Tags metaphor
TumbleweedA Poem by nadia dmitriA grandmother promise, you’ve come to see you are the intruder |
Knife BlockA Poem by nadia dmitriShe had the desperation of a knife blockwithout knives |
A Whisper In A HurricaneA Poem by nadia dmitriI keep conjuring up metaphors, is that all I am now? |
WaterfallsA Poem by nadia dmitriFor a moment I don’t have to pretend |
I Was Painting YouA Poem by Thomas W CaseLove makes the world go around. |
Paper.A Poem by KillianAbstract. My attempt to hone the feeling I was currently experiencing. I started using a metaphor for Pencils/Paper and I just ran with it I guess. ID.. |
The Miner's CanaryA Poem by nadia dmitriNow only loved for the value of her death |
Use Your WordsA Poem by nadia dmitriI think now my words use me |
Not Worship, Nor HungerA Poem by nadia dmitriI have learned that if it looks, sounds, and feels like begging, then it is. |
GirlhoodA Poem by nadia dmitriThey want you, but at what cost? |
A Hot Cup of Boiling WaterA Poem by nadia dmitriSo I burn |
Gravity’s Inevitable LessonA Poem by nadia dmitriI marvel at the mundane horror of daily Winter commutes |
Soprano CriesA Poem by nadia dmitriI keep thinking about all the ways I could go crazy right now. |
shirisato beachA Poem by zain danyalWarning: descriptions of wound/blood |
quiet, quiet, quiet pt. 2A Poem by zain danyalThe maudlin walls looked at me and I smiledI've been here all my life and I have never wanted to leaveEvery door looks the same with the same number: .. |
OuroborosA Poem by nadia dmitriConducting an autopsy on my wasted potential |
unbearableA Poem by zain danyalI want to believe that I am not the pit in my stomachAll my friends are drowning and the sky is no longer blue but the colour of our eyes and our emac.. |
Kitchen PartyA Poem by nadia dmitriHe told me his name but I couldn't hear it over the noise |
In the AtticA Poem by Thomas W CaseCheck out my book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems on Amazon.com Thomas W. Case poetry reading February 13, 2024 (youtube.com) |
The Monster In The CornerA Poem by nadia dmitriIt looks at me like I am a mirror on the wall |