Silent Spaces
Life is an unconvincing metaphor
Used against me with simile
Left begging for more.
But just the silent spaces,
Sharing time with anonymity
And impressionistic faces as company.
poem by Tribhuvan Mendiratta
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Teach me
Spaces and spaces
All around
All so quiet, so much silent
And a little solitary heart,
A great container
Full of emptiness
Thats just what I've got!
Life, I think, is turning
Its tracks
Carrying me to
My dreams, my success
Letting all dear hands
To slip from mine.
And I'm left perplexed
Moving on and on
Wondering,
What the next turn will bring.
But I'm no more weak
No tears left
I've learnt to
Procrastinate, to lie,
To fool the world.
No feelings left, no desires grow
Still one thing left to know
Teach me someone!
How to lie to myself?
poem by Jaya Mishra
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D.M.V. - Department of Muddled Verses -or- My Mother Is The Only One Who Will Read It Without Curses
Like a door, I'm poor at metaphor, and very bad with simile.
I'm more than just a little off on my rhymability.
My mother, the existentialist, has never cared for meaning.
So I've been a little short on plot, ever since my weaning.
My poetry would be aetheric,
if the Muses weren't so esoteric.
It's clearly only clear to MY sense;
'cause I poet without a poet's license.
poem by Steven Silent Wolf
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The Men of the Open Spaces
These are the men with the sun-tanned faces
and the keen far-sighted eyes-
the men of the open spaces,
and the land where the mirage lies.
The men who have learnt to master
the forces of fire and drought
and the demon Flood's disaster
in the fields of furthest out.
The men who have stood together
and shared in the fight with fate
and known the strength of the tether
that holds a mate to his mate.
Who ride with a gallant bearing
where every saddle's a throne,
and each is an emperor sharing
an empire enough for his own.
They are strangers to airs and graces,
and scornful of power and pride-
the Men of the Open Spaces,
who rule the world when they ride.
poem by William Henry Ogilvie
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Sometimes Poetry's More Similar to Politics Than I'd Care to Think About
O, metaphor!
O, simile!
O, allegory!
Jelly beans!
O, fable, myth!
Oh, silly me -
Disguising what
I really mean.
poem by Heidi K. Haskell
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When all is said and done, mes amis!
how much time do we spend
writing the best stuff we can
when the odds are against us
I could abandon punctuation
the use of simile and metaphor
a certain restraint as to mood
and just commit to logorrhea
like so many of us do
but I can't just surrender
poetry means something more
than just letting my feelings run
away with irony and good sense
poem by Michael Pruchnicki
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Life Sucks And Then You Die
but mom thats not fare.mom please.mom im begging you.
havent you gotten tired of begging your parents? well then stop doing so.its as simple as that because life isnt fair so get over it.i stopped begging my parents a long time ago.life sucks and then you die.
poem by Trevor Adams
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Implications Of Empty Spaces
some poems
use spaces
of implied emptiness
between the lines
during the reading emptiness
may tug at the subconscious
begging reason intellect rationalists
understanding
to comprehend
messages
in empty spaces
the mind heart soul turns
poem by Terence George Craddock
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A Defered Dream
• is hope an infringement of life
where as an inspired metaphor
depleted a reason to grow
Is hope so defile in life
that a dream is deferred
upon the wish to succeed
is only a dream
Is hope so denied
that every time you try
you trying, trying again
to start all over again?
Is hope so bitter
that your dreams are over looked
because no one understood you?
Is hope a simile to believe
in all hope, life and maturity
to succeed
is hope the dream you believed
that dream and it became true
poem by Angela Khristin Brown
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Is letting go a metaphor?
what is letting go -
letting go of grief?
the serenity of letting go?
(must be a bad metaphor)
losing represents letting go of control
I need to understand this 'letting go'
is it a metaphor for facing the inevitable?
breathing as a metaphor for living
'the practice of pruning wine vines'
is that a metaphor for letting go?
surrender. reaching towards the future
if you'll excuse another bad metaphor...
'the last of the sand is pouring...'
onion metaphors are stripped down to the core
letting go is a metaphor for acceptance
is acceptance a metaphor for failure?
'The freedom of letting go'
that does sound grand
letting go is not for the faint-hearted
my hands and heart are tired from letting go
so many times over
examine why metaphor is not
a substitute for the literal
letting go is
a metaphor
for goodbye
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poem by Terri Turrell
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The Poem Is A Metaphor
THE POEM IS A METAPHOR
The Poem is a Metaphor
It means ‘the world’
It means ‘all that there is’
It means ‘the soul’
It means ‘our deepest feeling’.
