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21. Vibrant Colors

My name is Paul, and the one woman I loved judged my looks rather than my heart.
- By Paul T. East
- Published: July 2016 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Don't Judge Me

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.

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.
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22. An Ocean Of Memories

This poem uses metaphors to create a strong sense of structure, which helps it flow. Each stanza compares a family member to a object in the ocean.
- By Kimberly L. Briones
- Published: June 2006 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Analysis of Form and Technique

My family is the ocean around us.

My father is the hurricane,
knocking anything and everybody out of his path.

My family is the ocean around us.

My father is the hurricane,
knocking anything and everybody out of his path.

My mother is the sunshine after the storm (my father),
clearing and calming everything else.

My oldest brother is the sand,
kicked and blown away by my dad,
but warmed with care by my mom.

My oldest sister is the breeze in the wind,
cool, quiet, and there when you need her.

My other two brothers are the stingrays,
dangerous,
but also willing to fight anyone who comes along.

And I,
I am an old ship at the bottom of the sea,
lost, abandoned, but full of memories.
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23. 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.
- By Veronique
- Published: November 2015 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Poem About All That Love Is

Love is pure like a
white wedding
gown.
Love is honest and

Love is pure like a
white wedding
gown.
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
fragrance.
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
sunrise.
Love comes and goes
like your favorite song,
wonderful when it begins,
and sad when it
ends.
Love is the light that
shines on the dark
places.
Love is real and not
predictable.
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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24. A Tree

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.
- By Poorvi Anchalia
- Published: July 2015 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Poem Comparing Life Stages To A Tree

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

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
ROOTS!!
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25. Though All The Fates

Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862) was an American author, poet, abolitionist, and historian. Ralph Waldo Emerson was Thoreau’s neighbor, mentor, and friend. Both had Transcendental ideas, which was the American version of Romantic Idealism. Transcendentalists believed in focusing on the spiritual instead of material concerns. They believed society had tarnished the purity of an individual. Themes of Transcendentalism can be found in this poem. Though something seems firm and unwavering, you don’t see what is happening below the surface. Staying true to who we are will pay off in the end and keep you from destruction. This poem is made up of rhyming couplets.
- By Henry David Thoreau
Though all the fates should prove unkind,
Leave not your native land behind.
The ship, becalmed, at length stands still;
The steed must rest beneath the hill;

Though all the fates should prove unkind,
Leave not your native land behind.
The ship, becalmed, at length stands still;
The steed must rest beneath the hill;
But swiftly still our fortunes pace
To find us out in every place.

The vessel, though her masts be firm,
Beneath her copper bears a worm;
Around the cape, across the line,
Till fields of ice her course confine;
It matters not how smooth the breeze,
How shallow or how deep the seas,
Whether she bears Manilla twine,
Or in her hold Madeira wine,
Or China teas, or Spanish hides,
In port or quarantine she rides;
Far from New England's blustering shore,
New England's worm her hulk shall bore,
And sink her in the Indian seas,
Twine, wine, and hides, and China teas.
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26. Daydream

The man in the poem is daydreaming about his youth and a love from long ago. He wonders if she still thinks about him. He longs for his youth while pondering his mortality.
- By Douglas J. Olson
- Published: October 10, 2022 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Reminiscing About A Love From Long Ago

Where did all the flowers go?
Falling leaves in colors show
Spring is but a memory.
Distant dreams come over me.

Where did all the flowers go?
Falling leaves in colors show
Spring is but a memory.
Distant dreams come over me.

Where do all the rivers flow?
Autumn leaves in colors know.
Yesterday is just a dream.
Can you hear it whispering?

I can feel the afterglow
Of a time so long ago
When the sun could only shine
Beyond the shadows of my mind.

Yesterday is just a dream.
Can you hear it whispering?
Love is but a memory.
Distant dreams come over me.
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27. Harmony

I grew up on a farm in the mid-west. Our neighbors were the same as we we were, Scotch, Irish, and English. I never knew what prejudice meant until we moved to California where there were many nationalities. I'm thankful for my original upbringing and never developed a prejudice towards those with different nationalities. It is so sad to see the hurt that it can bring. I tried to teach my children tolerance and understanding.
- By Alora M. Knight
- Published: December 2018 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
The Need To Be More Tolerant

Outside my window flowers bloom
In a rampant disarray.
They pay no heed to color schemes
In their wonderful display.

Outside my window flowers bloom
In a rampant disarray.
They pay no heed to color schemes
In their wonderful display.

I thought I heard a pansy say
In a low voice to a lily,
"I simply do not understand
Why human beings are so silly.

