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This wound

I keep tonguing,

To keep from healing,

Refuses to fade

Because of my endless efforts.

But why would I do such a thing?
 Jan 2015 Anonymous
Lily
There is another couple
sitting beside me in my place.

They must be hopelessly
devoted for they chose

this spot to share their
lunch and secret love.

I'm hopelessly devoted
to this poem and

the metaphor I'm about
to break

for my love is
not with me.
May.15.2014
 Jan 2015 Anonymous
unfortunate
I'm just an old rope
slowly untangling with each stressful pull
wanting to be strong as I once was
wanting to be together again
waiting for the moment when I fall apart
i see so much of myself in you,
and you have such subtle give in your conviction,
your eyes are like mirrors,
your heart a hardwood floor,
but someone has ripped the barre
from this ballet studio,
i find no place in you
to steady myself.
 Jan 2015 Anonymous
Graff1980
Sometimes my eyes
Are the skies
Of the desert
Dry as the lies
That they told us

Sandy brown
On the ground
Parched particles
Pointy patches
Of cactuses

Insects and mole rats
Little lizards that run fast
And you may ask
Where is the metaphor
Well, everything is a
Metaphor for everything else
I know it should be cacti for the plural but cactuses works better.
 Jan 2015 Anonymous
MBishop
Metaphor
 Jan 2015 Anonymous
MBishop
You told me to descibe myself using metaphors.
I thought about this for a long time.
I am.... what? What am I?
I could go for the classic "plastic bag in the wind" but that even made me gag
I was just about to tell you some faux banality to sate your mind when it hit me

I am a metaphor.

I am a metaphor, never quite literally meaning what I say.
 Jan 2015 Anonymous
Adam Johnson
One to compliment the other. One flowing and graceful, the other carrying on ever downward without a bother. Both beautiful, both powerful in their own way. Under apreciated in this world of money and play. No one takes the time to appreciate what they both can be. Until one comes along and finally sees.

-AJ
Truth is relegated to oblivion
Whereas, grandiloquent lies, win
The day rushed passed us
Twilight is willing to fade away
Let’s plan for the young night
Vivacious and glamorous
The moonlight will brighten it
Gorgeous sliver light
Will drape us together
Adorning us with glittering suits
Endless bubbles of anticipation
Enthusiasm is corked open
From the bottled up feelings
A heady concoction
With music in our heart
The same lyrics, we shall hum
Music of the soul, shall set the mood
To the perfect symphony
A grand spectacle
For the night to enjoy
Smooth moves
Will glide us though the moment
Let’s say cheers
And the party shall soon begin
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