The Poem is a Metaphor
It is more than what it just appears to be
It takes on a life of its own
It says more than it can define itself as
The Poem is a Metaphor
And it itself does not understand
Where it began and how it will end
And whether or not
It should always be rewritten.
The Poem is a Metaphor
And we too are metaphors
That will vanish one day
When all the real Poems
Pretend to still be here.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Language Of Poetry Is Metaphor
The language of poetry is metaphor
And irony and ambiguity
And beauty-
Beauty is the language of poetry
And metaphor and irony and ambiguity
And irony -
Beauty is the language of metaphor
And poetry without beauty
Is like poetry without metaphor
Like poetry without simile-
Poetry is poetry
Like beauty is beauty
And metaphor, metaphor
And language language -
Ironically
Without themselves they are something else
Or perhaps another variant of themselves
Ironically.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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In Motion
I find my notes,
I'm almost done.
Yet I do not know,
what is to come.
The pirate loses,
his treasure and gold.
This is a metaphor,
for the ending.
Life is a simile,
without a smile.
No one thinks,
for one another
A disaster awaits,
for one to come.
Knowing things,
that kills inside.
Your mind waves,
like an endless ocean.
'Tis all fake,
like a deep ego.
Look Into Yourself.
poem by Justin P. Buhler
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Metaphor
A pretty girl
is like a simile
and vice-a-versa
so I'd say
for like the sunlight it
delights our so prosaic day
and life is better for
a metaphor
when apposite
to what you write
the first I used
that made some sense
came out of childish
innocence
before I read
the word in prose
I thought that what
just goes and goes
was 'dire rear' -
not too bad
as an idea
for a nappy-happy lad?
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Begging You
Im begging you,
Im begging you.
The fly on the coachwheel told me that he got it
And he knew what to do with it,
Everybody saw it, saw the dust that he made
King bee in a frenzy, ready to blow, got the horn good to go wait
Oh, his stings all gone, now hes begging you, begging you
Here is a warning, the sky will divide
Since I took off the lid, theres nowhere to hide
Now Im begging you, Im begging you
This is a mystery not to be solved
But be minded, like minded, Im gone
Still Im with you, Im begging you, Im begging you
Give it over, give it over
Give it over, give it begging you
Give it over, give it over
Give it over, yeah Im begging you, Im begging you
Weigh it and say it, is it all in a name
Does it call you or maul you and drive you insane
Can it make you remember, time is in place
Now Im begging you, Im begging you
The fly on the coachwheel told me that he got it
And he knew what to do with it
Everybody saw it, saw the dust that he made
Make all the dust that you can, make all the dust that you can
King bee in a frenzy ready to blow
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Enjoy Every Bit
THERE is so much
unexplored deep down
the trenches of
the ocean
up there too
there is more to space
that is not grasped
by our limited
senses
there is more to
the mere glitter of the stars
you cannot catch all the
glow that the moon
is giving
our faces have only what
light can reflect
what air can we
touch
we are interesting
our oceans
spaces, stars, moons,
are but metaphors of
who we are
keep all these
in mind...you are too
interesting
you too are a metaphor
of what is there
unexplored
there is no hurry
enjoy every bit
grab every moment...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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For I Am A Metaphor
'For i am a Metaphor
For i am free as a bird
wiser than wise itself
brighter than a sun gama ray
FOR I AM A METAPHOR
for i love like the word
think like einstein
dream like Martin
FOR I AM A METAPHOR
For i smell like success
Achieve like achievers
and soar like number 23
FOR I AM A METAPHOR
for i deliver like mailmen
determine like focus
and prosper like underdogs
FOR I......AM.....A METAPHOR'
By: Kottrell Johnson
poem by Kottrell Johnson
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These eyes are watching you
... see your words
verbal manifestation of thoughts
portraits painted with syllables
of sensuous simile and meaningful metaphor
not critic but who assimilates random thoughts
cast about like chaff in the swirling wind
no object of idolatry
no persecuting executioner
no special one from any special land
no name, no face, no special place
ubiquitous with comment or without
just a silent voice that speaks its mind
shadow of your spirit
wisp of your very breath
exhaled for all to breathe
your vigilant sentinal
poem by John Whitfield
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These Eyes Are Watching You
...see your words
verbal manifestation of thoughts
portraits painted with syllables
of sensuous simile and meaningful metaphor
not critic but who assimilates random thoughts
cast about like chaff in the swirling wind
no object of idolatry
no persecuting executioner
no special one from any special land
no name, no face, no special place
ubiquitous with comment or without –
just a silent voice that speaks its mind
shadow of your spirit
wisp of your very breath
exhaled for all to breathe
your vigilant sentinal
poem by Lorenzo Costigliolo
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In the steps of Rumi 88: Metaphor
Simile – what looks like something else –
that’s a fun game for the senses,
for the mind: oh look Dad,
there’s a scarecrow in that field
that looks just like a man, does it
really scare crows?
