Metaphor Poems

Metaphor Poems

Metaphorical Poems

People have used metaphors since the birth of mankind. Metaphors are a way to get around censorship as well as to help us see truths that we may not be able to face if they were stated plainly. It is a way to accentuate beauty as well as pain through this medium of the unstated comparison. When you are reading an appropriate metaphor you are immediately drawn between the truth of the comparison that is being alluded to. The ability to understand metaphoric language opens the key to poetry of tremendous beauty.

46 Metaphor Examples in Popular Poetry

  1. 1. Mighty Oak

    I wrote this poem many years ago when I was grieving my grandfather's death. He was a published poet and the light of my life. I saw him as that oak tree. He was always so strong, and his faith never wavered. He taught me so much about life and love and family, but most of all about Christian faith. He will be forever missed, but someday I will meet him in heaven, and until then this will always be my tribute to Caleb Fowler, the greatest man I ever knew.

    Stand tall, oh mighty oak, for all the world to see.
    Your strength and undying beauty forever amazes me.
    Though storm clouds hover above you,
    Your branches span the sky
    In search of the radiant sunlight you
    Count on to survive.
    When the winds are high and restless and
    You lose a limb or two,
    It only makes you stronger.
    We could learn so much from you.
    Though generations have come and gone
    And brought about such change,
    Quietly you've watched them all,
    Yet still remained the same.
    I only pray God gives to me
    The strength he's given you
    To face each day with hope,
    Whether skies are black or blue.
    Life on earth is truly a gift.
    Every moment we must treasure.
    It's the simple things we take for granted
    That become our ultimate pleasures.

    Strong And Inspiring Like A Mighty Tree, Mighty Oak

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  3. 2. Rose Painted

    • By Paige
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems June 2015

    This poem was inspired by the movie The Help. The main idea of the poem is how people look at people's skin color and judge them.

    If I were a Rose painted black,
    would you cast me aside
    like blackened, burnt rice?
    Would my color tarnish my sweet smell?

    If I were a Rose painted black,
    would the richness of my ebony petals
    make me unworthy
    of being called
    a Rose?

    If I were a Rose painted white,
    would my ivory petals be worth more than silver?
    Would my sweet smell captivate
    a room welcomingly?

    If I were just a Rose,
    sweet-smelling and vibrant
    and your mind was blind...
    would my color matter?

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  5. 3. Love Is A Mirror

    • By Quinn
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems August 2017

    There was a girl that I put all of my love into but got nothing in return.

    A sharpened dagger stabbed in his heart,
    Ripping in two, ripping apart.
    It took only a few words, but her words cut him deep,
    Stealing emotions, making him weak.
    A two sided mirror true in reflection,
    A double edged knife cutting connections,
    A place in his heart forever reserved
    For the one that he loved but didn't deserve.
    She twisted the dagger; it tore him apart.
    She stole what was left; she stole a broken heart.

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  6. 4. A Broken Family Tree

    A metaphor of a family to a tree, each branch integral to the whole.

    I am one of many
    Small branches of a broken tree,
    Always looking to the ones above
    For guidance, strength and security.
    One little branch trying
    To keep the others from breaking away.
    Who will fall?
    And who will stay?
    Now I stand alone,
    Looking at the earth through the rain,
    And I see the broken branches I knew
    Scattered about me in pain.
    There are those who have taken an ax
    To the root of our very foundation
    And who have passed this destruction
    Down to every new generation.
    If I could take that ax,
    I would toss it deep into the sea,
    Never to return again
    To harm the generations that follow me.
    I am one of many,
    But alone I will go
    And plant the new seeds
    Where a beautiful tree will grow.

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  7. 5. Promises Of A New Day

    The sea is a metaphor for our inner desires that are stirred when we reach life's crossroads. Like the sea, the future possibilities are both intriguing and daunting. Our desires can taunt us to plunge into life and let it take us where it will. Yet, fear also cautions us about the risks and dangers of failure. The real shame isn't failing but in never trying and making new discoveries that enrich us. One day, we'll either wonder what might have been or be glad we explored new possibilities.

