Short Simile Poems
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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:
Though time, like us, is separated
Into many hours and minutes,
Even our arms, like clock hands,
Will someday meet again.
A woman twirling
Like a dervish
Hula hoops rotating
Around her chest and waist
Date written and posted: 04/12/2016
Judging a person without even knowing his true name is like judging a book without even knowing its title.
January 19, 2023
written on his face
woes he carries like Atlas ~
a beast of burden
Date written: 01/23/2021
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
A metaphor is a simile,
and a simile is like a metaphor,
but what I can't see easily,
is why we must know the difference for.
White snow, furiously freely falling, carpeting the hued ground;
A freezing allegory of racism and xenophobia that’s still around:-
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.
Sentiment
is universal
Languages
proclaim
In many tongues
and voices
What lives within
— the same
(Dreamsleep: October, 2025)
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.
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?
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...
the ballroom dancers
pirouette like tornado
divinely waltzing
Date written and posted: 07/19/2018
Simile
my love is like
old men strumming
fingers on table
to ancient tunes
at VFW Friday nights;
between tales of old wars
in forgotten places.
Form:
poetry is a...
fine ally
though any -
poet-tree is as any busy...
fin alley
to some -
poe at tree that's a...
final lee
stans sand
To believe it or not,
In my lifetime
Marches on
Or off with your head,
To toe nail,
The coffin close,
The open door,
Way to,
Believe it or not…
Even after a day of fun
Sunday night can be a drag
I’d like to see its tail wag
all bubbly, perky, eager
like a woodland beaver
Getting to say it
In this real life
Even if we said it
To each other
Without saying it
To each other
While saying it
To each other.
Aby M.