Simile Poems | Examples of Simile Poetry

Birds Of A Different Feather (Feather Pen...Ink. Tanka) She's like that hen, peacocking her bouncy tail; proudly strutting it: Both strutting the same purpose; but different roosters sought:- ...

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Be not like lost leaves, blowing around in dry dirt; be as frothing waves…:- ...

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Life is like a rose; it has its thorns, as well as, Sweet petaling days:- ...

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Today is as quiet As a crowded graveyard Empty of life:- Yet, the green of nature, Shines in springing glory:- As a brief breeze Warmly passes by, Silence retains its control And all remains calm:- Yes, life’s reality Has its blissful moments; Leaving wearying chaos asunder As God caresses Silent wandering souls:- ...

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Life mirrors the ocean's flow, skimming, turning, burning, and then churning below it thrusts and bursts forth impatiently, then spreads, searching and reaching for the unknown, befuddled, baffled, dazed by seeking, pursuing secret corners, returning to light our pathway before it dives to black recesses once again obscuring our dreams, pondering what it cannot resolve. ...

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I am Buddha... w a l l o w i n g in the refreshing stillness, A lone swan smoothly gliding in the stream of present time. Everything slows to a snail pace; With my mind ...

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Then truth must become a resting place For my soul When my thoughts scatter As ripples upon the sea Created by pebbles Tossed carelessly When my heart bruises As fragile as wings of a butterfly Ripped and torn as by a child Just passing by When my feet are tattered As painful as a soldier’s wounds Yet he still struggles to stand From dusk to noon When my head...

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Be not like fall leaves, Dehydrated and in dry dirt; Be as frothing waves… ...

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Ego is like a ripple in the river. It rises when the wind blows, yet settles in calm waters. ...

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Poetry time Every line chimes Stop on a dime A buck for a rhyme What’s a meta for Similes are, like, a bore ...

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The map etched deep, a cryptic, skin-worn chart, No oceans blue, but valleys of the heart. These lines of palm, a whispered, ancient script, Where fate and chance in subtle shadows slipped. A lifeline's curve, a river flowing slow, Or jagged breaks where sudden currents go. A head line's path, a mountain's rugged crest, Where thoughts ascend, or in deep canyons rest. The...

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A silent twin that stretches, shrinks, and sways, A darkened mimic through the sunlit days. No voice to speak, no hand to touch or hold, A phantom presence, stories yet untold. It dances with us in the morning's light, A lengthened figure reaching for its height. At midday's peak, a compact, somber blot, Then lengthens once more, as daylight's fires are shot. It...

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Wealth, a siren's charm, alluring and bright A pillow's softness, a thimble's gentle might It provides for earthly needs, a feast to behold Yet, in its depths, a darkness unfolds Oh, wealth! Where is thy dominion? Poverty's cold grasp awaits, a dismal throne A worm on a hook, luring the unsuspecting prey Into a realm of excess, where virtues fade away With dastardly...

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Inside my head, voices fight for dominance, obstreperous thoughts clashing, each demanding attention, a symphony of dissonance, a cacophony of self-doubt and dreams I cannot silence them— they scream louder than my own will. I try to block them out but they break through like waves,...

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A big smiling sun opens its mouth in splendor... the city is filled with passion, and begins a glorious...

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