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.

44 Metaphor Examples in Popular Poetry

  1. 1. 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.

    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 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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  3. 2. 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.

    The Many Facets Of Life

    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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  5. 3. 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.

    Staying Strong And Growing Into A Beautiful Person

    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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  6. 4. 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.

    Exploring Life's 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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  7. 5. 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.

    Metaphor Poem For Unappreciated Love

    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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  8. 6. Through Rain, Through Shine

    • By Amy Cao
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems June 2019

    Although the love of a father may not always be obvious, it is always there behind you, watching over you as you grow. This concrete poem or shape poem is dedicated to my father who isn't here by my side every day, but he gives me unconditional support all the time. Whenever I need him, he always there, ready to hear out my problems.
    Dear dad, Happy Father's Day!

    Concrete Poem A Metaphor For Supportive Dad

    A
    Grand oak
    A majestic figure
    Always standing straight
    Shielding the children from heat
    Watching baby squirrels as they play
    Giving bugs and mushrooms a home to live
    Smiling as generations of friends lean by its side
    An umbrella for the park bunnies when storms come
    Even if the sun does not rise tomorrow, it will be there, just like
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  9. 7. 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.

    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.

    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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  10. 8. The Tree

    • By Paul T. McMahon
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems June 2018

    I work as a paramedic and like to be inspired by depth and meaning. More focus in society ought to occur around the importance of being creative and the unique gift of oneself that each of us has to offer. I wrote this poem about 17 years ago.

    Metaphor For The Cycle Of Life

    Once a tree spoke to me in words of color and grace.
    It said to exist it had to persist in its purpose to have its place.
    In hues of green it said it had seen many a year and season
    With interesting features like other creatures, which added branches of reason.
    Diversity flourishing, nature nourishing participants on life's stage.
    Constantly changing and rearranging turns the evolutionary page.
    Death and birth for mother earth, two sides of the same coin.
    Are lessons learned when the tree is burned? In front of the hearth they join
    To warm their feet in its radiant heat it protects and it shelters,
    And mother earth's womb feeds its seeds to once again shade when summer swelters.

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  11. 9. Note To Self

    A short inspirational reminder to flow with changes.

    Metaphor For Dealing With Change

    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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  12. 10. 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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  13. 11. 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.

    Heartbreak Like A Dagger

    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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  14. 12. Sun And The Moon

    • By Sierra S.
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems June 2017

    I was home alone thinking about the sunset I saw at the beach and was inspired to write this.

    Love Knows No Distance

    Oh, what a sweet love story, the sun and the moon.
    The sun lights up the earth, searching for her love,
    Only to recede into the soft ocean tides.
    Just as her love, the moon, does the same shortly after she's gone,
    Drawn by her light.
    He shines small beacons up in the night,
    That the sun sees and races to dawn,
    Only to see that her love is gone.
    Oh, what a sweet love story, the sun and the moon.

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  15. 13. 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.

    A Mighty Storm Made From Anger And Betrayal

    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
    Shipwrecked.

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  16. 14. Autumn Memories

    • By ANANJO
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems November 2016

    Out walking on a blustery autumn day, I saw a rose shedding its petals. It reminded me of tears falling and made me think about dreams and hopes fading when a relationship ends.

    Things Coming To An End

    The rose weeps a tear
    For the close of the year.
    Leaves whisper the turn
    While bonfires burn
    Their memories of kinder times.
    And swallows yearn for warmer climes.

    Spring hopes are flayed
    As bitter winds lash
    False memories.
    Promises made
    Blacken to ash.

    They shiver and weep,
    Fearing winter's long sleep.

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  17. 15. 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 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.

    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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  18. 16. Fringed Lily

    • By Talia Baken
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems July 2016

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

    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 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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  19. 17. 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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  20. 18. 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.

    Poem About All That Love Is

    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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    Love is a many splendid thing,
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  21. 19. A Butterfly

    • By Silvia Burley
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems July 2015

    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...

    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.

    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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  22. 20. 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.

    Poem About Skin Color

    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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