Symbolism Poems | Examples of Symbolism Poetry

Blinding rays of moonlight pierce through windblown curtains, whilst droplets of sweat bead on a heavy forehead. Sleep becomes more elusive with every tick of the clock, as insomniac nights and broken days gnaw into a fever-worn Alice. A herbal tea sits untouched on her bedside table—she’s too feeble to muster the strength to drink...

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I wake to the desert, talking to the wind; its voice is dry and muffled. Sand cuts my skin as I walk; nowhere feels like a place I belong to. The seeming figs glow like a distant fire. My feet are melting with every step I take. I lose my balance when I stride; I am surprised as the light darkens me. Flames...

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Once upon a woeful early December night nigh, Who am I, in this fateful time of scry’s reprise? Over many a quaint reminisce of my ghostly past, Suddenly, feel eyes piercing again, with no end. I looked around, to no avail; my time has end. I turned and saw darkness cast. As I went out in the dreary night, I...

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In this abyss, where senses fade, A labyrinth of fears, eyes stick to spade A choice self-made, a soul betrayed, In pale moonlight, a tearful price is paid Man without a shrine, longing for time, A barren altar, with no falter, heart in chains, Death’s embrace, leaves no trace, Echoes remain, whispering in pain. Silence. No more pain. In bleakest dreams, her face indiscernibly...

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Truth be told, or is it so, Is strength bronze or tin? Forever mystery lies so, In this transcended kin. Beneath the rust, a fragile heart, Iron weeps, its strength apart. A veil of secrets, shadows loom, Where truth’s enigma finds its tomb. In fragile echoes, whispers call, Uncertainty befalls, thoughts of chanciness. As ready minds begin to fall, A second thought of unsureness. Though some say...

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Echoes of the holy grace, for this place, Endless woe of devolution, Forever entice, your grace, The moon is your solution. Confined in this space, of endless grace, Under the moonlight, it is illusion, Illusion of woe, forever retrace, It is all persuasion, or is it union? Shadows creep, where darkness breeds, A symphony of sorrows, never-ending, Lost souls wander, planting crushed seeds, A tale,...

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In this summer month of her what would have been her 21st birthday, I see bed of withering red orange tiger lilies and say, "Your death reddened you, yellow flower, into an orange, then red."...

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For Those Who Hold the Field… the Keepers of Resonance To be used at spoken dedications, at gatherings, at endings, or where remembering is needed most. The Salt of the Earth, the Silent They walk without thunder They pass without name They mend what was broken Before there is blame. They carry the sorrows Too quiet to scream And bury lost hopes With the roots...

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Alone the demon sleeps– Alone the demon weeps. Last night mother died– Last night father cried. Yet here I sit by the windowsill, Watching the doves fly by. ...

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From the top of my head to the bottom of my feet. I am flesh, made of bones and skin that can easily tare. That unhinged love is the most unconditional, I grow and deforme when all I do is obey. From the womb of my mother- I was born a blessing. While others see...

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Let every whispered wish take flight, Each prayer cast upward through the night, Let none be lost, let none decay — But turn their path another way. Let not the stars alone receive, Nor winds forget what hearts believe, For every tear and silent plea Now folds its wings — and comes to me. Let cries for peace, for love, for bread, Not vanish...

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By Michael Parker October nineteenth. two-hundred-ninety-third day of the year. It’s Mercurii, and the waning Hunter moon sits by Orion’s stretched thigh. Hydra lifts her head out of its eastern hole (there, next to Orion’s foot), wanting to devour the cadmium-hued moon. What explains our struggles’ centrality? At night, we sit by the window waiting for our suffering...

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if I could describe your soul it would be clear mirror shattering forevermore where pieces are jigsaw puzzles not fitting, falling under oak table stuck on persian carpet existing upside down on another planet soul shadows broken spiderwebs hanging on ceilings not existing another calls himself father holding elbow skin blowing in a wind...

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Last year's leaves long blown; Soon new leaves will fade and fall. Years fade...fall as leaves. -------------------------------------- A proposal made On Shiroyone's terraces; Rice is patient too. ------------------------------------- I awoke too late, You left before the dew came; The stars went with you. ...

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Saracen princess, Blackened corridors bathed in honey hold you in high esteem as you dance in flickers, eyes raising the death toll every time you envision your body against your next casualty. It pleases me greatly. Could you cross into that other world with me? Our souls have traversed the morning sky, searching for the...

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