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. 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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  5. 3. Rising From The Sink

    • By Beth Chorley
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2014

    For 3 years, I have suffered through a mind and body destroying battle with bulimia. The poem exhibits my feelings of desperation and loneliness that struggling through an eating disorder can bring upon a person. I express the lack of restraint I have felt, up until my eventual rise from the depths of self-hatred to my elated 17-year-old self. Sometimes we need to lose the battles in order to win the war.

    Poem About Battle With Bulimia

    Crippling waves of anxiety smash against the sides of the boat.
    Broken pieces of the sailing structure fall away into the boundless space of the sea.
    The current is rough, and I realize I have chosen a destructive path.
    I look around at my deck. It is empty and I stand aboard unaided,
    which means I must face the tide alone.

    Trying to steer the ship into prosperous waters proves to be a task, and
    the fatal path has begun to take a grasp on my mind.
    My body trembles with unease, and the great force of the waves throw me across the deck.
    There is no one to help me and no one to save me.
    Do people want to see me fail, or they just not care?
    There must be a reason for my loneliness aboard the vessel.

    Infected with self-hatred and no idea how to steer my ship away,
    I see no choice but to expel my sustenance.
    Drooping my head overboard, I look down at the desolateness of the ocean.
    The ship has left my control, and it begins to lose restraint.
    At this point, I do not care; I do not know how to lead it into calm waters.
    I close my eyes and begin to purge
    over the side of the boat, and the vessel speeds into the storm.

    With one hand, I grip the sides of the boat; I do not want to fall in.
    Although it is unsteady, my ship feels safer than the openness of the vast ocean.
    With the other, I forcefully retch to abolish the goodness from myself,
    hopeful that it will teach me to navigate my boat into buoyant tides.

    I should be animated with panic, yet this is nothing new.
    The supreme waves begin to rip apart the boat, and I am knocked from my feet,
    left cast down on the floor.
    I know I want to get up and prevent the destruction, but my stomach throbs,
    my watered eyes are blurred, and my mind tells me to stay knocked down.
    Disturbingly, the reckless waves and frantic storms have become my reality.
    And then I feel the ship begin to descend into the great mouth of the sea.

    As the water fills up the deck and the waves smash down onto my person,
    I rise from the hard, wooden ground of the deck.
    I sprint down the sinking ship, with the edge of the boat in my sight.
    And I fall many times along the way.
    However, once again I rise with the open water in sight.
    Taking a leap of faith, I dive into the sea.

    The fresh water feels beautiful on my damaged skin.
    As I open my eyes in the ocean, I see no wreckage or sign of the destruction of my boat.
    Swimming up the surface, I feel the beaming sun on my body, and I enjoy the warmth and comfort it gives me.
    I turn onto my back among the calm waves and shut my eyes,
    but I can still see the bright sun above me in the sky.

    I have cracked, but I will not be broken.
    I do not fear falling because I do not fear living.
    The deeper I sink, the higher I rise.

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  6. 4. 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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  7. 5. 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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  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

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    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. 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.

    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 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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  10. 8. 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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  11. 9. A Broken Family Tree

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

    Tradition Poem

    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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  12. 10. 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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  13. 11. 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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  14. 12. 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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  15. 13. 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).

    Grandfather Clock Watching Over Family

    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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  16. 14. Love Is

    • By Jessica
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2015

    This is what I see as love in general.

    Metaphor Poem About Love

    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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  17. 15. The Calm Before A Storm

    • By Shana
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems May 2015

    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.

    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
    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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  18. 16. 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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  19. 17. 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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  20. 18. 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.

    Strong And Inspiring Like A Mighty Tree

    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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  21. 19. 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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  22. 20. 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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