    The perpetual cadence of the vast sea
    Stirs a restless desire that engulfs me.
    Like an infinite force I dare not impede,
    Briefly rushing in - only to then recede.
    Beckoning me to leave life's safe shore,
    Into deep waters of mystery and lore.

    The seagulls' cries seem to taunt me,
    To follow them over the endless sea,
    Where I'd be free to spread my wings
    And discover the new life the sea brings.
    Yet, fear holds me fast to a familiar place,
    Away from the unknown trials I may face.

    Even the ocean's waves seem to conspire,
    Relentlessly calling to stoke curiosity's fire,
    As they rumble ashore with impatient haste,
    Swirling about my feet with purpose chaste,
    Urging me to follow as they return to the sea,
    Leaving a luring trail of life or its relics for me.

    Shall I boldly explore the sea's possibilities,
    Or allow imagined worries to be liabilities?
    Although I cannot foretell all the sea offers,
    The strong desire to enrich my mind's coffers
    Begs me to obey the sea's enticing siren song
    And let its wandering currents carry me along.

    As the day slowly wanes on the sea's horizon,
    I ponder the sea's glittering trail to the sun,
    Inviting me to watch its vibrant dying light,
    Before the day's life gives way to the night.
    Still, I lingered a while after it faded away,
    Wondering about the promises of a new day.

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  8. 6. Love Is

    • By Jessica
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2015

    This is what I see as love in general.

    Love is a walk in the rain at night,
    Two hands holding onto each other tight;
    Love is honey on a pair of lips,
    Onto a tender heart it drips;
    Love is a soft and gentle touch;
    Your heart, a child's hand may clutch,
    Love is a song that stains the air,
    Dead or not, it's always there;
    Love is both the sun and moon,
    Across the sky, like stars, it's strewn;
    Love is a tree of abundant fruit,
    Giving and serving with every new shoot;
    Love is a document, faithful and strong,
    To one another, now do you belong;
    Love is a river that rages with passion,
    Finding ways to calm pools no matter the fashion.

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  9. 7. Endure Like A Tree

    • By Alicia Quetzalcoatl
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems May 2015

    I love my niece very much, but sadly, my sister took her to live far away. My heart breaks when I talk to her on the phone because she is going through a tough time, and I can't comfort her. I wrote this poem for her on her 10th birthday.

    To get through life you have to endure as a tree does.
    When Mother Nature tries to bring you down,
    You will never fall; you will stand your ground.
    You will encounter burning flames.
    Yes, it will be painful and hard,
    But once it's over and done with,
    Your bark will grow back stronger than ever.
    When your leaves start to slowly leave,
    Never fret, there will be more to take their place.
    They'll come and go throughout your life,
    That's just how it is.
    From the time you're a seedling to the time you're mature,
    Your roots will always be there to support you.
    After many years,
    After enduring forest fires and changing leaves,
    Your own saplings will fall away to start anew.
    Then you'll know not to worry,
    They'll grow into tall, strong trees,
    Just like those before you.

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  10. 8. Skeletons

    • By Debbie Grenier
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems June 2011

    A child sexual abuse survivor looks at where she is at in life. Lots of Metaphors in this sad poem about skeletons left locked away in a closet.

    The welcome mat outside my door
    is dusty, old & worn
    'cuz people have been entering in
    since the day that I was born

    Most people find my home
    to be secure, peaceful, fun
    A place you can be yourself,
    hang out, enjoy the sun

    The walls are splashed with color
    each room's a different hue
    The halls are adorned with pictures
    Some old, some new

    There are lots of empty guest rooms
    At your beck and call
    But there's one room that's off-limits
    The one at the end of the hall

    This room is the oldest,
    been empty many years
    Now all it holds is memories,
    of pain, lost innocence, tears

    In the back stands a closet
    locked many years before
    A door that will never be opened,
    padlocked to keep it secure

    Have you ever heard the sound
    of rattling bones?
    It's an eerie, creepy sound
    when on and on it drones

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  11. 9. Shipwreck

    • By Devavrat Bishwa
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems January 2017

    This is about how people change so quickly, how you trust them but they leave you shattered. This poem is about how your most trusted friend can leave you shattered in pieces and scattered in all emotions.

