Metaphor Sijo Poems

He sleeps like a koala from seven to eleven.
While I'm here simply left waiting and wondering just when
Is the specific time that I can even...

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May the child of the woman whom is named yellow flower
Always brighten your life when you are in your darkest hour,
As well as shine like...

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VIEWPOINT

Some poets see life in concepts, metaphor and feelings
Others in cold facts and a sharp monochrome reality
Yet there is a welcome for both in communications
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Make sure to ignite the lantern candle and light it well,
For you will need this same lantern as you pave your way through hell.
Use your...

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I no longer have any need nor want, my love cannot be bought.
I found the mesmerizing god of love my soul had once long sought.
I...

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For some, orchestral violins are known by such a name
     Emotions stirred that tug the heart are often their reward 
For...

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Stone's tone has a husky timbre... that pulsates in the darkness.
They reveal the origins of the earth... wildlife... and mankind...
Stones can't lie... which provides for...

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Tryst edged ... Aurora whisper serendipitous saffrons,
e'er forging balms beamish strands to aerate crown's expanse, whilst bestrewn
lissome mists waltzes amongst errant gasp caught in rapture.

An...

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my arms outstretched, I embrace the heavens like a
       long-lost child ...

let this ocean of suns swallow me, its...

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While gold-laced suburban skies shine, it is wasted on the child.
As he pouts behind a picket fence, vanilla ice cream melts.
Watching the manicured lawns grow,...

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A prayer, audible or mute, no matter when or why
The right fork in the path to reach God. Grateful? Give thanks in prayer
  ...

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The highway of life is full of speed bumps and unseen peril
Heed the rules of the road; ease off the gas pedal when traveling
On a...

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A balloon that has floated up and away; out of sight
Out of mind. A popped balloon dropping to earth like a wet rag
In ruins; punctured...

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When Again We Meet

Softly he says, "Should I die do not wait for me." She smiles,
"Just as the moon exhales no light without first a...

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life has left this sterile white garden

bent as a willow, I keen above blossomless beds

grieving those roses that once grew here


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