Metaphor Simile Poems | Examples
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CELESTIALLY GRACED LOVE
The day has its sun,
And the night, its moon;
I’m blessed to have you,
Each day and its night:-
For your love is as
The cosmic beauty,
Reflecting the shiny glow
Of God’s divine light:-
As you are the ever glowing
Sun and moon of my heart,
May I likewise be of your heart:-
And may God forever grace us
In this onederful onement of
The oneness of our love:-
My heart is like apple crumble:
Fragile, warm even when I fumble.
A Green Light Contemplation
Just be like green grass,
Regrowing and regrowing:
Overcoming all:-
Go and be as sage green trees:
Rebirthing justice's green leaves:-
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:-
Contest: Rolling With The Rs
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Date Written: 3rd August, 2025
Placement: Fourth
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Heartbeat,
loud in my chest,
sings with sweet melody,
like the cadence of a streamlet,
when its silver ribbons drape the mountains,
with a smile that delights the sands,
as it cascades the slopes
and thunders—like
heartbeat.
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 DIVINE GUIDANCE AND VICTORY
Let’s be as Noah,
Arking liberation waves
To shores of justice:
Let’s be in self-forgiveness;
Divine wisdom guiding us:-
It's not a Stockholm:-
Rather, it’s America’s
Oppressor Syndrome!
Such unique shared infection:
Victims equally psychosed:-
Self-liberation,
Begins with divine wisdom;
Ask, and it’s given:
When we make human mistakes,
She will guide their corrections:-
Always be aware,
Liberation can’t be bought;
It’s fought for and won:-
Let’s get to needed fighting:
Victory awaiting us:-
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:-
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
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…
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 gentle breeze—
a radiance that brightens all days.
Gentle as sleep, yet fierce as a lion,
depending on how you perceive my calm.
But I am a true gentleman—
like weather: mostly mild, sometimes stormy,
yet with a heart of gold,
veins of its worth hidden underground,
bringing forth joy like sunlight when unearthed.
The glory of my gentleness spreads wide—like wildfire,
yet remains near enough to be felt and tasted.
After all, the proof of the pudding is in the eating.
Sharp as a whip, with a lightning-quick mind—
bright as day, as sly as a fox,
a tower of knowledge
filled to the brim with real wisdom.
Every day, fire burns inside me near my heart of gold,
bringing forth brilliant ideas...
like a burning torch
illuminating every dark corner of ignorance.
Just be my friend and experience the wisdom I represent.
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:-
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:-