Symbolism Poems | Examples of Symbolism Poetry

She is distant but warm, She doesn’t need to be spoken to, or be touched to be known. I’ve travelled great distances in my life, But she’s the only constant I’ve known. I see her everyday through all...Read the rest...

In the journey of life, when paths seem unclear, Take up the book, let wisdom appear. With stick in hand, carve your own way, Through challenges and trials, come what may. Luck may falter, but faith holds strong, With pen...Read the rest...

Mine o’ quick heart, 'neath powdered mist o’ light, Before dawn's chance to sway thy command, Hold me here, still, delay this cloak o’ night, And return my love with thy gentlest hand. Tell the story o’...Read the rest...

The wind blows in any desired style Any day every once in a while, Man's comments to it are just a riffraff pile. The sun will give you some chilli sensation, With no fear for it needs to take...Read the rest...

Sometimes, always, & rather unsurprisingly, I start to wonder… why...my heart cannot explain, the corporeal notes, of music, in just a droplet, of rain. ...Read the rest...

Dark is the light in us all Death destruction and poverty consumes all But there is a light A light so bright A light in us all In a world full of complexities The light seems to fade Humanity in...Read the rest...

I dreamt only of green alkanet. One by one, I'd see another, mutilate my view, talking in tongues of five, as they destroy the delicate balance, between this world and new. ...Read the rest...

Beauty hides beneath open yourself up to it but beware its thorns...Read the rest...

God spoke to men in visions and dreams. Their words are like unpolluted streams, offering dying souls life-giving drink, and giving hope to those on the brink. These witnesses, both the old and the new, were written down by a...Read the rest...

In my kitchen's grasp, where spices hop free, Whispers of our memories, in each recipe. Khichdi's humble grace, a bow to our roots, In grains and lentils, tradition assent. Herbal notes linger, a fragrant ballet, a scenic design. As...Read the rest...

The sun, resplendent in its blazing might, Burns fiercely o'er a barren, lifeless waste, A desert dry and vast where earth is scorched By searing radiation, deathly bright. No sign of life but one lone phoenix flies, Soaring precarious, close...Read the rest...

I see tremors… dancing between the dust, as the sunlight hits your hands, they recite their symphony, of silence, for me… from a distant land. ...Read the rest...

Shall there be a soothing rest within the arms of a shallow grove, from whence the aches of an early dawn arise in its  presence, as a burning flame before the veiled eyes of a...Read the rest...

Don't give them power I, the fuel to my fire Can walk out through dark...Read the rest...

"The Stain Crusaders" Plath left the pages long ago and Bacharach’s Blue-on-Blue is an ineffectual softer numb-shade-of-Blue dear green green Anthropocene this much is true with all the I love you’s the wandering crusaders are far far removed sitting atop their soap boxes sudsing...Read the rest...