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.
TO BEING TREES OF CHRISTMAS
It has been scripturally revealed to us,
That trees are known by their fruits:-
Let’s seek to be as trees of love,
Producing nourishing offspring
Of the onederful oneness
Of our God’s equity,
In the garden of life,
Nourishing the Godness
Of our human equanimity:-
In the onement of life’s being,
As we sojourn in its garden together,
Let us seek to be as Christmas trees:
Forever sprouting holy cones of God’s love:-
Like a seed deeply asleep in a pot of soil,
I lived life peaceful and still without toil.
As the seed grew, every day I poured water,
I too grew alongside it, in a frame of forever.
Like a teabag filled by hand of green leaves,
I look back on memories of all days, eves.
As the teabag floats upward in cup of water,
I realize I too will rise up soon without falter.
Like drops of water evaporating to the sky,
I see forward to times I am no longer shy.
As the drops return, I'll appreciate life more,
For I'm like water in every form, never a bore.
Like a lost soul, I was drowning for so long.
Now I see to whom it is I'm meant to belong.
As I save myself, breaking surface of a pond,
I realized I cannot abandon my sacred bond.
SEASONALLY READY: AHAIKU TRIO
Seasons of nature
Are as the nature of life;
Always challenging:-
Each season weathers,
Claiming its own uniqueness;
Just as do our lives:-
Live seasonally:
No matter which season comes,
Live triumphantly:-
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:-
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:-
collaterally speaking...
war is like plowing...
don't like peace...hell!...bomb-plow it:
life...collateral...
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
Rivers always flow…
Let life be like a river…
Wet in flowing grace…
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
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:-
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.
Be not like fall leaves,
Dehydrated and in dry dirt;
Be as frothing waves…