Symbols Poems - Poems about Symbols

Random Thoughts

When random thoughts are bombarding a mind,
Cohesiveness among them is hard to find.
Metaphors and symbols just like in one’s dreams,
Even what is seen, is not what it seems.

One must not resist, just let the thoughts flow.
Look for the patterns and see what they show.
They show the direction, but rarely the conclusion,
There isn’t much reason, just

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mindful make intentions, plans ~
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Symbols Of Roses

Roses are symbols
Love in real life
Its thorn
Its spike tip leaf
Its hard stem
Its gentle petals
Speaks the giver's intent
Smiling heart that accept
Both sparking eyes that yield
In a moment of time, golden
A celebration, two hearts that mend.

Symbols for the Ancients and Us

    
        Shecht and eat the Paschal lamb
        Destroy the ‘no-gods’ of Canaan and Ham
    
        Break the middle matzo, hide half away
     

Symbols of Abundance and Elegance

Mulberry trees, the symbols 
of abundance and beauty,
bear sweet and very juicy 
white, pink, or purple berries!
The white mulberry leaves are 
the food sources of silkworms.
These trees are hailed,
since time immemorial 
as the trees of life, 
and herbs of immortality!

Butterflies, the symbols 
of metamorphosis, grow ~
moving from caterpillars 
to beautiful winged creatures, 
passing through difficult

SYMBOLS

emphasized
   distinguished
&          scattered
spread out

pretexts
  for
reflection
of
  nowaday
      notions
influenced
&
   flavoured
with
humour
prompted
by
   contemporary
            critiques

The Omen Road

I rode my bike down Omen Road,  
Knew they'd be after me, I'd reap what I sowed.  
Crossed into Jersey, saw a dead bird ahead—  
I prefer voices, I get symbols instead

In a pullout was a convertible with a man inside
He drew his finger across his nose, didn't approve this ride
By Greenwood

Unfinished Poems

All poems are unfinished
Only those in sonnet are finished
Completed, done, and terminated
A poem can still be edited
Revised, retouched and rewritten
A poem is a powerful tool or weapon
Leave alone my unfinished poems
These are my spices, my stars, my emblems
You don't understand their symbols
And the words used to fill up the bowls
You just have to read my

Under the mantle of night, embroidered with hidden symbols and untold secrets

Under the mantle of night, embroidered with hidden symbols and untold secrets,
The stars reflect infinite desires, like eternal jewels in the abyss,
With finite pages and ephemeral moments of intense passion,
But the thirst for reading and the ardor of loving remain infinite,
They surpass even death, our fears, and our ephemeral dreams of peace.
In the mysterious libraries

Freedom

I am the banner planted on the hill,
Twisting and flapping in the breeze.

I am the pale bird following the ship,
Over blue waves and swelling seas.

I am rain falling on the growing corn,
The music that makes people dance.

I am the open book, the tree in leaf, 
The honesty of pure romance.

I am a star that shines

Soporific symbols

Looking for a potent punch line,
on thoughts began to wine and dine,
which noticed not flutter of heart,
caused by love which for love does pine.

Vibrant living is a learnt art,
that needs us to add joy to cart,
koel’s song, taking all along,
the way soul’s ascent, we kick start.

Throb of love discerns right from wrong,
making aura bright and

A Mere Equilibrium

I want to live and die at the same time,
In this asylum, I am nothing but a dime.
I pray for the grotesque fame,
None, but the Master wants to get me out of playing this game. 

In this asylum, I live a lie,
The river Life is nothing but a gridlocked tie.
I want to be alive until

Shadow Symbols

a gesture
an
immersive
  spectacle

a threshold
is crossed

in the
    silence
the
lingering
 shadow
of
grief
enters
 
then
 loses itself
in
light

Tomorrow

TOMORROW

Tomorrow keeps on
Lifting her delicate hand
And flipping back strands of
Her colored, cherry-brown hair,
Which hang alonside her neck…
     Grown long enough to just touch
           Her collarbone.

Embellished with floral 
And feathered pins,
Her exquisite hair flows down
Like the ironed lines
 Of a cut and

The Power of Poetry

I Climbed rocks winged with words, 
and paint beauties on my path, 
invade palaces unhindered, 
bearing arms welling from this frame.
I draw the sword from the scabbard, 
piercing dictators with a dagger, 
I cut their cables by this craft, 
and watched their fickle frame subdued. 
I soar like eagle in my thoughts, 
coruscating gleams attending,

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