Metaphor Simile Poems | Examples
These Metaphor Simile poems are examples of Simile poems about Metaphor. These are the best examples of Simile Metaphor poems written by international poets.
Amidst the rocks on the edge of the land
Casting its light, a faithful friend stands.
Low in the shadows of the crests and troughs
Lies hidden danger when seas are rough.
But this lighthouse spreads it's loyal beam
To alert captains to what can't be seen...
A metaphor for a friend like you
Who generously lights up those around her too
Who shares her light of joy and love;
The darkest shadows you rise above.
Thank you for reaching out your hand
Like the faithful guardian sheds its light from the land.
Soon to be replaced by AI
Some poets curse
Others yearn for
the 'good old days'
of wracking our brains
for just the right metaphor
or the perfect simile
So. I plead guilty to writing facsimiles
~ ‘cos NONE of the above applies to me
Without metaphor or simile
symbolism, imagery
poetry it cannot be
Bone-dry language
prosaic thought
as poetry ‘tis all for naught
Dare you disagree with me?
~ poetry it cannot be
EUTERPE
I am in the warm breath of summer’s airs
And the threatening roar of winter’s storms.
I am of the rising sun and waning moon,
In the harmony of the distant stars,
And the restless rhythm of rolling seas.
I am lost memories in caverns deep,
Where Mnemosyne* in timeless darkness sleeps,
Where magicians old, their secrets keep.
I am in the orchestra of the rain,
The symphony of the showers.
I am metaphor, I am simile,
I am rhythm, I am poetry.
Barry Stebbings
July 2026
Euterpe – Greek muse of lyric verse and music
Daughter of Mnemosyne, goddess of memory.
Fruit like green oranges,
Small leaf-shedding thorny tree,
And sticky wood pulp.
No one eats Osage.
No one tastes these hedge apples.
The thorns make barbed wire.
A metaphor is a simile,
and a simile is like a metaphor,
but what I can't see easily,
is why we must know the difference for.
In this poem, there lies a fox -
but he's only just two shoes and socks.
Will you be the one
to find a simile to stun,
or will you open up the door
and find a metaphor?
WHAT GOES UP MUST COME DOWN
When racism climbs,
let’s be as gravity:
Bigotry’s demise:-
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:-
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:-