Examples Of Metaphors

Examples of metaphor poems compare two seemingly unrelated things and illustrate the similarities between them. If we compare a snowflake with human worries, we could say, Don’t flurry about life so much. Your grass will be seen when the southerly winds arrive.

Oftentimes metaphors are handy when writing a poem. Each of these fairly short metaphor poems has a brief description to host the poem.

Note: Some poems here are events that maybe did not occur somewhere in the world. Some of them are stories I wrote with people in mind.

Kindness is as

Kindness

Kindness is as fire

shared from between spirits

Kindness is as water

Finding a way, seen through

To extinguish dismay.

Kindness is as wind

That guides the largest sail

Invincible to day and night

Larger than the largest whale.

Kindness is as earth

A meek rock in a streaming river

Unrecognized by men who only shiver

Or the men who hold their tokens high

Only starring at the worth.

Yet the man who saw beyond the mirror

The place where waters glow

The meek rock lies and doesn’t expire

Chiseling at it, he found pure gold

Against the wind

Betraying a fire

Walking backwards from the water

He shared it with one he doesn’t know.

Rabbi Bergstein taught me how the smallest details are very important.

Hope

A man sucked on a lollipop

With the word “Hope” on the wrapper

The interviewer invited him in

“May I finish my sucker?

Yes, if that makes you happier.”

The employer saw the word “Hope”

Inscribed upon the wrapper.

Smiling he made a mental note.

As qualified as the others

He just seems a bit happier.

Their interview was concluding

The man threw away his sucker stick

The employer said, “Your hired.”

Hold on to that wrapper

Enjoy “Hope” lick by lick."

A relationship between two people is as

The River

The river was calm at first

As their paddles struck water

For some time their feet banged with thirst

Wanting to know each other

Starting their flow in the river.

As they continued going

The rivers force grew stronger

Complexion mixed with flowing

While they both spoke longer

Going along with the river.

River rapids the two reached

And their warmth touched each other

Warmth that no teacher could teach

Untouched by the boats hover

Holding onto one another.

Once more the river was calm

And the water sparkled in spots

They realized the boat was gone

And as they looked down to plot

They saw that they had each other.

This poem is about a person who was like a candle when I met them fifty percent of the way.

A Candle 



Lost in darkness of that day

I saw a distant candle

Being that I saw a way

I requested the ladies handle.



I must have toiled half the way

To connect from such a length

Upon extending her my say

The lady bent over with sheer strength.



My wick absorbed her purity

I no longer realized that dark

When asked for my seniority

I just showed this glaring spark.

Noticing other people and what they do for us brings light to our world.

Frozen Pond

A certain man was as a frozen pond

Greeting townsman with a bitter "hi"

Frowning as the folks walked by

And there was this certain bond

And they didn’t know how to respond.

One day a woman came

And smiled to the man like blue sky

But in stillness, a cold, cracking "Aye"

Things were the same

And the ground was his aim.

A woman one time lost her purse

And the man left it at her door

She found it on a smiling floor

Not knowing who to reimburse

She slept relieved and went her course.

Another day the man was bitter

Now a woman walked with force

With flowery lipstick to enforce

Amongst the town in its chitter

With birds and vines to meet the glitter.

And than they met, with friction

A 21 foot deep impression

Ice serious in his expression

Softly, she said, “A man made my day.

He brought my purse, do you know his way?"

Than, as sun he saw her smile

His ice just couldn’t hold its place

A tear flowed from his face

Soft, she said, “A man made my day.”

Smiling in tears, he said,

“I am that man, And, you made my day.”

World Peace begins with our world.

World Peace Poem

I see you as my brother

Regardless who you are

Even if painted as sky blue

You have different sparks as a star

I accept you from close to far.

Oh how our ways are diverse

On eastern sands you eat goat and lamb

On western floors its meat, bread, and jam

Whether named Shalom, Salaam, or Sam

You say Kharouf we say lamb.

I see the man with a Taqiyah

Notice the quarter his sibling dropped

His brother wore a Yamikkah

The metal turned as lands flopped

Gave it to him, smiled, and Shalom, joyously hopped.

Space

In a place of emptiness

As darkness filling a room

The thought of a man

Giving a woman a rose

Causes the garden to bloom.

The thought of a ferocious wind

On that calm day

Is as a door that opens

To the bride and grooms shower

Where one fills space with a rare “hurray”

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Here are metaphors about life.

Life is a tree

With branches in several directions

Growing leaves, flowers, or fruits

Picked and swallowed with reflections

For further changes, for further corrections.

Life is a forest

Filled with scattered breezes

And delightful smell

Its branches are connected well

Many flowers have their leafy shell.

Life is a hike

Paths filled with roses and thorns

Cramped in sharp places

To make wise turns

Focusing on the roses and ferns.

Life is frozen water

A river attached to a pond

The surface paved with stillness

Looking beneath and beyond

Steady movement fills the bond.

