Journey Metaphor Poems

Be as the sun,
And doubt not the Son of God;
Your guiding compass:-
Divine guidance is your gift;
Praise God for each day’s dawning:-

After sleep, you wake,
There’s sunset...

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horizon
dark
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fills
me like
still sorrow
as birds return
to nests from sad
sky bringing on their
wings the distant music
of the drifting clouds from
the departing day sinking slow
in the horizon I...

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Yes! day and night, inside my roaring shop,
pounding my heavy hammer ceaselessly 
against the hardened anvil Poetry,
I ply tough steel into a pleasant shape.

Working words...

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changing the appearance,
spring arrived unseen
mango blooms revealed.

spring's distant journey
countryside's hidden charm sought
nature's gentle kiss....

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        on the journey between blues
          and between all...

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The map etched deep, a cryptic, skin-worn chart,
No oceans blue, but valleys of the heart.
These lines of palm, a whispered, ancient script,
Where fate and chance...

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A silent twin that stretches, shrinks, and sways,
A darkened mimic through the sunlit days.
No voice to speak, no hand to touch or hold,
A phantom presence,...

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"What is my role?" I asked.
"You are part of the crew," he said, not the captain as I was told.
"But I know maps! I read...

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I press my hands into the ruins of you,
fingertips cut in the quiet rot of ancient wounds
that have never quite been touched.
Beneath splintered ribs, 
your...

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          A big smiling sun
   ...

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We must never renounce
the dignity of being...

So that we do not fall
into the hasty,
cunning nonconformity of non-belief...

Let...

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I am nobody, nothing more or less 
than a pathetic line of symmetry.
In this paradox of existence,
a listless, feeble entity.
I am nothing more , and...

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I want to write a single line, just one,
to hold within my memoir’s quiet space,
where sorrow and joy dissolve together,
becoming something weightless, something whole.

Perhaps it...

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Mind of the heart

Neither thinking 
nor feeling
~ Void ~

Soul penetrates...

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In the composing

of every liberated poet

of poetic justice,

every pen is a freestyle

composition

irrespective of structural

rendering

of the divine birth-wording

that has been given

from the supreme

conductor’s wand’s

 instructions

as to...

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