Short Metaphoric Poems
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Oh poetry is easy?
Tried now you’ve got anxiety;
Credit us as artists;
With metaphoric plot twists
we can transform reality.
Amid the where’s and when’s and whys
The can’ts and won’ts and whiney sighs
Sit they with pencils as they paint
In words of metaphoric blue
In vain attempt to tightly grasp
The moment as it flashes past
M-etaphoric
E-lement's
L-ines
I-mplement
S-ublimity
S-o
A-crostic
R-egards
A-bate
M-emories
O-f
S-orrow
Topic: Birthday of Melissa B. Ramos (January 17)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
In this life,
of inevitable recompense,
of inescapable accountability,
for collective responsibility,
indifference to injustice
is not an option;
an epitasis, it is,
in this metaphoric
epic drama of life
Once Pat was approached at the corner street
By Johnny, with his offer, indiscreet.
She pulled out her poet's wit
With sharp metaphoric grit,
And blew his macho off into dead meat.
March 30, 2023
"dented cans"
bad plans
"dented cans"
beware spams
"dented cans"
could be sans
"dented cans"
metaphoric sham's
~~~~~~~~~~~~
DENTED CANS - Poetry Contest, sponsored by John Lawless
12-24-17
depth is a profound
abyss that can be
firmly filled with
bottomless
notions of
metaphoric
intensity leading
to the darkness of
wisdom.
One Sentence Metaphor in Free Verse
July 27, 2019
You have this look about you
That melts me in my core
It makes me weak about the knees
And brings me to the floor
Of course this is metaphoric
But I had to let you know
You have this look about you
That makes my blood just flow
Acid Metaphoric was overused
Professor Doctor Hubbub was confused
"It might have been stolen
Or it might have swollen"
With tabby cats Professor Hubbub schmoozed
(C) rajat kanti chakrabarty
2014, 3rd December
This paradox of flesh and spirit...
One being bright as the other dark
Withering it's flower aneath celestials sun
Ageless her renewing in timeless waters
Metaphoric streams a cocoon she waits..
Restless, these dreams to escape; to fly away.
~
I found you in a poem...
waiting between the verses
as metaphoric visions
pulled me in atop the ripples,
placing me before every autumn breath
as I read with my eyes closed
dreaming of all that I might find
~
This paradox of flesh and spirit...
One being bright as the other dark
Withering it's flower aneath celestial's sun
Ageless, her renewing amid timeless waters
Metaphoric streams a cocoon, she waits ?
Restless these dreams to escape yes, to fly away.
Form:
MEMORY PAGEANT-:-
kaleidoscopic
montage
ephemeral
chromatic
fresco
of COGNITIVE FECUNDITY
mystique
panorama
metaphoric
derelict
mindscape
in ILLUSIVE TWILIGHT SWATHE
evanescent
euphoric
abstraction
reflective
extravaganza
counting means
...relativity...
as-
integers to
...decimals...
or-
just meme
...thoughts...
that-
mirror some
...me-me...
of-
a relative metaphoric
...observation...
theme-
comparing standards
...labelled...
individually as
...the-me...
stans sand
(Based on the painting “The Treachery of Images” by René Magritte)
If you label symbols traitors
Since they’re only indicators
Rather than the actual things they signify,
Then you’re logically unable
To affirm your very label
Is a truth and not a metaphoric lie.
what is why as the metaphoric world
spins fibers once organic now plasmatic
damsels in drag, boots in high-heels
dancers swimming in tap-tap-tap
bras in search of breasts of real
nipples slip into a safety net
you sip away at your ghost
i toast with two pills and jello
visit your neighbors
often you’ll wear out welcome
telling lies unwise
~
metaphoric yet
as so harmful as hitting
them with an ax,---chop
~
chop, chop, chop, chop, chop
wounding them spoken mouth as
swords kills with arrow
12/18/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2024©
Birth of A Poem
What can be done with these pedestrian morsels?
I have tasted unformed clay before.
Phrases plead to be thrown into
the redeeming realm of manifestation.
Pushing to be metaphoric,
they will arise and come to me.
From some unplumbed soliloquy.
Kathryn Collins
February 25, 2014
On that day or night
I will lay myself down
somewhere between
the folding of the light.
Gone will be all thoughts
of metaphoric butterfly or phoenix,
nor any luminous tunnel.
I will not be better or worse
than I am now.
Just this,
mind will commence
to paint itself
with a far finer brush.
Balancing your pocketbook,
Umbrella and a bag
While the wet relentless rain
Accosts you is a drag.
Whipping wind is adding fuel
To metaphoric fire.
Wish that where you’re going
There would be a waiting dryer.
Nothing you can do when days
Are windy, wild and wet
Except to know that once you’re soaked,
No wetter can you get!
Ironic, how these wheels of time come round about....
Metaphoric make-shift boats sailing back across her Atlantic
Refugees fleeing their ancient ruins ? Turgid waters crashing skies
Blame it on the revolution but the truth is, they were never more than
A footnote stuffed within some dusty book case kept, amid some dusty room.
Form:
It was coming up, the politics
like dirty sex
in tall Parthenium grass.
The panther was hiding on a steppingstone
watching the hot, field hockey
played with skulls of peers.
Mauled, the peach skin was
entertaining sunlight in
the metaphoric village.
Prisoners of false ceilings,
we sing the anthem with
the crowd of wolves.
Satish Verma
Form:
Under The moonlight
Wisdom will speak through its leafs
An owl tend to feed
this is all about symbolism , a metaphoric usage of the subjects .
the owl stands for wisdom , mistery and intelligence .
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I am own portal metaphoric lens
walking parable of parables trend
laden chaos and peaceful blue bubbling
laced ecstasy-agony redoubling
tessellated with light-shadow angles
body-mind-soul mirroring time-space prisms
life's stages, stanzaic modalities
matrixed in three dimensional marrows
merkabic, scope's aspiring bolero
translucent metaphoric sombrero
I am offended
by your metaphors,
they're vindictive
the way they dangle themselves
above my heartstrings,
periodically plucking
when one gets tangled in the wind
they just hang there
like an untame pennon
waiting to flap
for blatant recognition
my, how you crave those squalls
with such ravenous gluttony,
gnawing at the pellucid air
as though it were chewable