    Like a gentle wave, you swayed against my ship.
    With a gentle breeze, you guided me forward.

    As the sun sank into the ocean,
    Light quickly turned into an endless night.

    Your clouds surrounded my night sky,
    Covering all the stars.
    You moved as fast as lightening,
    Yet roared as loud as thunder.

    Your anger, formed as a storm,
    Filled the night sky.
    Your gentle touch turned into piercing thorns.
    You left me on the sand so sore.

    As the moon set upon the horizon,
    Dawn broke and filled the sky.
    You left me on the sandy shore,
    Yet I never asked why.

    I came, I stayed.
    I fought and cried,
    And in the end I was left

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  12. 10. Note To Self

    A short inspirational reminder to flow with changes.

    Be like the willow that bends,
    shade that it sends,
    peace that it lends.

    During the breeze
    its leaves will appease
    and shift with ease.

    Enduring, alluring, maturing.
    Be like the willow that bends.

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  13. 11. Fog

    “Fog” was part of Carl Sandburg’s first poetry collection, Chicago Poems, published in 1916. Sandburg wrote simply and was known to use the “language of the people.” This poem was no different. He used simple imagery, personification and a metaphor to compare fog to the movement of a cat. Sandburg was inspired to write this poem when he saw the fog roll in to the Chicago harbor.

    The fog comes
    on little cat feet.

    It sits looking
    over harbor and city
    on silent haunches
    and then moves on.

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  14. 12. The Spider And The Fly

    "The Spider and the Fly" is a poem by Mary Howitt (1799-1888), published in 1828. The story tells of a cunning Spider who ensnares a Fly through the use of seduction and flattery. The poem teaches children to be wary against those who use flattery and charm to disguise their true evil intentions. The gruesome ending in this cautionary tale is used to reinforce the important life lesson being taught.

    "Will you walk into my parlor?" said the spider to the fly;
    "'Tis the prettiest little parlor that ever you may spy.
    The way into my parlor is up a winding stair,
    And I have many curious things to show when you are there."
    "Oh no, no," said the little fly; "to ask me is in vain,
    For who goes up your winding stair can ne'er come down again."

    "I'm sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high.
    Well you rest upon my little bed?" said the spider to the fly.
    "There are pretty curtains drawn around; the sheets are fine and thin,
    And if you like to rest a while, I'll snugly tuck you in!"
    "Oh no, no," said the little fly, "for I've often heard it said,
    They never, never wake again who sleep upon your bed!"

    Said the cunning spider to the fly: "Dear friend, what can I do
    To prove the warm affection I've always felt for you?
    I have within my pantry good store of all that's nice;
    I'm sure you're very welcome - will you please to take a slice?"
    "Oh no, no," said the little fly; "kind sir, that cannot be:
    I've heard what's in your pantry, and I do not wish to see!"

    "Sweet creature!" said the spider, "you're witty and you're wise;
    How handsome are your gauzy wings; how brilliant are your eyes!
    I have a little looking-glass upon my parlor shelf;
    If you'd step in one moment, dear, you shall behold yourself."
    "I thank you, gentle sir," she said, "for what you're pleased to say,
    And, bidding you good morning now, I'll call another day."

    The spider turned him round about, and went into his den,
    For well he knew the silly fly would soon come back again:
    So he wove a subtle web in a little corner sly,
    And set his table ready to dine upon the fly;
    Then came out to his door again and merrily did sing:
    "Come hither, hither, pretty fly, with pearl and silver wing;
    Your robes are green and purple; there's a crest upon your head;
    Your eyes are like diamond bright, but mine are dull as lead!"

