Symbolism Poems | Examples of Symbolism Poetry

Why are you waiting your house is burning Run while you can from the blaze inside What will be left in the morning after But naked ashes and tears — uncried (Dreamsleep: April, 2025) ...

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People say that you can’t tell the difference of a scream of joy from a scream of pain. A scream of pain is a scream of anger Guttural, loud, violent , Gunfire that is ricocheting Through your mind, body, soul. A scream of joy is a breath of fresh air, A sense of calm that is washed over you. While...

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The Moon weeps, not for me Not for my misery or lost dreams Not for my shallow self or missing memories Not for my mystery or burdens of thee Not because I am one with nothing Not in the years living in turbulent seas The moon weeps, not for me It weeps for the loss It weeps for the...

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On this shore of mystery The lights of the bay dance You sway to the rhythm The settling of a day's dust We are all starlight Shining from afar The myth-makers say Time is not held in the hands of man The sidewalk gives up its ghost Sliver shines in your hair, my child Dance the dreams of falling night We are all starlight ...

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An eerie wind blows through the decaying bushes on the outskirts, while a rusted door sways on its broken hinges. The smell of ozone lingers from thunder cracking in the distance, as heavy rain unleashes upon the abandoned prairie. A broken soul wanders the expanse, searching for any solace in...

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In the Garden of Beginings Projects failed or flowered, Left to grow or to wither Many being overpowered, Each an experiment, A blending of force Each left to follow its Own individual course. None were culled Without good reason Flowering and blooming For season after season. Experiment of dimensions Matter, time, force, space Some rising to exist briefly, Some at more sedate pace As the Universal Gardner, Glorying...

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Where rice fields once stretched, a vision arose, A dome of grandeur where spirit bestows. The Philippine Arena, a monument bright, A beacon of hope in day and in night. From humble beginnings, a nation's strong hand, Raised up a marvel, a jewel in the land. Steel and concrete, a symphony grand, A stage for the people where dreams understand. In echoes of...

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Silently, stealthily, slowly He strolled with great care So as to avoid the floorboard That would squeak And seal his fate Smiling, sweating, successful He slid past the enemy That could terminate The solace he sought And savored Sulking, seething, sitting He swallowed day old soup And dreamt of caviar That could soothe his craving And his sanity Softly, safely, soberly He slipped into serenity Without a struggle Into the shelter of...

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I was grateful for the love of family and friends But I was longing to hear your voice just once again Then I came upon a box that I had not seen There was a note that read ‘just a few keepsakes to you-from me’ I would recognize that handwriting anywhere It was from you, my beloved my dear I...

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Written on April 19th 2025 for Sara Jama's The Chaos in my Heart Contest I am wrapped in darkness, crippled by the chaos in my heart. Swallowing tangled foxgloves of regret, I spiral. Into a hays of eerie memories of his lemonade lies From the distance, the torchbearer calls— His voice a menacing howl, summoning my soul to...

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A vein in me narrows a little bit every day, I have tethered myself to shallow promises; strengthened my organs of clay, and deceived them to believe Forever is either momentary bliss or death. But then I heard a call in the blinding dust, echoing; I saw you assembling pieces of my skin, meaningless, disintegrated, ignored- And sewing them up considerately; A new...

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They call us snakes. Evil. Cold blooded. Cruel. Why would you say that when learning someone was diagnosed with a mental disorder that was out of their control? Oh, but right, you hear about it on crime shows and boisterous podcasts, so that makes you a licensed-to-judge therapist. You hear about it in shootings, thievery,...

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BREAKFAST EGG Thought reaches pinnacle plunges into its own mystery cracks open narrow self an eggshell passes personal truth into Cosmic Heart region of eternal life this is all which is was or ever will be egg melts into One time collapses we eat it on toast with salt and pepper Time re-emerges ©GhairoDaniels Poetry2025 ...

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v2 Hiding, riding in clouds You come down from Heaven Kissing leaves and flowers, filling streams Sometimes merciless…pouring Other times gentle…misting Sporadically invited, frequently intruding Persistently presumptuous You can be cool or warm Soft or hard You may clean our wrath Soothe our soul Quench our thirst Whether you come in showers or seasons Leaving puddles of sorrow or pools of joy One thing is consistent, absolute… You are always falling…...

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Do you feel the darkness? I don't mean dark thoughts or feelings. The dark, the stillness, the quiet. When you stand in the black of night, do you feel it? It starts as a calm, peaceful silence. You breathe in deep and exhale into nothing. The anticipation grows inside you. Is it something? Is it nothing? Is it emptiness? Then you realize, it's...

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