Metaphor Poems
Endogenous
by Aditi Hayaran
Body governed by the brain,
nourished by a poetic heart.
The toxins the liver can't detoxify
move with my corpuscles, never apart.
They linger in the mind too long,
leave by neither the kidney nor the skin—
not even through the tears I cry,
though they ache beneath within.
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The Forerunners
by George Herbert
The harbingers are come. See, see their mark;
White is their colour, and behold my head.
But must they have my brain? must they dispark
Those sparkling notions, which therein were bred?
Must dulnesse turn me to a clod?
Yet have they left me, Thou art still my God.
Good men ye be, to leave me my best room,
Ev'n all my heart, and what is lodged there:
I passe not, I, what of the rest become,
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Altarwise By Owl-Light
by Dylan Thomas
Altarwise by owl-light in the half-way house
The gentleman lay graveward with his furies;
Abaddon in the hangnail cracked from Adam,
And, from his fork, a dog among the fairies,
The atlas-eater with a jaw for news,
Bit out the mandrake with to-morrows scream.
Then, penny-eyed, that gentlemen of wounds,
Old cock from nowheres and the heaven's egg,
With bones unbuttoned to the half-way winds,
Hatched from the windy salvage on one leg,
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Spelling
by Margaret Atwood
My daughter plays on the floor
with plastic letters,
red, blue & hard yellow,
learning how to spell,
spelling,
how to make spells.
I wonder how many women
denied themselves daughters,
closed themselves in rooms,
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The New Hieroglyphics
by Les Murray
In the World language, sometimes called
Airport Road, a thinks balloon with a gondola
under it is a symbol for speculation.
Thumbs down to ear and tongue:
World can be written and read, even painted
but not spoken. People use their own words.
Latin letters are in it for names, for e.g.
OK and H2S O4, for musical notes,
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Endogenous
by Aditi Hayaran
Body governed by the brain,
nourished by a poetic heart.
The toxins the liver can't detoxify
move with my corpuscles, never apart.
They linger in the mind too long,
leave by neither the kidney nor the skin—
not even through the tears I cry,
though they ache beneath within.
......
Before you pour
by Aditi Hayaran
Empty glasses everywhere,
Everyone's in despair.
You're the soul, kind and warm,
Comforting ones who experienced harm.
Emptying yourself for others' sake,
The comforting shield you make.
Getting hurt while trying to heal,
For others, neglecting how you feel.
Before you want to help more,
You need to fill your glass before you pour.
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"Broken Promise, Withered Growth"
by Aditi Hayaran
In the flower pot we had,
We planted a seed.
We'll take care of it, we promised,
We'll provide its every need.
It germinated soon;
As the seedling started to glow,
The sweetness flooded,
Without anything restricting it's flow.
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The Gardener of a Plant
by Aditi Hayaran
You trusted the plant for its beautiful blooms,
But I'm the one who loved its thorns, who faced it's dooms.
You may have nurtured it, but I gave it my life's blood,
I loved it even when surrounded by a vibrant flora's world.
You may not have ignored it, that's true,
But can you protect it from winds wild and new?
You desired the blossoms, I embraced the fall,
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My metaphor - Sanja Atanasovska, North Macedonia
by Sanja Atanasovska
My metaphor – a robber who takes hostages,
a free picnic in nature,
a tent that can be placed
between two encyclopedia covers,
a rainforest with giant lungs,
my metaphor – a pharmacy with medicines
for all possible diseases,
a simultaneous translation booth,
a noblewoman who waltzes
with even and odd numbers,
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