They will argue about color,
They will argue about size,
They even seem to disagree
About the shape of someone's eyes.

Though we're crowded in together,
There never seems to be
Any sign of agitation,
No disrespect that I can see."

An ageratum said,"You know,
Though I am low down on the ground,
I never feel that I am less
Than the tallest flowers around.

It is too bad that people
Cannot seem to realize
They should listen to their hearts,
Not just depend on ears and eyes.

It would help them understand
How much joy there then could be.
Accepting everyone as equals
Would give their lives sweet harmony."
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28. The Mask

I wrote this poem back in 1997, I just came across it while going through some papers. I hope that you enjoy it.
- By Charlene Valladares
- Published: November 2012 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Different Faces To Hide True Feelings

I look in the mirror at the beginning of each day,
and ask myself what mask should I place on my face today.

No not the sad one it's too revealing,

I look in the mirror at the beginning of each day,
and ask myself what mask should I place on my face today.

No not the sad one it's too revealing,
I don't want to show the world my true feelings.

For the mask that you can see
camouflages the true me.

It's my public face that I remove each night,
when I bare my soul the mirrors light.

It's the one meant for only my eyes to see
it speaks of all my history.

It tells of my youth and girlish ways,
my adolescents and my young woman's dreams.

It tells of good times of which I had my share
of love lost and pain so hard to bear.

So I choose my mask so carefully,
to cover the face that was given to me,
the one that was meant for only my eyes to see.
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29. Splashes Of Color

At times, life's trials and tribulations cast us into total blackness of night. However, when we take a few moments to ponder all the facets of our lives, we realize that life itself abounds with a multitude of colors. Each of these colors ultimately blends and reveals the beauty and essence of life.
- By Audrey Klatkiewicz
- Published: August 13, 2022 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
The Many Facets Of Life

Flecks of blue
Lavender delight
Morning gold
The black of night

Flecks of blue
Lavender delight
Morning gold
The black of night

Lush green meadows
Yellow rays of light
Fire red glow
Purple mountain might

Silver birds soar
White waves rise
Alabaster clouds
Baby blue skies

Orange sunrise shimmer
Mahogany forest lies
Rich brown soil
Mother Earth's prize

Cotton candy pink
Bright magenta strife
Harsh jade moments
Opalescence of life
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30. The Calm Before A Storm

This poem is about how I feel toward someone, not knowing if he meant the things he said and did or if it was all just an act. I still don't know, but it was worth it. I hope this poem shows how I felt...still feel for him.
- By Shana
- Published: May 2015 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Poem Comparing Love To A Thunderstorm

I hate the way you remind me of a thunderstorm
The way the violent wind, rain, and lightning shake me...
You shake me
And yet I find myself unable to resist stepping out into the madness

I hate the way you remind me of a thunderstorm
The way the violent wind, rain, and lightning shake me...
You shake me
And yet I find myself unable to resist stepping out into the madness
Not having the power to run for cover
The lightning that flashes across the sky, lighting up the clouds
That's your smile, your laugh
The way it lights me up
The thunder that calms me
Draws me to you
The way everything about you is dark
The same peaceful dark in the fury of a storm
The warm rain that pours from the sky
Washes over me like a kiss
A kiss that shuts my body down
Unable to think, breathe, feel anything but you
A kiss that shuts me down like a power outage
The thousands of rain drops soak me
They remind me of a thousand thoughts that drown me
I think I could fall for you, maybe I could love you, I know I adore you...
When the lights come back on in the morning,
I look for you...
I find traces of you, here and there...
But in the moment
I think you tricked me into believing that you were something that would last
I miss the serenity that you gave me
The calm in your arms
It was so much like the calm before a storm
Oh, and did it ever storm.

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31. Butterfly

Poem About Needing Love. A tale of love and a butterfly.
- By Crystal R. Kordell
- Published: February 2006 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
A Tale Of Love And A Butterfly

I was sitting on the bench in the park one day,
And saw a butterfly coming my way.
I opened my hand, and to my surprise,
the butterfly landed; consumed in cries.

