Love Poems About Metaphor or Metaphor Love Poems
by Silent One |
Categories: love,

You're the Poem

If only this poetry could define, how your presence takes me towards cloud nine. Your touch brings sensations that feel divine, yet, my tongue is quiet, fighting this muse of mine. Waiting for the moment our lips can greet, your sweet voice takes control of my heartbeat. I sigh hallelujah, as our eyes meet, the taste of your mouth makes my life complete. Suddenly the pen flows like buoyant streams, describing love that's only seen in daydreams. I'm just a star within universal schemes, basking within the passion of your moonbeams. Our love can't be hidden in a metaphor, you're the poem my pen will always adore.
Silent One 3 February 2019

by Connie Marcum Wong |
Categories: butterfly, flower, life, lost love, love, metaphor,

Desire

Your love touched me…
As a butterfly softly alights on a flower.
I didn't notice until you flew away.

6-1-22

Bite Size Poem no.45 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier 


*Note: This poem is about not realizing you 
love someone until it is too late.


by Mark Massey |
Categories: allusion, art, love,

Love's Silence

~ To count the ways, I dare to comprehend
such finite love defined in written line,
for quantity shall never find an end 
to love that lets infinity define.

   A Summer’s day, to love shall not compare,
though shines to bathe your beauty in its light,
and as it wanes, waits breathlessly to share
the passion of a sultry Summer’s night. 

  To laureates and bards of metaphor,
each scribbled phrase, I bid them credit due,
but all their words and phrases heretofore
can ne'er describe this love I have for you.

    When words fall short and poetry departs,
       love's silence fills the cockles of our hearts.


Host:  Mark Toney
Marathon Contest mile 4
5-16-21




by Mike Gentile |
Categories: care, garden, growth, heart, love, metaphor,

Flowers Of The Heart

The garden of love bids tending
                 so often it pains us to render its due
when drought offers threat
and water is scarce
        and lovers forget what it means to be true

Yet love, like a garden, rewards us
    the flowers of the heart are worth all the pain
how else can we reap
that beautiful yield
        with little to lose and with so much to gain

When I think of where we first started
          with just the horizon to capture our view
my eyes now behold
what a garden can be
              with effort and love to carry it through 


by Kim Merryman |
Categories: inspirational, metaphor,

You Reap What You Sow

If you sow seeds of kindness,
Then kindness is what you'll reap.
If you sow seeds of forgiveness,
You'll reap untroubled sleep.

If you sow seeds of anger,
of hatred or discontent,
You'll reap a crop of violence,
Discord and evil intent.

If you sow seeds of brotherly love,
Then love you will receive,
But if wickedness is what you sow,
Then wicked you will be.

The lesson here is pretty clear:
You reap just what you sow.
Therefore, strive to sow only good seeds,
And spread them wherever you go.

2/13/13

by Poet Destroyer A |
Categories: beauty, care, creation, imagination, inspiration, lonely, love hurts, metaphor, nature, rain, sad love, september,

Gentle Summer Rain

She writes about Fall's beauty in the rain 
The falling raindrops' dance ascribing thence 
Bespoken verse that lightens her refrain 
before the time they met - her steps commence. 

She listens to the soft and rhythmic thrum, 
her love turned to escape and cloudy string 
Where nimbus mistletoe fell, tears to become 
Their kiss of Autumn was symbolic ring. 

The first light cotton mists with summer rays 
While skyward cheerful laughs adorn the land, 
their ceremonial dance diffuses grays, 
affectionate embrace, where dreams expand. 

Upon September's sky the raindrops gleam 
With half of hidden Sun to laugh and beam.



--------- 8-29-13

by Poet Destroyer A |
Categories: beauty, immigration, magic, metaphor, pride, summer, sun,

Sun Dance

~Sun Dancing~         

Bright yellow sparks glisten around the landscape
Sheer environment expose  
Warmth slinks down every step        
So--  Invigorating 
Spur like rays muster in long light
The wolves wait to howl
Soon--Bunch of flowers 
Huddle in with sunlit love
Luminous rave  

By; pd


(For contest) 

by Connie Marcum Wong |
Categories: devotion, life, metaphor, spiritual, sun,

Naked Souls

Naked souls...
Find in each other a kindred spirit
That speaks divinely, without words.
Auras coalesce in euphoric passions
Warming hearts and bodies
That rise to ethereal heights.
Sentient beings aware of the gift
Love employs to infinite degrees,
Valuing the depths of harmonic harmony.
Let sunrise penetrate its heavenly hues
In veneration of nature connecting
With the psyche, intuitive of karmic
Laws in recompense of past regrets.
Unveil the opaque shrouds that keep
Truth occult by delivering the naked soul.