This poem is about a roller coaster me and my middle school teacher Mrs. Becktold of blessed memory rode on in Cedar Point. Mrs Becktold took me to Cedar Point and we had fun together there.

Life is as a

Roller Coaster Ride

At first the ride was slow

Moving sluggishly upward

As I impatiently waited

For that exciting moment

When things start going downward.

Then we approached the line

And the suspense filled our lungs

While a ticking noise was felt

I saw myself on the top

And the bells in my heart rung.

The roller coaster dived down

The minutes turned to seconds

Our surroundings became still

Into a large illusion

Released of all our senses.

In this accelerating tunnel

Of no measuring motion

I wished to move much slower

But time would not allow this

I learned to see my position.

We have those times in life where we go through "A path of thorns" (Proverbs). This path of thorns can lead to a smooth path.

Life’s Mud

So I came to that point of thick mud

Looking down I just nodded

My ankles drenched in frowns

Shadows had to flood

One flower did bud.

A beauty my eyes didn’t recognize

Unfamiliar with its form

Standing still in the air

I began to realize

A chilled breeze in disguise.

When the bird sang that song

Couldn’t help but polish my cheeks

You’re a natural you know

I choose to clap along

This ball blossoms like ping pong.

Where’s the mud I once saw?

This is strange

A black gem in my hand

Wheres the law

Against churning up raw flaw.

In this next metaphor poetry we compare a human being to a tree. There are several figurative aspects relating a tree to a human being.

A Tree

He is as a tree deeply rooted

Within these years of soil

His trunk is muted

From harsh wind and toil.

These leaves of beauty dangle

Composing a green sea

Every tree has an angle

To share a memory.

Tree Grips

Two trees grew close by each other

One in a pond

Another in a forest

Branching side by side, as brother to brother

Arching above us tourists.

From different soils they branched out

Side by side in the wind

Swinging in bitter and sweet song

As brothers searching for a route

Side by side in the wind.

In the ponds wrinkling reflection

Birds flying in circling song

Branches reaching hard from dusk to dawn

In the ponds wrinkling reflection

Over a thin piece of lawn.

In space the two reached hard and wide

Swaying from larger and smaller heights

As brothers reaching hard toward each other

From wet and dry places with forward stride

As people grasping in higher heights.

In this next poem using metaphors we compare a butterfly to a person.

As A Butterfly


She began her struggle

Grasping edges leaf to leaf

And her inner buckle

Strapped her in from any grief.



This persistent endurance

Began awakening a spark

The lady started seeing hints

Even in the darkest dark.



One day, an event occurred

Causing a balance loss

Being that she had conquered

A cocoon formed from the toss.



She emerged and flew away

To another point

When reviewing that past day

She appreciated her standpoint.

In this metaphor poetry we see the power of words.

Farming Words


A man was given a bucket of seeds

To plant within His field

Each one to echo his deed

So his purpose be fulfilled.



Being that he had many

Not knowing where to start

Before the area was rainy

He proceeded with his part.



“So many seeds” He thought

“Perhaps I shall drench the land”

He then poured wherever he sought

Dancing amidst the sand.



The crop turned very ail

Until the Farmer returned 

He was given another pail

The planted weeds were scorned.



This time the man saw

Planting his seeds with care

From his observance of the law

The cropper enjoyed his share.

Baseball Words

He heard a ball bounce off these walls

Bearing a spectrum of light

The motion has a voice that calls

Just passed his way in delight

Tossed from a gentle height.

“Where shall this ball be passed?”

Those eyes searching for a place

Legs treading, walking fast

A request uttered from home base

“So let us fill that empty space. “

The spokesman ready with mitt in hand

Reserved in his stance

The object tossed, the outcome vast, AND

Crowds cheer from Greenland to France

From that motion came much romance!

This ball was placed in the pitchers mitt

The batter nervous but in good mind

“Am I ready to make it”

A doubtful curb the pitcher designed

A grand slam trophy as we rewind!

Has there been a time where you walked out with Mrs. Night and just wanted to hold her hand?

Walking With Night

She was alone as day went to work

The owls hoood on certain branches

Crickets chirped along the road

As night grew lonely in her dark abode

I caressed her thistles with a hand jerk.

Oh how quiet are her shady quarters

Gentle breezes to sooth her dress

A palace awaits the guest that seizes

The golden field that greets her breezes

Millions of waving tree supporters.

Than it came time to leave her chamber

The encounter was celestial

As that woman, Stars filled her sky

Sometimes harder to say bye

Her lipstick though can leave a cold burrr.

Riding away from lady night

I hope those stars made her smile

The caresses we had in lonely places

She has this twinkle that fills the spaces

Riding away from miss lady night

And her celestial delight.

Sometimes I don't like Mr. Winter but I know he means well and what results from his angry breath is warm.

The Warmth Of Winter

Winter harshly spoke his word

With a cold echoing tongue

His face bitter and awkward

As if he held a sword

From a distance the trees rung.

