Figurative Language Poems:

A.C.

Light blue and Me

A color like me

My hobbies, my views.

Light blue describes me.

Basic but can be portrayed differently.

It’s different but still blends.

It reminds me of the sky.

Like me, its casual and calm.

 

Light blue is my friend,

Were cool and different.

We are underestimated,

Light blue whispers, not raising its voice.

Speaking more of wisdom.

 

This blue and I are short,

But speak tall.

When we socialize, were friendly.

WHen we mix with others,

And If it’s the right mix,

It can make a pretty, cool purple

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Sunflowers

She’s beautiful

Her pale yellow hair

Wrap around her dark complexion

She’s tall and skinny

Wrapped in silk, green dress

She’s withered at night

Waiting for her mother sun

The bring her light

 

 

 

 

 

By: Alex Darlington

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Winter

I am like winter cold and most of the time a hassle

But i am also bright and fun 

I can be a bit overwhelming at first 

but get to know me and i can be kinda useful

I can be a mess some days

But be a beautiful sight on others

I can cause immense chaos 

But i can also put a smile on peoples faces

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Victoria Kelly

Mrs. Virgin

Creative Writing

27 Sept. 2019

Mockingbird

I am a mockingbird

Except I’ve lost one of my wings growing up

Therefore

I am the oddity out of the many

There are too many stories written about those others

Those others that are like me

One day

Possibly and someday it’ll be “tomorrow”

I won’t have to sacrifice myself

To the cruel words that still bring me sorrow

Then one day

I can copy your call to bring those alike to me

All the way back to me to prevent the

Trauma you handed

Then finally

I am going to be done telling the same colors of my feathers and my wings

To those who still destroy them to this day through countless weathering

Maybe one day

I will not be caged

And learn how to walk under one wing with my mother

Who slowly uncaged me

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Just like a tornado,

you tear up everything in your path.

 

Just like a thunderstorm,

you are loud and electrifying.

 

Just like rain,

one drop is a kiss on my forhead, but

 

just like a tsunami,

your wave knocks me down.

 

Just like a volcano,

you erupt in deafening noise.

 

Just like a hurricane,

your winds rip up my foundations, but

 

Just like a snowstorm,

you are beautiful,

 

and I’m obliged to love you

no matter how much it hurts.

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I am like a broken record,

playing the same song over and over,

never changing

my habits

my jokes

my peeves and pleasures,

except for the occasional

blip, skip, or scratch

that gives the record some individuality back.

 

I am a broken record

playing the same song over and over,

You may like my song at first, but

eventually I’ll drive you mad,

force you to put your earbuds in and

listen to a new song.

 

I am a broken record,

playing the same song over and over

very few can bear to listen to me

day after day,

but those that do

are priceless.

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Winter

A simple snowfall

On a cold quiet night.

Only lit by faint moonlight

And I can’t help thinking of

This field that I am laying in

Molded to the ground by snow and sins

Expecting peaceful serenity

But instead, embrace a loud calamity

The ringing my ears strive to make

Cause the ground around to quake

A single flake amid the storm

I fail to see that it’s the norm

To finally look upon the snow

Reflective of its dull white glow

That now enlightens me enough to know

That while the world is dark

And steady as she goes

Like a solemn ship on cold, quiet sea

I am swept by the calamity of the oncoming snows

A noise so loud yet so quiet at the same time

I struggle to sit down and make up my mind

To sit here and write this to find my kind

Who stare into the white abyss and start to hear rhymes

To hear a sound by sight alone

To topple mother nature on her icy throne

If you don’t get this, then I’m afraid you’ll never know

How it is

To hear

the snow.

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Home by Nataly Wilson

 

Home is in your head

Home is in your heart

Home is in your arms

Home grabs your hand

 

Home is a maze

So long, so repetitive

Home is a maze

So long, so confusing

Home is scared of me, I think

 

Home runs away from me

Or I might be run away from her

 

Home makes me feel so warm

With her soft hands she wipes my tears

A gentle kiss stains my lips

With a bitter after taste

 

Home is running away from me

 

She smells like caramel iced coffee

But tastes like alcohol

She moves me with her empathy

But alas I can not recall

 

I’m running away from home

 

Home is dark

Like midnight in the forest

Everything seems so peaceful

But she won’t stop stalking me

Home is like a hungry wolf

Hungry for my blood

 

I want to run away from home

 

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Just like water

I am a mystery

I can make a big impact

In many different ways

Rain,

Pour,

Storm.

