Symbolism Poems | Examples of Symbolism Poetry

I look into a mirror, Do I like what I see? Staring at my conscience, Reflecting back at me. Inside of this mirror, there’s always more. So don’t just look, at what’s lying on the shore. ...Read the rest...

The queen has all the power while foot soldiers goad the king though he maybe important the church ahead of hymn as too crusading bishops diagonally move to sing the knights gallant in battle before a fall within the castle's rabble- rousers encircled...Read the rest...

Thrust within, I could not focus. Lights sizzled, blistering and slashing the jagged sky with vile lightening. Your visage materialized from nowhere, beckoning, guiding my path with sure wake safely to the shore. You became my anchored buoy. Just for you I inhale. My heart will always seek berth in your...Read the rest...

Is there any point to please thine eye if not reciprocated with a resonance more ...Read the rest...

if the sea ran dry every soul would know it die; then be noticed...Read the rest...

Skulls and roses, skulls and crossbones, most of people who died alone. Skulls in corpses, skulls in the living, ‘til they decompose, protection is what they’re giving. Protect the mind, that tissue so soft, but...Read the rest...

Disconnected In a world woven with wires, I stand still, a stranger in the hum of voices, the glow of screens reflecting a pale loneliness against my skin. Friendships flicker like dying flames, texts sent into the void, echoes of laughter lost in the...Read the rest...

Some time ago, when we were free to do;        ten I was, or twelve? I walked along a misty lane to school the etched patterns of ferns and trees   on my window when I awoke   ...Read the rest...

am i going crazy? those words will consistently ring out in my head like a bomb that has just struck land sometimes it feels like you're walking on eggshells forever i am labelled as i am unbalanced unstable my head is...Read the rest...

I The bell the Town Courier want to toll To salute the day of reckoning in Getham City Is now on the neck of the scary-witty cat her paws like dragon Saints, Publicans looking on at each other nose Of...Read the rest...

I The bell the Town Courier want to toll To salute the day of reckoning in Getham City Is now on the neck of the scary-witty cat her paws like dragon Saints, Publicans looking on at each other nose Of...Read the rest...

A little bit flashy A little bit dainty, Who cares about consistency If effect turns stimulatory. Intellectuals surrendering To timely electrifying pleasure, Intoxicated memory Forgets everything they assure. What about all those years- The men behind you struggled to reform What about all those...Read the rest...

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 darkness unfolds Oh, wealth! Where is thy dominion? Poverty's cold grasp awaits,...Read the rest...

What if..? The snake had not deceived the first human to eat that apple. Like animals—naked, primitive, homeless, wanderers— We would still have been only the salts of the earth in Eden. Eating all fruits except those of knowledge...Read the rest...

The Trail of Tears was in men’s thoughts before 1492. Almost four-hundred years cleared the Cherokee-Selma path. Blood dries up like rain. Stains fade from red to black. Rainbows are present only in discarded kaleidoscopes. Czars scattered the seed of...Read the rest...