1-6-18

by Quoth TheRaven |
Categories: dream, extended metaphor, forgiveness, giving, hope, journey, metaphor, muse, philosophy, time,

Six slopes

The six steep slopes they gave me..  
yes, all were mine.

I can give them to you..
if you wish them.

Though they tend to be.,
unkind. 

Don't wait for them to love,
or understand, 
or forgive..

It's not their way.

They serve only to light a path,
show you the way.

Discover who you are, yes,
and where you come from.

It's what you always asked,
and all you ever prayed.

Don't look too far forward, 
they'll make sure you're blind..

Understand that you are all that matters
not them, not us, not time. 

by Sunshine Smile |
Categories: metaphor, poetry,

- Wings On An Elephant -



You can try

yes you can

putting wings on an elephant

yes I know you can

Poesi without love

is impossible





13.03.2015 A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved

- Everyone who writes poetry leaves a bit of their soul and heart - 


by liam mcdaid |
Categories: angel, beauty, flying, love, metaphor, mirror,

Faraway Queen

The moonbeams bore you in a cradle of light smiling   
warmly a cold blue winter moon rocking over and back thoughts

Midnight mystery howling to a silver reflection deeply echoes whispering winds
over Snow Mountain faraway dreaming stars twinkle in your treasure jewels 

Lost trying to catch your trail freedom inside love the spark igniting 
magic believing in a fairy tale ending dust in a thousand dreams enchanting



by Sunshine Smile |
Categories: confusion, deep, metaphor,

- Falsehood -




Is there still a rainbow after the rain?
An unanswered message, life is full of lies

Darkness falls - like a thief steals the daylight
I get confused - hear demons whisper

It happened so suddenly, struggling to breathe
Tired of all the things that hurts

If life was an adventure I would love to dance
Everything around me is in a white blur - the truth?








  20.07.2016
- Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
  (unrhymed couplets)
  Copyright © All Rights Reserved

by Daniel Turner |
Categories: fantasy, fun, imagination, metaphor,

An Unwritten Fairytale

Inside an inkwell, lives a fairy tale
A classic, filled with love and misery
Where," Once upon a time" has long set sail
And "happy ever after's" yet to be

It's plot, a knight, once schooled in chivalry
His quest for love, the dragons he has slain
From Crusades 'round the world to frippery
The jousts with Father Time who drew disdain

Yet deep inside is where brave knight remains
A lifetime of adventures, good and bad
The love he searches for, still unobtained
Still finding peace, his "grail" this Gallahad

Perhaps, I'll buy a quill one of these days
Release Sir Knight and legends of his ways


     by Daniel Turner
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by Dale Gregory Cozart |
Categories: fruit, imagery, lost love, metaphor,

Sweet Citrus

I kissed July's hot tangerine lips
swam in cool aquamarine eyes
basked in blond and honey rays
dreamed in mango pomegranate sunsets 
of lime hillsides and marmalade roses
Years of sweet citrus passed in golden hours

One day I woke
to find translucent eyes 
in burnt sienna
as trees wept leaves
in burgundy and olive
Soon the eyes
were frozen in powder
Ashen shadows blew
across barren groves
of spindled spruce
and howled 
with December's lonely moon
But from my fire lit window
I hold fast to memories
of daffodils and oranges
mingled with the burn
of lemon tears


7/16/17

by Sandra Haight |
Categories: god, inspirational, jesus, love, metaphor, wisdom, words,

The Gem


As precious stones are hidden and entwined
   in minerals of ordinary worth,
they must be found, professionally mined
   from common, rocky layers of the earth.

Extracted, polished, cut- they'll stand apart
   as valued gems.  Neglected, they will share
in earth's destructive force- erosion's art-
   dissolve away with nature's wear and tear.

Oh God, you are both Mine and Miner; strip
   this soul embedded in your work of clay,
and let your tools of grace and fellowship
   preserve the gem of Love from life's decay.

Cut many facets that reflect and show-
   the worth of gem and Miner in its glow.


November 13, 2014


by Gregory Richard Barden |
Categories: metaphor, nature, passion, relationship, soulmate, true love,

Nature, Human

I breathe you
into my depths,
sighing ...
like winter's chill,
whispered to the spring ...

I hear you
inside ...
marrow-deep,
trembling
like silence ...

I feel you,
tempering my blood,
reshaping my desires.
you ...
my alter-essence.





