Analogy Poems | Examples of Analogy Poetry

There is a fair measure in things there is a middle ground in everything there must be order even in the mess est modus in rebus...

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the essential is light beautiful natural genuine spontaneous...

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heart benign intrinsicaly ...

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With our soul’s valleys watered with God’s wet spirit, and his healing love, be as trees of divine sap sagely rooted in his work:- ...

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TO BEING ON BOARD * I can remember when It was blackboards, Which have been replaced By their whiteboards; Loaded with selective Brainwashing videos: Primarily coded to entertain Rather than educate; Particularly, if you’ve not chosen Teaching as a labor of love:- When asked how could I, at 83, Teach without a whiteboard, I simply replied that I was A live retired living blackboard: Programmed by...

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DEEP BLACK THOUGHTS * (Apropos Of Civil Disobedience) Majority rules; civil disobedience is for whites only:- Civil disobedience— rights of the majority; not of lesser Blacks:- Not being a Black, Thoreau claimed rights to civil disobedience:- Now, episodes daily praise Whites for civil disobedience:- We Blacks remain dared to be disobedient; claiming civil rights! We’ve won civil rights; let’s continue in oneness— beating their divide:- In the...

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Avoid their stares. Listen to their words. Do they care? Neglect your needs. Don't socialize. Hate yourself. Empathize. Empathize with everybody except yourself. No! Lies! Forgive! And love yourself! ...

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amid muck and mire of a storm swamp ~ shadows dance below chartreuse skies mirrors labyrinth stifles our souls quest; holding reflections of lovelorn dreams, maxims and myths that fall may wreck hearts ...and hope blooms as a fuchsia rose under rain; where valiant words weave in the wind ~ skirmishing to stave off light catharsis, a guiding star illuminates raw pathways; In the mirror, viewing my...

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she used to shrink inside her own skin wore doubt like a coat stitched too thin but broken glass still reflects the light and jagged edges sharpen the fight now she stands where my fears once laid building worth from the cracks they made she is gold in the dirt still gleaming unseen an unfinished masterpiece bold and serene...

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OF LIFE AND ROSES Life is like a rose; it has its thorns, as well as sweet petaling days:- ...

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Picking and raking, Cleaning the political Garden of Evil, Know that while gardeners die, Rooting out trash must go on:- ...

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[Perhaps this is apart of my twisted delusions? Oh, mundane, antithetical, to dream of a median--a deranged, psychotic thought.] [“I ponder the chains of order; perpetually asphyxiating a ‘disobedience’. Why, why we need of persecuting the good?”] [Malice subsumes those who yet to temper, and sorrow enshrouds those refined. Crux, crux, I call to, whom ignore my...

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The sun will shine, The moon will rise. The nights will always glimmer. The birds will fly, The bugs will glide, The people will hide for winter. Everyday subsidies, Everyday I survived, I still don’t feel like a winner. All the plates will be shined, All the guests get invites, But I’ll still eat alone for...

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Written: April 24, 2025, for Contest sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose ************************** Once upon a magical evening an enchanted fairy I happened to see dressed in a fantastical dress with two dappled wings of lace, she shone like the midnight sun;...

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Once there was a log Floating downstream On a swift-flowing river Towards a sawmill. And, on that log, Perched on a loose patch of bark, Behind a broken limb, There was an ant. The ant didn’t know about the sawmill. He did not hear the rushing water. He couldn’t tell the size of the log, Or perceive the danger he was in. On that piece of bark,...

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