#metaphoric - Hello Poetry

I picked pomegranates from the tree, waded into the river to cleanse it. Then, back in the cottage I grabbed a knife, imagined myself tearing his heart open, and sliced a pomegranate in half— Its juice trickled down like blood, as I plunged my fingers into the fruit, into his artery. Tenderly, I de-seeded the red jewels, and my heart ached with love— unfolding the layers of his soul, raw. I sang what echoed in mind, ‘Déjame entrar, mi amor. Déjame entrar. I want to dwell in your heart, cariño, sheltering you from your own darkness.’ At last, I'm left with the arils on a plate. I reclined on the chair, watching the pouring rain, yearning, waiting for his return when I saw him at the door— drenched, with violets in his hand, raindrops sliding down his hair. I ran into his arms, and my lips devoured his. He tucked a flower behind my ear. and whispered, his words music to my ears— ‘𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.’ I laughed, butterflies fluttering inside as he slid his arms around my waist. I leaned onto his chest, his warmth bringing me peace. ‘You have conquered me with your love.’

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Feb 8

Feb 8, 2026 at 3:11 AM UTC

Krish_E_S

The Conquered

I picked pomegranates from the tree, waded into the river to cleanse it. Then, back in the cottage I grabbed a knife, imagined myself tearing his heart open, and sliced a pomegranate in half— Its juice trickled down like blood, as I plunged my fingers into the fruit, into his artery. Tenderly, I de-seeded the red jewels, and my heart ached with love— unfolding the layers of his soul, raw. I sang what echoed in mind, ‘Déjame entrar, mi amor. Déjame entrar. I want to dwell in your heart, cariño, sheltering you from your own darkness.’ At last, I'm left with the arils on a plate. I reclined on the chair, watching the pouring rain, yearning, waiting for his return when I saw him at the door— drenched, with violets in his hand, raindrops sliding down his hair. I ran into his arms, and my lips devoured his. He tucked a flower behind my ear. and whispered, his words music to my ears— ‘𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.’ I laughed, butterflies fluttering inside as he slid his arms around my waist. I leaned onto his chest, his warmth bringing me peace. ‘You have conquered me with your love.’

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‘’this december song is one that has been sung every winter; no matter how cold it is or how deep the roots go it softens the ice around my eyes and against my cheeks; it keeps me warm even when the snow hasn’t fallen this december song is precious to me; the tune has never faded and it never will.”

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Dec 10, 2025

Dec 10, 2025 at 12:14 PM UTC

hopsbunny844

december song

‘’this december song is one that has been sung every winter; no matter how cold it is or how deep the roots go it softens the ice around my eyes and against my cheeks; it keeps me warm even when the snow hasn’t fallen this december song is precious to me; the tune has never faded and it never will.”

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blood drips excitement comes tearing through flesh that's not mine pushed through madness without anger each warning came without warning my mind drowning in release enjoying ever moment guilt comes through cracks like a leak in a boat but it's to late it's already drowning as throat chokes you in knots guilt push thoughts to end you as every shadow stares at you not laughing but disappointment all that comes up is laughter as something snaps but it's different

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Dec 5, 2025

Dec 5, 2025 at 11:45 PM UTC

zmaacshon

monster

blood drips excitement comes tearing through flesh that's not mine pushed through madness without anger each warning came without warning my mind drowning in release enjoying ever moment guilt comes through cracks like a leak in a boat but it's to late it's already drowning as throat chokes you in knots guilt push thoughts to end you as every shadow stares at you not laughing but disappointment all that comes up is laughter as something snaps but it's different

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I saw a light in my window at night.  A soft, pale glow from a roof window below.   There she danced, no pattern, no rhythm, Entranced.  Her clothes of soft white, Her hair let loose, no care for the night. The dark was all around, eyes watching without sound.  No warning craws, bared tallons and claws. Careless, frivolous, a lack of awareness, Or maybe she just did not care, What predators may lurk over there.   living truthfully in the moment, no place for atonement. I stare on, a flame flicker, then gone. To many eyes, a dim creature - easy prize. flapping about in loutish flaunts, For hungry mouths and common taunts. Pay a penny to the performer Give a finger to the former.  Her vulnerability, Now lost in her ability. She had self-worth, A hot moment on this cold earth. For I saw her fly, No! dance, in that night sky.