~ 1st Place ~  in the "Strand Choice V, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.


by Charlie Smith |
Categories: depression, loneliness, metaphor,

Brainstorm

From an insufferable, unceasing rain of disappointment, I try to hide my scars under the cloak of a smile. Alas, this master of disguise, fools but one. My dreams are like a reverent prayer that's lost its relevance to love. Shrouded in ominous clouds of deception, I am a refugee of doubt with no joy in reality. I wade through poems that never rhyme, from memories that never mend. I cower from this rumbling squall of loneliness and shrink from the shards of misdirected words. The mantle of hope escapes my ambitions, forever silencing my courage. I am drowning in discontent. Brainstorm Contest Sponsored by John Hamilton 10/16/2018 1st. Place

by Charmaine Chircop |
Categories: beautiful, metaphor,

Street Flower

When the orange edge of the sun rises above silver tint hues of an endless horizon I sway with silent elegance in the meadow of your heart You 'd pick up all scattered petals from dusty pages of the past. And there you find my concealed love... It is then when you recall untainted colours of the promise forgotten truths and everlasting us. It is there where you blow softly your Spring breezes in gardens of fragrant nights So that in a tomorrow,this unpretentious margarita would waft its aromatic scent once more in those amorous deep-set eyes. Slowly It falls untamed,innocent,and pure, like a child's dream in the tight-pull of your never-leaving arms.

by Vijay Pandit |
Categories: life, metaphor,

Arts and crafts from grains of sand

Life is a smile of a newborn in mother's arms

Arts and crafts of stained glass from grains of sand

Freedom of a chick on its very first flight

Love of a mother scurrying beside a young fawn

Float on a lotus pond in style of white swans

Lyrics of nature scripted in nightingale's song

Painting in vermilion tints rising on meadows of fall

Rivers rushing down from spring mountaintops

Romance in lover's eyes watching a new dawn 

Wonder in breath of a single-celled amoeba

September 14, 2019
HM: Strand special 5 by Brian Strand
Life poetry contest;  Sponsor: Ironic Zink

by Susan Ashley |
Categories: emotions, grief, heartbroken, lost love, memory, metaphor, solitude,

Essence Of Cinnamon Incense



Cinnamon memories catch my soul in snares

    as I trace in anguish the curve of your lips

      in a photo stained sepia with my tears;

a thousand words... spoken through my fingertips.



Susan Ashley 
October 14, 2020


~ Second Place ~
Excerpt from: Lost In My Lost Cinnamon Dreams; May 9, 2019
Premiere Contest: Rithimus Divisa 10
Sponsor: Gregory R Barden

by Gregory Richard Barden |
Categories: grief, imagery, loss, love, metaphor, water,

Ripples


I wrap the darkness 'round me like a quilt

     As questions bay like hounds at my belief

       And tho' the tears are poison, dearly spilt

     Those e'er still waters ripple with my grief

While love is lost to time, the coldest thief.





~ 1st Place ~  in the "Writing Prompt- English Quintain Imagery" Poetry Contest, Dear Heart, Judge & Sponsor.


by John Gilman |
Categories: depression, dream, loneliness, poetry, sorrow,

A Forgotten Skeleton

 
the dream painted itself sad ashen grey a parched desert where rain never falls this dark metaphor in her barren heart loneliness whispering of love yet to call bones of long lost hope on the ground amid sands of uncountable empty years she picked up the skull bleached white all that remained of an old mossy steer wondering if that would be her destiny to wander until life's hourglass ran dry becoming a forgotten, lost skeleton eroded by day and ignored by night's sky

by Susan Ashley |
Categories: desire, emotions, imagery, love, metaphor, music, romance,

The String Player


     Your bow - my violin we do unite

          on rhythmic notes of ecstasy we fly 

       entwined our heartstrings vibrate through the night -

 emblazoned love songs burn across the sky.



Susan Ashley
September 22, 2020


~ Third Place ~
An excerpt from: Making Beautiful Music Together (written April 15, 2018)
Submitted for contest: Sept. 22, 2020
Premiere Contest: Rithimus Divisa 6
Sponsor: Gregory R Barden




by Susan Jeavons |
Categories: extended metaphor, metaphor, muse, poets, time, writing,

Universal Muse

Universal Muse

She is light 
in dark, mysterious spaces,
integrity in immoral places .
She's hope
in spite of  uncertainty,
mercy for those with misery. 
She's an idealist 
in a realm of broken dreams,
conscious of her adversary's  schemes.
She's morality 
displayed for all to see,
enlightenment to all who wish to be.
She's time, 
yesterday, today, tomorrow,
ecstasy within a world of sorrow.
She's creation 
from beginning to the end,
solitude yet society's boisterous friend.
She's love in a world of sin and hate.
She's harmony;  
		this, the poet's fate.

by Gregory Richard Barden |
Categories: appreciation, children, father, life, love, metaphor, mother,

progeny

we ...
are strands ...
they, a strumming, resonant -
notes of an ambrosial
strain that tickles the tympans of
life and enlightenment ...
they are thistle on the breath of spring,
pappus of a bloom, passionate,
set for naught but fruitful
purchase -
ideality, their roots ...
tender tendrils wrapped 'round
dreams that know
no waking ...
seeds and songs let loose
from our hearts' deepest chambers,
with a boundless hope,
and an ache ...
unyielding.