Short Simile Poems
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SENRYU 20180814
quiet soul mate, bird
cares for nest, old sacrifice
near death - June - God's work
ocean waves rush in
like rambunctious preschoolers
at morning recess
eager to entertain you
in goofy games of pretend
Stein's rose line
Warhol's can
a symbol without
simile
the artist
once known as
Prince
my Muse is my Muse is my Muse
Form:
Teri Yaaden Mirch Ki Tarah Teekhi Hain
Jab Bhi Aati Aankhen Nam Kar Jaati Hain
Roz Main Tumko Cheeni Kha Ke Sochta Hun.
Though time, like us, is separated
Into many hours and minutes,
Even our arms, like clock hands,
Will someday meet again.
We suggest a v-gina's for sex
And hope the owner expects
To take a licking
And keep on ticking
Over and over like a Timex
A woman twirling
Like a dervish
Hula hoops rotating
Around her chest and waist
Date written and posted: 04/12/2016
written on his face
woes he carries like Atlas ~
a beast of burden
Date written: 01/23/2021
Judging a person without even knowing his true name is like judging a book without even knowing its title.
January 19, 2023
Jen the human race is in a rush!
Still...
You remain serene
Like the heavenly masterpiece
Painted by God's glorious Brush.
Chilvary met it's demise
Once the words "I Do" was declared
And his diamond cuff was secured
On her left third finger with care
When we
extend an act
of kindness to someone
it leaves a smile within our hearts
with bliss
Edward J Ebbs - 10/13/2023
White snow, furiously freely falling, carpeting the hued ground;
A freezing allegory of racism and xenophobia that’s still around:-
bold strokes
wielding his brush
like a master
AP: Honorable Mention 2020, Honorable Mention 2021
Posted on July 10, 2019
Sunlight is the way Sun smiles
All day times till falling of the dusk
Working hard to make more smiles
Until falling of the dawn
Hived souls in oneness,
Sweetly working together:
We should live as bees:-
In divine labors of love,
Let us collectively live:-
The material world
is immaterial
The world of consciousness
is conscious
That the physical world
Is part and parcel of
Consciousness
miasmic,
alighting the foul bourgeois powers that be
bounce like carrion crows
on the prone corpse
of the bled world.
She is like the wind.
She is like the rain.
She is like the process,
that begins over again
and ends in vain.
One at a time
He climbs the steps
breath uneven, labored
Though crossing crowded streets
he's agile as a jaybird
A yellowish orange color
It's like gold
That sparkles in the rain.
Surging forward
like ocean swells,
the frog happily hopped
gingerly along its way.
Like stoppable shores,
deep and deeper holes awaited him.
the ballroom dancers
pirouette like tornado
divinely waltzing
Date written and posted: 07/19/2018
her smile could melt
ice cream on top of
mt. Everest.
she didn't think she
was that cute.
but her name must've
been Just Pretty...
A relic or the missing link?
You're like “Plato” they say—Do they think
I'm that colossal
Or a sentient fossil—
A “Play Dough” primordial stink?