Oh look Dad, there’s a beggar in the street
who looks just like a scarecrow,
I wonder if the same crows
see him too?
But metaphor – ah, that’s something else:
explanations don’t quite explain it:
you see something; it brings to mind
something very different; maybe
you just forget it, pass on; maybe
you’re a poet, and you think,
that other thing casts a subtle light
on this first thing, I’ll see if others
find the same.. and, sometimes they do,
sometimes they don’t…
Metaphor brings the whole universe,
world upon world, to the mind:
you could write a poem full of metaphor
as long as the circumference of the world,
and when you’d written it out, you’d find yourself
right here again just where you were.. but
what a lot you’d seen on the way…
We’re so used to some metaphors
because by now, they’re shared,
written into language (lucky the people
who inherit languages such as these,
they’re born into poetry…) :
take ‘bread’: you walk past the baker’s shop
in the early morning when the air is clear –
or better, go in to buy your breakfast rolls:
the smell couldn’t be more wonderful,
more promising.. the bread’s so delicious,
and best eaten today..
ah yes, ‘daily bread’ – that becomes a metaphor
for all that each and every day brings –
waking up, new thoughts, new experiences,
all that brings life to life…
that covers so many subtle things…
where does it all come from?
that’s for you to say…
Sometimes it seems that the whole world
is a metaphor for something…
for what? For its own unity,
for its very creation,
for that which we call God,
for our very self?
that’s for you to say…
Metaphor. When you meet it,
does it make you think of
English class, another boring
poem, another boring question
to answer as you chew your pen –
‘What does the poet mean when
he speaks of, lies like oyster shells
to be penknifed for their pearls? ’…
or - does it fill your heart with joy
as if someone had given you
a golden key to a secret garden
which is all you ever hoped for;
more than you could ever imagine…
and yet you recognise
it’s all really just yourself? …
In the corner of your room
there's a little girl curled up
in a large armchair, reading a book.
Don't disturb her.
The book she reads with all her self today,
may never read again, doesn't need to -
is a metaphor for
all she needs to know today
about the world, about herself;
she finishes the book,
closes it thoughtfully,
looks up at you;
she knows herself
a little more today.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Sharing Christmas
I'm waking up early this morning,
I can't wait to see our christmas tree,
There's a big blanket of snow,
Covering each and every home.
oohhhh..
[CHORUS:]
We're basting the turkey,
And hanging mistletoe,
We're laughing with loved-ones,
Decorations in the window.
It's such a wonderful time Sharing Christmas,
It is such a lovely, loving time sharing christmas.
It's such a wonderful time Sharing Christmas,
It is such a lovely, loving time sharing christmas. oohh.
[CHORUS:]
We're basting the turkey,
And hanging mistletoe,
We're laughing with loved-ones,
Decorations in the window.
It's such a wonderful time Sharing Christmas,
It is such a lovely, loving time sharing christmas.
It's such a wonderful time Sharing Christmas,
It is such a lovely, loving time sharing christmas. oohh.
Street corners filled with cheers,
It's that time of the year, for giving.
The stars are shining bright,
Cause it's christmas time..oohhh..
[CHORUS:]
We're basting the turkey,
And hanging mistletoe,
We're laughing with loved-ones,
Decorations in the window.
It's such a wonderful time sharing christmas,
It is such a lovely, loving time sharing christmas.
It's such a wonderful time Sharing Christmas,
It is such a lovely, loving time sharing christmas. oohh..
It's such a wonderful time sharing christmas,
It is such a lovely, loving time sharing christmas.
It's such a wonderful time Sharing Christmas,
It is such a lovely, loving time sharing christmas. oohh..
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