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Dec 3, 2025

Dec 3, 2025 at 9:34 AM UTC

EArthur

Moth

I saw a light in my window at night.  A soft, pale glow from a roof window below.   There she danced, no pattern, no rhythm, Entranced.  Her clothes of soft white, Her hair let loose, no care for the night. The dark was all around, eyes watching without sound.  No warning craws, bared tallons and claws. Careless, frivolous, a lack of awareness, Or maybe she just did not care, What predators may lurk over there.   living truthfully in the moment, no place for atonement. I stare on, a flame flicker, then gone. To many eyes, a dim creature - easy prize. flapping about in loutish flaunts, For hungry mouths and common taunts. Pay a penny to the performer Give a finger to the former.  Her vulnerability, Now lost in her ability. She had self-worth, A hot moment on this cold earth. For I saw her fly, No! dance, in that night sky.

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Why does the angel relent their raise of perturbed pupils to better ways?

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Apr 10, 2025

Apr 10, 2025 at 6:49 AM UTC

Paperweightgames

The Depth of The Air

Why does the angel relent their raise of perturbed pupils to better ways?

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We water the seeds in our heads, So that the flowers can grow there, Because we love the beauty of blooming, Sometimes we love beauty so much that we tear one from our garden and give it to someone important to us, Some put them in water and nurture them gently, Others throw them away or let them wither, Some also give a flower in return, Others do not return a flower, It can be one of the greatest proofs of love, But it can also be one of the most painful experiences,

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Mar 5, 2025

Mar 5, 2025 at 6:47 AM UTC

BotanicalFlower

Flowers

We water the seeds in our heads, So that the flowers can grow there, Because we love the beauty of blooming, Sometimes we love beauty so much that we tear one from our garden and give it to someone important to us, Some put them in water and nurture them gently, Others throw them away or let them wither, Some also give a flower in return, Others do not return a flower, It can be one of the greatest proofs of love, But it can also be one of the most painful experiences,

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Baby's breath kisses the merlot tide of disease, A brindled sea holds the white orchid of blanched dittany's. Moonflowers scintillate with each cradle of dusk, While Stars marl the sky, veiling over in cosmic musk. During quietude, swans tread the ichor in a pearlesque flotilla, The poison ripples beneath them as they thread between silk lilies and ivory scilla. The gore strewn water continues to fester with pulsating, ripe, bile, Despite all, the huddle of infancy will remain ever fertile.

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Dec 14, 2024

Dec 14, 2024 at 9:31 AM UTC

datura

Fruitful decay

Baby's breath kisses the merlot tide of disease, A brindled sea holds the white orchid of blanched dittany's. Moonflowers scintillate with each cradle of dusk, While Stars marl the sky, veiling over in cosmic musk. During quietude, swans tread the ichor in a pearlesque flotilla, The poison ripples beneath them as they thread between silk lilies and ivory scilla. The gore strewn water continues to fester with pulsating, ripe, bile, Despite all, the huddle of infancy will remain ever fertile.

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I've always been the kid in the hall Outside the office door of some metaphorical "principal" Donning a dunce cap, back to the wall Anticipation spikes in general This time it's special When waiting for the next hypothetical, often hypocritical, shoe to fall I make it a double Dribble and drop the ball Taking on the challenge of life was a bad call The order's too tall, don't try it y'all What I've been given to work with is abysmal Can't rely on it being factual at all A criminally out of date owners manual A For Dummies series appealing to a low level criminal Vaguely creating, and/or aiding, this failure ritual Oh the unmitigated gall Scheduling my burial service to take place before the funeral Fuucking brutal I hate it and it seems the feelings mutual The line stepping is habitual The backward motion is perpetual Not sure any of this is avoidable But, what do I know... ...everything and nothing is impossibly possible ©2023

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Dec 20, 2023

Dec 20, 2023 at 3:00 PM UTC

bettsjc187

~•§•~ A Burial Before the Funeral~•§•~

I've always been the kid in the hall Outside the office door of some metaphorical "principal" Donning a dunce cap, back to the wall Anticipation spikes in general This time it's special When waiting for the next hypothetical, often hypocritical, shoe to fall I make it a double Dribble and drop the ball Taking on the challenge of life was a bad call The order's too tall, don't try it y'all What I've been given to work with is abysmal Can't rely on it being factual at all A criminally out of date owners manual A For Dummies series appealing to a low level criminal Vaguely creating, and/or aiding, this failure ritual Oh the unmitigated gall Scheduling my burial service to take place before the funeral Fuucking brutal I hate it and it seems the feelings mutual The line stepping is habitual The backward motion is perpetual Not sure any of this is avoidable But, what do I know... ...everything and nothing is impossibly possible ©2023

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