Tags : metaphor

Radiance, for Dylan Thomas

Radiance, for Dylan Thomas

A Poem by Michael R. Burch


Radianceby Michael R. Burchfor Dylan ThomasThe poet delves earth’s detritus―hard toil―for raw-edged nouns, barbed verbs, vowels&rsqu..
Melancholic

Melancholic

A Poem by Chara


Sad is such an ugly word Depressing is even more uglier For me, the word sad should be redacted It shouldn’t even be uttered In parties and..
The Mermaid Tears

The Mermaid Tears

A Poem by JEG


This mermaid can't make up her mind....
Strings

Strings

A Poem by Chara


for the memories/ people that we keep on holding on to
A Gentle Wave

A Gentle Wave

A Poem by Eli Thomas


Just a metaphor.
Haiku: original and translations

Haiku: original and translations

A Poem by Michael R. Burch


Haiku: Original Haiku and Translations byMichael R. BurchAscendance Transcendenceby Michael R. BurchBreaching the summitI reachthe horizon’s las..
another little self-talk

another little self-talk

A Poem by LJ


second try at this poem, also helped by max, a 'real' poet
what happened?

what happened?

A Story by emily


just something that happens to me frequently. i needed to put it into words.
clair de lune

clair de lune

A Poem by emily


a poem about a song that means a lot to me.
Breaking in Silence

Breaking in Silence

A Poem by J.M. Santós


Sometimes it happens this way. In this quiet, yet wreckless way where you have one drink one night. Two the next.. five the night after. Not reali..
Dying star

Dying star

A Poem by CheekyChoco


This is about a son coming to terms with the death of his father, narrated through the lens of science fiction.
"Nuts!"

"Nuts!"

A Poem by roarke


I don't think there is a description....
Mansion of the Pacifist

Mansion of the Pacifist

A Poem by MidnightSeraph


I wrote this poem to try and describe how it feels to have a dissociative disorder.
Evolution of the Metaphor

Evolution of the Metaphor

A Story by penhive


This traces the ideas about the evolution of the Metaphor.
Swinged, till her last breath

Swinged, till her last breath

A Poem by Vix


A Dedication to my swing on which I grew. It heard me, caressed me without being judgemental.

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