    Alas, alas! how very soon this silly little fly,
    Hearing his wily, flattering words, came slowly flitting by;
    With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer grew,
    Thinking only of her brilliant eyes and green and purple hue,
    Thinking only of her crested head. Poor, foolish thing! at last
    Up jumped the cunning spider, and fiercely held her fast;
    He dragged her up his winding stair, into the dismal den -
    Within his little parlor - but she ne'er came out again!

    And now, dear little children, who may this story read,
    To idle, silly flattering words I pray you ne'er give heed;
    Unto an evil counselor close heart and ear and eye,
    And take a lesson from this tale of the spider and the fly.

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  15. 13. A New Beginning

    • By Troy Martin, Jr.
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2006

    We watch with bated breath as our children spread their wings, fearing that they will fall and become dejected.

    A little egg under her mother's wings.
    Yet to be born into the world of things.

    A crack and a pop, out she came.
    Old and new, it was all the same.

    Well nourished by mom, she began to sing.
    Ready to learn of life and everything.

    Innocence of new, she started up her flaps.
    Not knowing of life and all its traps.

    Mother watched on, with a big chuckle.
    As she sprang out of the nest with no buckle.

    Back and forth, she swayed on the ground.
    As her mother watched for danger all around.

    She tried and tried until that day.
    Fly she did, but not in a graceful way.

    The day came, like mother knew it would.
    For her child to fly away, like she should.

    Off towards the horizon, fling she went.
    Mother watching from afar, knowing it was time well spent.

    Many times, the hailstorms of life beat her down.
    Sometimes in flight, all the way to the ground.

    Lessons well learned, she still lost her way.
    Fluttered home to mom, with nothing to say.

    Under mother's wings once more, did she heal.
    The grace of mothers, no one can steal.

    By grace did she heal, down to the core.
    Ready to take on life and its challenges once more.

    She flew from the tree, mom proud to see.
    She became the strongest sparrow that ever would be.

    The eagles bowed down, had nothing on her, by the way.
    She flew, glided, and boy, did she soar that day.

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    Yes it touches to my heart. As we are the parents who do this for our children to make them strongest on earth.

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  16. 14. Stout Sprout

    • By Hannah R. Soummers
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems April 2020

    I grew up in a broken home, and I am very sensitive to my surroundings. I view the world in a poetic form. My childhood was like the death of a flower only to form a cocoon at the top for a butterfly to emerge. I have my wings now. I'm ready to fly.

    A sunflower will grow
    With much beauty to show,
    But the wind must blow,
    Which brings the rain and the snow.

    Shivering from the cold,
    Waiting for her leaves to unfold.
    Much too tender to hold,
    Although all her petals are gold.

    With roots in the ground,
    She won't make a sound.
    She feels she could drown,
    'Til the sun comes around.

    Standing strong with much height
    And a little darkness from night,
    She finds clarity in the light.
    Growing taller, for that she will fight.

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  17. 15. The Grandfather Clock

    • By James Sielschott
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems September 2014

    If you are a glass half empty person, you will see the clock as forgotten and forlorn. If you are a glass half full person, you will see the clock as it has completed its task in life and can move on. Its family has grown and left the nest. Either way, the outcome is the same. The clock finds its final resting place as we all do. This poem represents my Grandfather (Navy man, depression generation, diagnosed with a bad heart).

    In a dusty, dark corner of a very old house,
    sits the tall, wooden worn out clock.
    It has seen its share of memories and pain,
    keeping perfect time with a tick and a tock.

    From weddings to funerals, losses and gains,
    sorrows and days filled with fun.
    What once was brand new, through the passing of days,
    has wrinkled and faded by sun.

    With busy days past, the clock sits at its post
    as it has done for years before.
    The breezes from the front door, infrequent at best,
    cease moving across the wood floor.

    Tired now from its lifetime of work
    watching over the house, was this clock.
    As the sun now sets on another arduous day,
    the peaceful clock gives its last tick and last tock.

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  18. 16. My Boat

    I think sometimes in love, there's somebody who gives far more than their partner does. This poem is about those who aren't appreciated for their devotion.