The difference is intensity

I can be a big problem

Or a tiny inconvenience

 

Water is a source

Of life and transportation

They use me like they use water

A one way benefit

A the others drown

 

Water can be dangerous and safe

It has potential of destroying

But is also a home

 

I am water

Potentially problematic,

An overall mess,

And always ready to cause a storm.

2 of a kind

By: JX

I’m the sunlight.I see hope,the good in people

You’re like the dark clouds you see the truth,you know who are good and who to stay away from

I’m the pie in the sky idea,there is a chance that it works,However I always land on my face

You’re the realist,know how the world is and how its works

I am young,full of hope and dreams

You’re old,full of wisdom and stories that you need to share with the world.

I’m reserved trying to hide everything from the world

You are like the loudest guy in the world,shout every feeling,thought to the world.

Though we might be different in every other way

when we are together it’s fun,

When we are together we’re unstoppable

When we are together we can take over the world.

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L. Vipsanius 2

Me, Myself, and I
See words dash across my mind
Leaving thoughts of all kinds behind
Me, Myself, and I
Once asked my friends a question
To which I only remember being
Branded the most selfish person
Me, Myself, and I
Don’t remember I asked
To which my friends responded
Like a person had been murdered
Me, Myself, and I
Do remember the words in my mind
Words which quickened, quickened
As they left all sorts of thoughts behind
Me, Myself, and I
Asked, is it selfish to put yourself before work?
Despite having responsibilities to this Institute,
I also have a responsibility to take care of myself!
Me, Myself, and I
Asked, is it selfish to put yourself before others?
Despite knowing others have sickening feelings,
I have my own I must adhere to!
Me, Myself, and I
Asked, is it selfish to save yourself?
Despite wanting to save you, I need time.
Time to save myself, not you.
Me, Myself, and I
Might be selfish… but the words have quieted
As they pick up the thoughts they left behind
Me, Myself, and I
Love myself too much
To see me fall for you

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Fall

By Liticus (Pen name)

 

A massive minefield of broken, mangled mounds

Under the tall, solitary branches of childhood.

The fallen generation.

Unless some choose to live, in which those

Mounds do not last long.

Numerous souls are temporarily revived by the wind.

 

Scuttling along, several feet at a time,

Until they become trapped, with nowhere to go.

Continuing on, the wind leaves the corpses and husks,

Killed by The Destroyer of Ages, as well as their parents.

So many of them become lost and forgotten.

 

When the time comes again, for a new generation to be

Incepted, they will not know of their inevitable demise.

No survivors will be left.

Their souls then move on to more things.

Every one of them struggles to

Return to the source of their livelihood

 

In every generation, there are a few who choose to rebel

Such is life, as everything will be

 

Before the day ends, those souls will have lived their lives

Even like you and I

Tomorrow, they will rest peacefully, soundlessly, until

They dissolve into the ground, the grass, the dirt, and

Even the very air we breathe

Returning to where it all began.

 

Boy Crazy

Don’t hit up my phone

I rather be alone

What you want is known

I’m too grown & the same

“Relationships”

Have been shown

These boys only think of us toys

They make it seem like that’s their only joy

If you think i’m going to be

You’re whore

You can walk out that door

I’m tired of feeling stuck on the floor

Every heart break it pours,

Wishing that I could of been more.

Only yours

But I know you have other victims and just how,

You picked them

Two days later

You’re done then you ship them

You move on to the next

Cause all you want is sex

Pretty soon i’m going to get that

Late night text

But now it’s time to reflect

Why all this unneeded disrespect?

I shouldn’t bring myself down

All these boys have been with the

Whole town

Now i’m focused on bringing myself out

From under

And i’m better than ever

Showing that i’m strong

And all these dumb boys are always

Going to be wrong

So dont hit my phone

I much rather be alone

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Poisonous

Kayla Murrey

Long lithe limbs attached to glossy black stilettos make their way across the floor.

Smooth is smokey silk wrapped around the figure,

She wades through the mass of bodies.

Hypnotic is the intoxicating scent

It dances alluringly through the air with effortless grace, permeating the senses, targeting the nerves

Poisonous is its effect on the passersby.

Captivated by it they fall, madly, intensely, excruciatingly slowly, in lust.

The touch of lips against skin, caressing one another

Predatory like a snake, the lovers stalk, entice, and ensnare each other.

This fatal attraction is a hypnotic poison.