Metaphor Symbolism Poems

God spoke to men in visions and dreams.
Their words are like unpolluted streams,
offering dying souls life-giving drink,
and giving hope to those on the brink.

These witnesses,...

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I see no sign of forced entry...
just copper suns and cornflower blue,
have you been here all this time?
I don't remember inviting you,
and now all my...

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It’s hard for me to differentiate between Truth and lies.. it was hard to come to terms with the facts 
But right now, the fact...

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"Walking in The Sky"



When you caught me up in your Blue Sky
I considered madness IS preferrable in some circumstances;


I walked towards you in the astral...

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What is the gift in your life
Is it your husband or wife
Is it your children, your lover, your pet
The notion of someone you haven’t met...

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The heart is a panic room 
the doors slide shut 
super quick

all is silent.

behind the metal walls
there is no music 
but you can hear 

morse...

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I settle not 
within the belly 
of the tempest
nor shall I surrender
to the hounds of hellebore 
foreshadowing the darkest whims 
I can only bare to...

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Stop biting thy tongue…
all it shall bring is a taste
for self destruction
as the sanguine
beckons it’s spirits
and spits
down thy lung.

...

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Angels and brides do come in white.
All things beautiful, light and bright.
Demons and witches prefer black,
evil ways and means to attack.

White, pure, inspiring, eternal love,
gift...

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Chase my tricks of dew 
among the narcissi
that sit atop 
my window sill
with flits of stolen 
galanthus 
I pilfered just for you.

I hasten that you...

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Have I not yet awoke,
since last I wandered bare, 
in fields of bergamot and smoke,
and spring morning’s air,
blows a little more brilliant,
holding her prayer,
for my...

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I don’t trust the angels 
They must have stolen my sun 
I have worked so hard , done so much
I am so tired I am...

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Those wide mahogany eyes, 
I cannot help but cling to, 
like goosegrass clings on,
too dear, may I hang out here?
just for a little while longer,
you...

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I am Time,
I do not know
Where I’ve come from
Nor do I know whither I am going
I only know that I started in the past
And am...

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Cobwebs,
settle on my tongue, 
lines of sodden caramel, 
stick in their formation, clapping,
to each considered fiction,
protruding from,
my gum.
...

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