Simile Poems | Examples of Simile Poetry

OF LIFE AND ROSES Life is like roses, our petals and thorns tested daily in our lives:- Keep bloosoming and blooming : enduring life’s naturing:- ...

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CELESTIALLY GRACED LOVE The day has its sun, And the night, its moon:- I am blessed to have you, Each bright day and night:- Your presence is as the cosmic beauty of God: Reflecting the shiny, glorious glow of His light:- As you are my ever glowing sun of my day, May I ever be your glowing moon of your night:-...

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Wood polished so bright to mimic gold, Its yellow coat glitters in the sun, May even fetch a high price when sold, And still be cherished in the long run. Like a flawless gold that flaunts great wealth, Its glamour, a pride to regal thrones, Where most kings recline in pride and health, Yet it's mere wood disguised as gemstones. Great craftsmanship like...

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I wore my youth like shoes too loose to feel, Each step unsure, yet never dared to run. My heart was clenched, a rusting, idle wheel, While days dissolved beneath the quiet sun. I was the empty desk in every room, A chair unclaimed in stories being told. A lantern hung but never lit the gloom, Too scared to burn, too comfortable...

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collaterally speaking... war is like plowing... don't like peace...hell!...bomb-plow it: life...collateral......

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(For Nette Onclaud's "Visions of a Vignette 2" contest) (dated 23.06.2025) I climb spiraling steps with gold railing, huge stairs reaching heaven, (like angels in Jacob's dream) bound upward... ...

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OF TURTLES OF GOD Safe and protected, they enjoy all of nature: she loves her turtles:- Shelled within self, we are not as turtles: human shells are weak:- Though we have weak shells, we are still well protected: God covering us:- ...

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THE WAKE WITHOUT VIGIL Time longer than rope Chokes hearts dangling In the reality of struggle:- Grieving mothers and widows Veil their grief in sagging bosoms As they wail in excruciating silence:- Fragments of men, void of hope, View and count communal graves Swelling with dirt burying the dead:- (Buried are “The Wretched Of...

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When love is working, hate is busy challenging; faith, busy winning:- Where love is working, melting away all despair, hate is as ice in the sun:- In labors of love, injustice is defeated; and justice is won:- Let love’s heart lead you: the fuel-pump of your courage, justice’s compass:- Be a love worker, dismantling oppression, building liberty:- There’s crucifixion, and there is resurrection; be God’s laborer:- ...

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Blossoming onwards Know you’re worthy of success; God…navigating… Like flowers of spring, Your destiny is assured; God…cultivating… Plow onwards in faith, Rowing towards your greatness; God…fertilizing… ...

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As if sage raccoons, Let’s survive and overcome We’ve out-battled worse: Slavery, denied voting, And days of the hooded clan:- Let’s not be dismayed, Ancestors did more with less, Sojourning onward; Leaving us with more courage, And less to be overcome:- Time to get it on, Justice can’t be blind, Nor we, impotent; Let’s get to overcoming Today’s political strife:- Let’s get together, Irrespective of the hue; Time’s waiting on us:- Let us...

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You missed creative writing class today, but don't worry about it.  It's okay. Similes were on today's agenda, and I took notes which I will lend ya.  I'm happy to be of assistance. Let me give you a "for instance". The ocean is like the desert, friend, Like my poems, they have no end. Of course, the desert is a little hotter, and the ocean...

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I radiate my inner glow— like a well-polished precious jewel, pleasing to see, with graceful height. My handsomeness: a masterpiece of art, driven by keenness to shed excess fat, yet I still stand out like a star in the crowd. My eyes radiate warmth that melts ice— as deep and mysterious as a star-filled sky. My smile, a...

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Back in school, it seemed time was at a standstill. In hindsight, it seemed like a hell we needed to to go through and survive as best we could so as to earn our freedom. Back then, I wish someone had showed me a jar of marbles ~ one marble for every year of my life. Let's...

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Night is pending. Not even the most anxious can avoid time. Day after day I dread the the death of nothing that the night spawns. The TV becomes my best friend~ a window of light in the abyss. Old TV shows are brighter than the new. Tonight I choose The Andy Griffith Show. I put my earphones in, and turn the volume down (on the off chance sleep embraces me) and I...

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