I was sitting on the bench in the park one day,
And saw a butterfly coming my way.
I opened my hand, and to my surprise,
the butterfly landed; consumed in cries.
I asked the little one, "What is wrong?"
and then the little one began to sing me a song,
"The sky is dark and my days are grey,
and there's nobody here to lift the clouds away."
I sat there quietly for a moment or two
and then I had decided what to do.
I looked at that butterfly that was consumed in cries,
and told her promptly, "I tell no lies.
Your skies are dark and days are grey
because you have no love to light your way."
The butterfly finally stopped her crying,
opened her wings and went off flying,
I sat on that bench until it was dark,
and then I finally left the park.
day after day had long since passed,
I thought I'd seen that butterfly for the last,
and then on a nice and sunny day,
I heard a little voice say to me, "Hey."
I turned around, and to my surprise,
there she was with her 3 little butterflies.
I stared in awe as she spoke to me.
She said to me, "You've set me free,
you've lifted the dark from the skies,
and now I see no grey through my eyes,
I want to thank you for all you've done,
and to let you know that you're our number 1."
And after that she flew away,
and I haven't seen her since that day,
but now that I know her troubles are done,
I continue walk in the warm summer sun.
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32. We'll Take Fall Together

While not a studied or even dedicated poet, I have turned to verse on many occasions to express an otherwise difficult to describe emotion. I read once that Robert Frost wrote that a poem begins as a lump in the throat. I suspect that is true. This particular poem was inspired by a walk on a path in a wooded park and a picture I took of my parents walking together ahead of me.
- By Gary Davis
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Poem Of Nostalgia And Aging

Shall we take Fall together,
go sifting through the fallen leaves
and gaze upon the golden hues,
while waiting for the freeze?

Shall we take Fall together,
go sifting through the fallen leaves
and gaze upon the golden hues,
while waiting for the freeze?
We walk a little slower now,
our warm days have all but gone,
we will have to bundle up,
now that Fall has come.

Shall we take Fall together
and talk of Summers past?
Our cold season seems to have begun.
unsaid we know it can't last.

When we go back I'll make a fire
against this evening chill.
I'll watch the light dance on your skin
recalling the passions of back when...
and marvel at how you stir me still.

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33. Seeds Of Growth

A poem about the cycle of life. We are all intertwined and help others grow.
- By David Rivera
- Published: September 2006 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
A Poem About The Cycle Of Life

Water the seed, and a plant will grow.
Feed the plant, and a tree will grow.
Give a tree room, and it will bloom.
A seed to a plant,

Water the seed, and a plant will grow.
Feed the plant, and a tree will grow.
Give a tree room, and it will bloom.
A seed to a plant,
A plant to a tree,
A boy to a man,
A man to a father.
Care for the boy, and the man will grow.
Teach the man, and a father will grow.
I see my boys.
I see my joy.
Care for my boys, and I, the man, will grow.
Teach me, my boys, and your father will grow.
You can't have the tree without the plant.
You can't have the plant without the seed.
I can't be a father without being a man.
I, the man, can't be a father without my boys.
The cycle of life.
The man, the boys, the father.
The seed, the plant, the tree.
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34. Once And Now

Fourteen years ago, a good friend and I became separated due to uncontrollable circumstances. This poem is about the experience of searching for a special person and the day of finding them.
- By Mike Critchfield
- Published: January 2011 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Poem About Finding A Lost Friend Again

As a cloud wafting through the sky,
Blowing with the wind,
Never quite complete in form,
Ever sought, ever evading.

As a cloud wafting through the sky,
Blowing with the wind,
Never quite complete in form,
Ever sought, ever evading.

Gust after gust reforming, renewed,
Sometimes to dissolve away.
Then again to be reborn,
In a completely different view.

When finally the formation full,
The shape and lovely hue,
And sweet rain from it fall,
In a promise of sunlight anew.
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35. Fringed Lily

This poem is about the longing to be free, to be able to be adventurous and explore the world.
- By Talia Baken
- Published: July 2016 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Wanting To Be Understood And Appreciated

I gracefully bloom in July,
Clothed in a delicate silk,
Fringed with a delicate lace,
Sprinkled with the color of milk.

I gracefully bloom in July,
Clothed in a delicate silk,
Fringed with a delicate lace,
Sprinkled with the color of milk.

I desire to be free like the butterflies,
Floating and fluttering where they please.
I yearn to explore the world
And be as adventurous as the bees.

The wind blows me left and right,
But I am rooted to the ground.
The soil holds me prisoner,
But I hope one day I'll be found.

One day I may be discovered.
Gentle hands may reach down,
Free me from my prison,
And admire my beautiful gown.
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36. The Fields Of Happiness

Everyone wonders what life really does have to offer and wonders what the meaning of "The Perfect Life" is. The truth is there isn't one.
- By Courtney
- Published: August 2009 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Garden As A Metaphor To Happiness Poem

People say it is a field,
A lovely field of happiness.
With flowers spread,
Throughout this field.

