day.
To conjure an opening line
ever,remembered,as mine.
I recite and read aloud,
wander, lonely as a cloud,
then emulate and create
as memory stimulates;
Swim against poetry's tide
therein,an enigma hide,
perhaps,a step too far,with
Tennyson,crossing the bar;
I dream on Will's sonnet verse,
figuratively,sweet and terse,
lazing life away,with songs
compared to a summer's day.
To conjure an opening line
ever,remembered,as mine.
I recite and read aloud,
wander, lonely as a cloud,
then emulate and create
as memory stimulates;
Swim against poetry's tide
therein,an enigma hide,
perhaps,a step too far,with
Tennyson,crossing the bar;
I dream on Will's sonnet verse,
figuratively,sweet and terse,
lazing life away,with songs
compared to a summer's day.
To conjure an opening line
ever,remembered,as mine.
A WORDS WORTH
I recite and read aloud,
wander, lonely as a cloud,
then emulate and create
as memory stimulates;
Swim against poetry's tide
therein,an enigma hide,
perhaps,a step too far,with
Tennyson,crossing the bar;
I dream on Will's sonnet verse,
figuratively,sweet and terse,
lazing life away,with songs
compared to a summer's day.
To conjure an opening line
ever,remembered,as mine.
I recite and read aloud,
wander, lonely as a cloud,
then emulate and create
as memory stimulates;
Swim against poetry's tide
therein,an enigma hide,
perhaps,a step too far,with
Tennyson,crossing the bar;
I dream on Will's sonnet verse,
figuratively,sweet and terse,
lazing life away,with songs
compared to a summer's day.
To conjure an opening line
ever,remembered,as mine.
| Year Posted 2010
How old you turn isn’t the age you are, but the age you are is how old you turn
Lessons only 9,131 days under the Sun could burn
The only degree is learned or unlearned
No first, second, or third
Today is my day whether or not it’s conferred
When it’s over I’ll still attack the world bravely
That doesn’t mean that failures are unchained to me
I thank God for letting me live both figuratively and literally
I wish we all could dream
I wish we all could win
I wish we all could sing
Maybe life would be much easier
Or worse, boring
If only I were a soldier
Fighting for love and the flag
And you were my country
My Essence and Pride...
Only will you let me pour out my heart to you
Figuratively speaking
We mostly say what we really mean
As your eyes reveal your heart
So does this poem
Undresses my heart before you
They front for public perception
Campaign like it's an election
Make people sick figuratively, like an infection
Just for attention
Monetize in ah dimension
Where money's good suspension
Evil gets the most attention & good needs ah petition
Dealing with the agenda & nobody listen
People full of **** but everyone pissing
Constipated not obligated
To no-one but themselves
Crab in the barrel pulling down everyone but yourself
T.B.T
This life for the most since these eyes can remember
Her light of day has seemed no less, a tortures chamber
Psychologically, mauled in maimed ? Everyday awakening
Unto their very same chains his scenes, round about; within
What always was; is ? A #ucked up world filled, with #ucked up
Things and no wonder, figuratively speaking that, Heaven's Messiah....
Did so tell Lucifer that he could shove this place tightly, up his literals ass.
Form:
Literally placed bush flowers in his hair,
He figuratively placed flowers in my hair.
Methodical giggles all around;
Whilst shaking prized petals down.
Downwards spiralling to the ground
Now sediments of floral mound
The clock it ceased forevermore
When love was such and sin was spore.
Braving and craving hence with wreath
All those flowers from beneath
Literally placed a wreath on his head
For such a king I breathed to bed.
The black colour
Though a shadow of fear
An eclipse of the sun or the moon
A darkness of unknown and waiting danger
A mourning atmosphere
As bad luck as the crow
Figuratively they are and of no choice
But dresses in black may look tidy and fresh
Classy and elegant
Documents in black and white
May be a credential to dignity
And a contribution to its innocence and pride
And thus it goes
To every cloud there is a silver lining
This life for the most since these eyes can remember
Her light of day has seemed no less, a tortures chamber
Psychologically, mauled in maimed ? Everyday awakening
Unto their very same chains his scenes, round about; within
What always was; is ? A #ucked up world filled, with #ucked up
Things and no wonder, figuratively speaking that, Heaven's Messiah....
Did so tell Lucifer that he could shove this place tightly, up his literal's ass.
Form:
I recite and read aloud,
wander, lonely as a cloud,
then emulate and create
as memory stimulates;
Swim against poetry's tide
therein,an enigma hide,
perhaps,a step too far,with
Tennyson,crossing the bar;
I dream on Will's sonnet verse,
figuratively,sweet and terse,
lazing life away,with songs
compared to a summer's day.
To conjure an opening line
ever,remembered,as mine.
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2010
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