Symbolism Poems | Examples of Symbolism Poetry

A lost sheep wanders... The shepherd once wonder; In the jungle of silent Lion, ...

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I'm trapped in this cave Enslaved by a legion of chains Your puppets jeer and taunt Painting the wall as droplets fall The cobra dance in the flame Scarlet and velvet choke the air Till a heartbeat broke in the lair Creeping echoes from the deep Stir my memories from their sleep Her eyes hollowed Her heart borrowed You .... whore, let it ..... rain! Volcanic...

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Inspired by the USPS "19th Amendment: Women vote" forever stamp (2020) They stamped her face– like that could contain her fire. Purple, white, and gold– not colors, but warning, wrapped around a marching soul. She didn't walk, she moved like thunder– every step cracking silence, every breath remembering the women who weren't allowed to speak. They called her too loud. Too much. Too wild. But she was...

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Good-bye… Simply a word? What essence is encased Within this single utterance? The alchemy of optimism? The enigma of uncertainty? Good-bye… A blend of hope and the unseen? Fracturing moments of farewell? Aromatic vows dissipating In the fluxes of fate? The chiaroscuro of existence? Good-bye… A poet's silent elegy Where love, loss, and longing Converge and dissolve? A kaleidoscope of emotions, promises Distilled into a single breath? Good-bye… ...

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Peace holds trouble at woman's subtle cheek: Pale, inviting and warm enough to kiss Attentively with regards, seeming freak. Shielded close to her open lips, eyes seek Patiently... so moment goes not amiss, Peace holds trouble at woman's subtle cheek. On top her chest's fountain lies tips so meek, Choice could travel its miles without a hiss, Attentively with regards, seeming freak. Labelling tricks...

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A cocooned cacophony of crickets serenades overgrown fields, drowning out the creaking of rusted cars long since abandoned. Maroon and sable tents blot the dilapidated ground— bloated and weathered, strips of fabric flapping in the harsh elements. Legends of wraiths wander, replicating whispers of infected insanity. Laughter lingers in...

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F acades of whorls and aches I ncantations of dents and ridges N umbness felt, freezes and pleat G entleness of touch, rubbed so neat E mblems of lights and shades R olling like thunder of glades P rinted souls of innocence R ampage of hailed magnificence I nk of spirited blood N ascence cloaked from ancestral shroud T attoos of...

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Who knows how Net turns ten Now own to won Off arm to mar The sunshine of four That rise to grow Their sheep fur Just like ours As long as bride's gown Unlike a fairy tale bird Whose ribs are light Off bid to plead the sky To help pin its way up Without its mother's tips Not to get nip by the wind Unto the back...

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after still I Rise by Maya Angelou They said, "too loud, too wild, too much"— so she learned to burn with a softer touch. But thunder lived behind her face, and silence wore her fiercest grace. They carved her worth in smaller space, then crowned it "grace" to know her place. But she was made of deeper things— not ribbons,...

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after Alone, by Edgar Allan Poe We understand you Poe, You saw the world through a darkened lense-- The passions you sought were from a spring that was filled with pleasures most twee--- One's sorrow is uniquely painful from another's, don't fret now Poe, for there is worse to come-- That is not true Poe for the Ravens who know you won't let...

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Friendship doesn't always mean having contact daily But yet it's like the calcium in your dairy It strengthens the core of your body It is there to prevent you from braking Hearing your voice makes my heart rejoice I'm counting my blessings at that moment The smile I do get to see once in a blue moon Can reflect a message like...

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one look full of longing later in the glow of electric lips a brush with the unknown... those were the French films of your youth your concomitant struggles for love rambling through the summer heat gliding in the seaside breeze down in the deep dead blue to yearn, to be strangely stranded among the widowed twin tides in your sleepy demeanour still craving your only...

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You died today, three years ago. Which is when I wrote down this date with a brief note. Katrina died. Yeah, that was all I could fit inside, on the month and date in this small box with a space below your exit time. So it’s there. Centered, where I scribbled down inside, an...

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The seeds of imagination, once planted in my mind, now grow a forest—trees with trunks stretching from earth to sky, like the Tower of Babel... yet these seeds rest unconfused in my spirit. Thoughts of greatness turn my dream into a rainbow— beautiful, colorful, and wonderful— a revelation that lifts me onto a well-decorated horse, strutting on a rug laid for royalty and majesty. Without...

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They say the scent begins in bloom, But I have felt it in the fold– where petals hide, and shadows loom, not where the colour are bold. It lives between the bloom and  bruise, a hush the sunlight doesn't see. It stays with those who never choose, to shine, but still learn how to be.  I found it's centre,...

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