Charging toward me my skin was cold

Smiling from afar

Gripping me, his hands unfold

A gentle pat and I was told

A story from a star.

Dressed in a plain brown suit

With stripes of white, colorful mix

He spoke of his ladies sun suit

A change to bring Summer her fruit

Sown in grey fabrics.

So cold is the surface layer

In clashing breaths his tone

But when daughter Springs presence was known

Sent by Summer on her slayer

Ice tears melted in the conveyer

As they journeyed to the unknown.

We should see the positive more.

Frosted Slush

I saw this slush coated with mud

Thoughts of grey dimmer hours

As the snowflakes began to flood

The frosted slush began to bud

Like whitish looking flowers.

Looking closer at the flake

A crystallized gem

I can admit my mistake

Seeing the inner snowflake

Smelling winter without the cake.

How To Write A Metaphor Poem

A metaphor by definition is two unrelated things that are being compared to each other by connecting the similarities. I can give you examples of poems but that by itself won’t yield you a solid understanding. In the coming exercise I’ll briefly teach you how to write a good metaphor poem. For example, we can compare nature with a woman. We can say about nature, "your wind when we go hiking with you is a relieving back massage on this hot sunny day.

1. Get out a piece of paper and a pencil.

2. Seek the mass in your vicinity that your eyes see first.

3. Compare it to another element.

4. Alright, at this particular moment I’m in a room looking at a bookshelf. Several books are on it with many drawers. What is in these drawers?

Ok, now that we have information, how can we compose a poem containing metaphors about the book shelf? What about the shelf relates to something else?

The Book Shelf

There is this one shelf I pass

Who always bares his load

So much knowledge to amass

And learn from his every code.

Every time I learn his drawers

Another lesson is revealed

Within his life I saw new doors

That were once concealed.

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When composing a metaphor poem you should strive to create a generally meaningfully deep portrait. Poetry doesn’t require rhyming. The rhyme does spice the verse up, however.

One thing to avoid when writing a poem is force rhyming. You should always be in control. In order to avoid force rhyming, or rhyming just to rhyme consider the flow of the poem and let ideas flow naturally to you. Also, have in mind what you are writing about and find words that fit in those places.

Thought is likened to being in a dark basement with a candle. As long as you see your candle is lit, other candles are found. Once you have reached those candles words on paper begin to blossom.

Extended Metaphor

An extended metaphor is a metaphor that continues throughout the literature that follows. When writing a metaphor that I want to be continuous throughout my piece, I start with something like this. Example: "The river is a relationship, starting slow it began, and as our waters sped up, the rocks we encountered we surpassed again, to a joyous waterfall." When we write an extended metaphor our objective is to continue with the metaphor through the whole piece. Here's an example.

Hope

Standing amidst piles of snow

Stretching miles in front of me

Seemingly no where to go

Looking, looking, steps echo

Looking for a place to be.

Then, recalling southern tea

The snow began to glow

Hope is a blade in the sea

A grass blade warm as tea

Wavering in this snow.

Regardless of the depths that be

Wavering throughout rough wind

The color has this guarantee

This spree of dancing joyously

To reach that dividend.

The blade leans toward a prairie

Stretching miles in front of me

Standing tall, sweet as a cherry

Growing on a nearby tree

With fields of flowers and southern tea.

We meet our friends in random places after parting ways in school.

Lets meet again

Our journey is a river

We had our steady flows

Our rocky shiver

The hallway echoes

Where the water goes.

We should meet in the sea

Regardless where you are

There lies a rock where we agree

That rock we share from close to far

We overcame that jagged bar.

Lets meet again where rivers cross

Utencils in hand to note the blast

Together we will get across

To splash those edges in contrast

Like steady streaming from the past.

Our teachers are the as the gardeners of our lives who plant seeds of wisdom.

Student Teacher

In that seat where you sat

A spark will remain

You often wore your thinking hat

During class you failed to chat

Your example will sustain.

You taught your lessons well

As an eagle guides the birds

When questions rose you failed to yell

Diving for that answer bell

Rose your hand and grasped those words.

Thank you for the seeds you planted

Seeds of guidance with classmates

There is this song that will be chanted

And its echoes will be granted

Where another delegates.

Today's Happenings

"How are you"

A man passed me by far

Riding on his bike

He asked me “How are you?”

What does that mean ?

A man jogged passed me

Asked me "how are you?"

Kept going when I said , “good”

What does that mean?

What does that mean?

Do we know what we are saying when we talk?

When we talk do we know why we talk?

What does “how are you mean?”

When we speak do our words mean something?

Or are they just as a wind

A wind that hits us like closing a door.

What does “how are you mean”

And what should “How are you today mean”?

Vegetables- A statement of advice or correction that may taste bitter but be good for us.

Fruits- A statement of advice or compliment that is more pleasurable to swallow.

Note: If you see something here that you think can be improved please pass me a figurative vegetable. I like many vegetables and fruits.

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