    You were my boat, sleek by design.
    I was your jetty, one of a kind.
    We were deeply in love and made for each other,
    And I promised I'd never harbour another.
    We endured many storms, some big, and some small,
    And I stood firm for you through them all.
    And no matter how fierce those winter winds blew,
    I'd withstand the force and keep hold of you.
    Your delicate nudge when the weather was fine,
    Your smooth polished body, pressing up against mine.
    I was the happiest jetty in all of the sea,
    And I couldn't believe that you'd chosen me,
    But over the years I watched our rope fray,
    And I could see you were slowly slipping away.
    The knots that we'd fastened were no longer tight,
    But I tried to hold on with all of my might
    I couldn't survive without you by my side.
    I never gave up, oh how I tried.
    Then came an angry, tempestuous storm,
    And the minute it passed, you were suddenly gone.
    That day you left me was painfully bleak.
    I stood there, heartbroken and structurally weak.
    I had braved the conditions for so many years.
    Now my timber was heavy, sodden with tears,
    My pylons gave way, the wood didn't float,
    And slowly I drowned still in love with my boat.

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  19. 17. The Rose

    • By Billie Jo
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems May 2013

    I wrote this poem as a free verse assignment a while ago. I believe it inspires you to never give up on who you are because you're beautiful as yourself.

    The sun went away
    The sky went black
    Up came the wind
    I fell on my back

    It started to rain
    I began to sink
    Then I lifted my head
    And took a drink

    I perked myself up
    And said "please don't cry"
    And wiped off my petals
    Until they were dry

    The clouds soon parted
    And out came the sun
    The beauty in me
    Has only begun.

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  20. 18. Vibrant Colors

    • By Paul T. East
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems July 2016

    My name is Paul, and the one woman I loved judged my looks rather than my heart.

    Don't judge my cover; it's not mine.
    I was given this to wear for the duration of my time.
    Over time it has become creased, ripped, and worn,
    A once perfect canvas the day I was born.

    Even the corners are rounded and jaded.
    The vibrant colors that once were have now faded.
    Deep inside there are pages missing.
    I wish that one day you would sit and listen.

    Turn these pages slowly and rewind time,
    For it's down to you to make up your mind.
    Gently close me; be careful of my cover.
    Then place me back on the shelf for someone new to discover...

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  21. 19. Love Is Real

    Love has a way of changing. Love comes and goes, but when it comes, it changes your life. It can also make you lose yourself.

    Love is pure like a
    white wedding
    Love is honest and
    real like your heartbeat.
    Love has its own
    way of arriving like
    the seasons.
    Love makes you smile
    for no reason.
    Love is like your
    favorite flower,
    which covers the
    world with its
    Love is a remedy;
    It's joy for those
    wounded souls.
    Love is like a volcano;
    it's not apologetic,
    and it flows
    without resistance.
    Love is like fire that
    burns in the core
    of the earth.
    Love is a paradise
    where two hearts
    overflow with delight.
    Love is a beautiful
    Love comes and goes
    like your favorite song,
    wonderful when it begins,
    and sad when it
    Love is the light that
    shines on the dark
    Love is real and not
    It never tells when
    it arrives, and you can
    never know when it
    will go away.
    Love is a mystery.
    It's unseen but real,
    as the wind is not seen
    but felt.

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  22. 20. A Tree

    • By Poorvi Anchalia
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems July 2015

    I started taking an interest in the environment and became aware of the happenings around the world. One day I was peeping outside the window, and suddenly my eye stuck on a small plant near my classroom, and that was when I wrote this.

    I enter the earth as a small plant
    Tiny and helpless like an infant
    Then I grow up and become as active
    As a school child
    Very strong and very wild
    Then comes the stage when I am of middle age
    Commanding and brave
    Like a sailor who can withstand the gigantic waves
    After a few years I turn old and my growth becomes slow
    And I start to lose all my beauty and glow
    In my younger years I was healthy and fresh
    Now my health is in a bit of a mess
    But whatever age I am, I'll not stop giving you fruits
    Unless you pull me out of the soil by my

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