Life Simile Poems | Examples
These Life Simile poems are examples of Simile poems about Life. These are the best examples of Simile Life poems written by international poets.
As the maestro meticulously draws sound from the strings,
Feelings and sensations the music brings.
A skilled violinist performing with skill,
Can lull your heart and make it still.
The maestro has a story to tell,
And with his violin he tells it well.
Quickly rising with a higher pitch,
Then fallings again as in a ditch.
Bow across strings faster and faster,
A building crescendo by the master.
Then the soothing of a softer sound,
A sense of release the artist has found.
It’s much like life with its ups and downs,
A revealing balance of smiles and frowns.
IN THE WAKE OF POLITICAL RENDERINGS
In today’s diabolical
Political renderings,
Let’s not be like
Naked sage trees:
Leaves and fruits rotting
In unjust, bigoted political dirt:-
Rather, today let’s spring into life
And be like un-cocooned butterflies,
Soaring free and prepared as ought to be:
Pollinating flowering life with justice and equality:-
And like hived bees, let’s be about the honey flowing
Of long time awaited retribution, liberty, and equanimity:-
WITH HOPE AND FAITH IN THE PROMISE
Like roaring rivers flowing under bordering bridges,
Cascading over, under, and around blocking stones,
So must we be as we continue to struggle
Along the freedom road to promise equanimity:-
As we encounter injustice’s walls of opposition,
Let us approach them as remnants of Jericho:
Their fate and destiny, victims of fortitude and integrity,
Of a people with eyes on the prize, plowing on to victory:-
As the millennial sojourn to true freedom continues,
Let’s not be dismayed by the new tactics of injustice,
Modern day political deceit is heaping upon us:
He of warriors, whose faith moved mountains:-
As we continue to plow rows of hope and fate in our sojourn,
Watering seedlings of liberation blooming in this day of struggle,
Let’s be mindful that we are children of the God of the oppressed:
Children promised to come and rule the world with His justice:-
JOURNEYING WITH WISDOM
Like the sun and its being,
Wisdom knows no dimness;
Her light is eternal, and where she is,
There can never be ignorance of darkness:-
For like the sun, she shines forever bright
In the inner sanctum of the ego of mind:
Inevitable truths, flowing like an enlightening river
From the valley of the womb of God’s infallibility,
Forever birthing the living word of the tree of life;
With the divineness of guidance always available
To those seeking her cosmic counseling:-
And may the source of wisdom’s floating river
Forever stream the depths of the valley of my spirit,
Spewing service to all, in dedicated labors of love:
My wages, her flowing baptizing waters:-
IN THE EVERGREEN OF HOPE
In the forest of despair,
The evergreen of hope,
Firmly rooted,
Stands in the mist
Of the saws
Of injustice:
Her tired body
Having withstood
The fires of debilitation
And devastating mudslides
Of eroding equity and justice:-
Like her ancestors,
Seek, knock, and ask,
The evergreen of hope
Cannot, and will not,
Be rotted away
By political fungi
Of deceit,
Nor racist bacteria
Of eroding unjust laws:-
Though in its shaded rest,
Hopelessness
May linger for a while,
The evergreen of hope,
Continues to raise her eyes
To the nourishing sunshine
Of reality,
As she sows
Her fertile seeds
In waiting bowed heads,
Impregnating
Their mental soils
With divine
Liberating wisdom
And its supreme guidance:-
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:-
collaterally speaking...
war is like plowing...
don't like peace...hell!...bomb-plow it:
life...collateral...
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 The Earth”)
In the neap tides of sorrows,
Mourners wade the airy blood
Of the children of Pilate’s hands:-
In the stale winds of time, “woe is me”
Cries the forsaken land–lamenting scriptures—
Echoing Freneau: “They saw their country’s woe:-”
Stacked like molded bread slices,
Decaying bodies release spores
Of death to weary eyed mourners:-
Like an aching bosom’s colloidal tears,
Life sags on, and Sisyphus-like children
Sit under the warrior ghost of lingering hope:
(Indeed, “At this wake…none keep vigil…None:-”)*
*A line from the poem, RECESSION, by Wole Soyinke
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:-
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 say even just 60, and pick out 4 or 5
that represent those highschool years ~ look at all the marbles left :
THAT's your life, the few in your hand are just some kind of twisted test…
courage and patience
bridging to the other side
freedom lies ahead
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on May 18, 2025 to contest 'YOUR CHOICE i' sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 10TH
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 embrace my fate.
I watch.
It's strange.
I feel a peculiar force
tugging at the corners
of my mouth.
The opposite of gravity.
A sensation that pulls
upward.
I had forgotten the feeling.
I laugh inside,
but for a different reason
than my body is currently
reacting to.
It seems even the most
sleep-deprived,
fear stricken
low in life
sickos
can't keep themselves
from smiling at
the infamous
Don Knotts
Rivers always flow…
Let life be like a river…
Wet in flowing grace…
Urgent is the will,
The self is as still as the night;
Apathy controlling;
Urgency calling,
The will remains imprisoned;
And apathy, keyless;
Urgency calling,
Apathy, shedding useless tears;
Fear controlling action:-
Genesis begins all,
Revelation ends it all;
Life dwells in between:-
Apathy is like a cold stone
Nestling in the mud;
Decision, like a swing in the wind;
Action roars like a lion,
And races like a waterfall
Roaring to its destiny;
Cold stones are no match
For angry sledgehammering chaos,
And in sunlight, mud dries and crusts over:-
Life should be woven
In a web of love, netting all
In a beehive of togetherness;
Indeed, there is no apathy
In the lives of hiving bees;
They live in onederful oneness:-
Let us strive to live life
In conscientious, concentric,
Cosmic onement;
Let us strive to live life,
Void of all senses of neglected apathy;
Let’s choose to be as bees, not as the mud:-
What's the big deal
Why do we always have to be serious
Or well adjusted and stuff like that
That's no freaking fun
Why can't we run amok through the streets naked
Tossing flowers to bystanders
Bizarre as that may seem
Life is to be lived to the fullest and enjoyed
The kookier the outlook, the better
If you delve deep enough
You can find humour in almost every situation
However, you must be predisposed to it
To recognize it
In other words, you must be a bit twisted
My motto... “Why be serious!”
Ain't nothing wrong with being twisted
Be not like lost leaves,
blowing around in dry dirt;
be as frothing waves…:-