People say it is a field,
A lovely field of happiness.
With flowers spread,
Throughout this field.
Skies,
So clear and blue.
The sun,
Shining ever so brightly.
Birds chirping as if it were
The first of spring.
Rabbits hopping around
As if they could go on
For forever and eternity.
As the creatures enjoy,
Enjoy this wonderful place,
For it makes everything
Joyful, exciting, and happy.
A dark cloud has come,
Taken up the rays of sunlight.
With one cloud,
Brings many clouds.
The flowers,
Have now died,
And weeds
Have taken their place.
The skies
Are no longer clear and blue.
The sun
No longer shines with the rays,
The rays from the heavens above,
Instead it rains,
Rains as if it were meant to do so.
Birds no longer chirp as if it were
The first of spring.
Rabbits don't feel the need to hop,
For they won't go on,
For forever and eternity.
People say it's like a field,
A lovely field of happiness.
They don't understand,
For every field of flowers,
There is a single weed,
That one weed eventually spreads,
And takes over the flowers
Replacing them as if
They have never existed.
For every time,
It is sunny and blue,
There will always be
That one small, dark cloud,
Hovering right near by.
There is no such
Thing as a lovely field of happiness,
Every field has its flaw.
It is a field everyone lives in
Some point in life.
Once you are in this field,
There is no way of escaping,
There is no way in making it perfect,
For there will always be that one,
That one weed or cloud,
Standing in your way,
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37. Love Is

A short yet wise poem about love
- By T.M.L
- Published: May 2008 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Love Is Like A Candle Poem

Love is a burning candle
It's not always easy to handle
It burns, but it's still beautiful
And it makes celebrations oh so meaningful

Love is a burning candle
It's not always easy to handle
It burns, but it's still beautiful
And it makes celebrations oh so meaningful

It's a sunset
Burning with romance
A song...
That makes you want to dance...

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38. A Butterfly

The poem "A Butterfly" is dedicated to my Grandmother Eva, who has since passed over to Heaven. She is my inspiration. She was a person I could tell my secrets to, a person who would cheer me when I was sad and help me up each time I fell. My grandmother always looked to the positive in life, and although she is now on her journey into the afterlife, she still comforts me in spirit and in my dreams. I am never alone because my grandmother is with me always.
Love you, Grandma...
- By Silvia Burley
- Published: July 2015 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Poem About Being Comforted By Grandma's Spirit

A caterpillar walks in beauty
through the sunshine and the rain,
leaving sweet memories
to ease away the pain.

A caterpillar walks in beauty
through the sunshine and the rain,
leaving sweet memories
to ease away the pain.

In time her image changes,
and yet her soul remains the same,
returning to the heavens
from that in which she came.

A butterfly of beauty,
dancing upon the reef,
softly whispers to me,
comforts me in grief.

Do not cry for me.
Together we are one.
My love for you shines brighter
than the ever glowing sun.

Her beauty, the brightest colors,
gentle touch of love,
fluttering wings casting light,
shining through the clouds above.

A caterpillar walked in beauty;
a gentle soul was she.
Alas, she is now a butterfly.
Yet she'll always be Grandma to me.
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Metaphor Poems - Page 2

21. Vibrant Colors

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

22. An Ocean Of Memories

This poem uses metaphors to create a strong sense of structure, which helps it flow. Each stanza compares a family member to a object in the ocean.

23. 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.

24. A Tree

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.

25. Though All The Fates

26. Daydream

The man in the poem is daydreaming about his youth and a love from long ago. He wonders if she still thinks about him. He longs for his youth while pondering his mortality.

27. Harmony

28. The Mask

I wrote this poem back in 1997, I just came across it while going through some papers. I hope that you enjoy it.

29. Splashes Of Color

30. The Calm Before A Storm

This poem is about how I feel toward someone, not knowing if he meant the things he said and did or if it was all just an act. I still don't know, but it was worth it. I hope this poem shows how I felt...still feel for him.

31. Butterfly

Poem About Needing Love. A tale of love and a butterfly.

32. We'll Take Fall Together

33. Seeds Of Growth

A poem about the cycle of life. We are all intertwined and help others grow.

34. Once And Now

Fourteen years ago, a good friend and I became separated due to uncontrollable circumstances. This poem is about the experience of searching for a special person and the day of finding them.

35. Fringed Lily

This poem is about the longing to be free, to be able to be adventurous and explore the world.

36. The Fields Of Happiness

Everyone wonders what life really does have to offer and wonders what the meaning of "The Perfect Life" is. The truth is there isn't one.

37. Love Is

A short yet wise poem about love

38. A Butterfly