Metaphor Simile Poems

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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I am Buddha...

         w a l l o w i n g 
in the refreshing stillness,
A lone...

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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...

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     Poetry time
     Every line chimes
       Stop on a dime
 ...

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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...

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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,...

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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...

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Inside my head,  
voices fight for dominance,  
obstreperous thoughts clashing,  
each demanding attention,  
a symphony of dissonance,  
a cacophony of...

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          A big smiling sun
   ...

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Hived souls in oneness,
 Sweetly working together:
 We should live as bees:-
 In divine labors of love,
 Let us collectively live:-...

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IN LIFE’S BALL GAME

Don’t be a football,
Thrown and kicked down the field
Like rocks of nature:-
Rather, be a bouncing ball…
Sowing and reaping life’s goal:-
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His love incarcerates her heart

Like a prisoner captive in shackles

Inescapable

All consuming,

Overwhelming

Like a magnet to its metal.
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Love came to me like a warm fire 
Hugging me in a cold wintry night
As a burning bush you engulfed me
In your flames of desire...

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You may consider it extremely odd
I’m so easily influenced by a cephalopod
Eight arms, three hearts, blue blood, nine brains
All unique, yet something else remains
The most...

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red box in the window,
inside a black widow
playing this fiddle tune,
heartbreak to be consumed.

she is not some honey,
she is not for money,
she’s just kinda hungry,
for...

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