#Allegory

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  • profuselypoetryly 6w

    #start #wod #allegory
    Pic credit - Print from the Fine Arts America post on Pinterest

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    When flowers bloom at night,
    they hopefully, wonder will the Morning glories make one of their rare appearances with them tonight?

    Reminiscing how the glorious flowers occasionally bloomed at midnight, giving
    the predicables an unusually fright.

    When they didn’t consistently conform to
    what is populous believed befitting
    or timely right.

    Instead of being swept in admiration by
    the beautifully floral delight or in sympathetically awe considering
    what caused this unusual nightly sight.

    Pathetically, they reacted
    irrational and out of pure naïveté or purposefully with spite.

    In return, the Morning glory delicate petals basking in the heavenly moonlight begin to wilt under their frigid stares,
    steadily being devoured by their contemptuous frostbite.

    Up till this present day,
    only the empathically few are privilege by happenstance to glimpse these Morning flowers blossoming before the dawn’s
    pinkish light.
    ©poetryly

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    Relatively,
    Nature’s
    Reunion
    ©poetryly

  • seraiah_smiles 6w

    The Allegory of the Cave
    (by Plato)


    Two lovers found a way out of the cave.
    They saw the light and realities as they behave.
    Filled with joy even their faces couldn't hide.
    Back to the cave, they went, that people see Light.

    Alas! Under the gloom, the people said,
    "Your smile is a lie."
    Still, the two lovers continually journeyed,
    "Lo~ the soft face of love, if you wholeheartedly try."

    (Poem by Seraiah)

  • away_with_words 11w

    @writersnetwork @miraquill @love_whispererr
    #pod #unrequited #unappreciated #love #metaphor #allegory #ceesreposts

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    "Always Gardener, Never Rose"

    Always a gardener, but never the rose;
    As it's sung in songs, penned in purple prose.
    A lyrical lore often written before,
    But those aren’t the volumes I’m looking for!

    Those sad-settling scenes should be ignored;
    Taken from movies, strewn on cutting room floors.
    You can’t open minds by shutting the door;
    hopeful hearts will be reeling from what minds ignored.

    You toil with rake to get the bouquet,
    But fragrant fall flowers will wilt anyway
    They promise you blooms, leave only leaves the next day
    Finding you faltering, and stumbling to stay.




    ©away_with_words

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    "Always Gardener, Never Rose"

    Always a gardener, but never the rose;
    As it's sung in songs, penned in purple prose.
    A lyrical lore often written before,
    But those aren’t the volumes I’m looking for!

    Those sad-settling scenes should be ignored;
    Taken from movies, strewn on cutting room floors.
    You can’t open minds by shutting the door;
    hopeful hearts will be reeling from what minds ignored.

    You toil with rake to get the bouquet,
    But fragrant fall flowers will wilt anyway
    They promise you blooms, leave only leaves the next day
    Finding you faltering, and stumbling to stay.



    ©away_with_words

  • shailja33 19w

    You so clear,
    So vibrant and dear to everybody
    How do you feel being so popular?
    Asked plastic with envy to water.

    Not popular than you my dear,
    You are there everywhere, ask land and air
    and every human which generates
    you more and more day by day
    without worrying about
    the ensuing year,
    So, now you rule the kingdom
    asserted water in despair.


    ©shailja33


    #mondo #wod #pod #allegory

    @writersnetwork

    A very Happy Birthday Mirakee , you have no idea how many lives you are changing ����. @miraquill

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    Mondo

    You so clear,
    So vibrant and dear to everybody
    How do you feel being so popular?
    Asked plastic with envy to water.

    Not popular than you my dear,
    You are there everywhere, ask land and air
    and every human which generates
    you more and more day by day
    without worrying about
    the ensuing year
    So, now you rule the kingdom
    asserted water in despair.
    ©shailja33

  • loftydreams101 21w

    Pursued Through the Night's Cold Depths

    Falling in the surging brine
    Dragged down into the caverns
    By the swift drain of time
    ~
    Life’s anthems roll forward
    And onto the horizon
    Its melodies muffled
    In the cyclone below
    ~
    A few words crash through
    In a reckless dive
    Falling from lost vessels
    Charging for their own abyss
    ~
    A few notes crash through
    In pursuit of this dive
    To the nightmarish depths,
    Breaching through the grey dawn
    And its cold salt breeze

    © 2021 William Wright, Jr.

  • ananias 23w

    [Destitute]

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    Light pockets, what a heavy burden.
    An abscess within society.
    Collecting grime and crud. Living in filth and mud.
    Recession, behind what the eyes can see.

    Love's spoked wheels, duteously tread the soft surface behind which rotting infests.
    Inside my living body grows a tall stench of death.
    Inside my small mind grows reasons to be upset.

    I swear I've taken in poison, and I'm poised to show as well that I am too weak to hoisten myself out.

    I am kept in ruin.
    A minotaur of my own maze.


    ©ananias

  • devilfish 33w

    An American Flag

    Draped on the fresh white painted building
    In the midst of it's patriotic outfit
    A sunny day so they water the yards
    So thirsty the money they're drinking
    No masks
    Are they thinking?
    The time sand it's sinking
    Their fall is beginning
    In a summer dream
    A summer worth living
    ©devilfish

  • devilfish 35w

    Moon

    Moon High Melting It's Milky Light Into Night
    The street lights dance with my movement

    Necromancer as I prance congruent with my

     shadow

    Ego shining through my skin after swallowing it's

    Pride in every stride I scan my land with piercing 

    Eyes two that are for looking and one for me to

     see crystal clarity that I maintain 3 in perfectly

    Placed positions in my soul



    Blood 



    And every drop of it until all I have left is my contorted body



    My corpse bitten by my lack of remorse



    Can eat away at me most viciously



    That still wouldn't not stop me 



    I refrain from feeling sorry



    Stay far from me I'm a bomb of empathy 



    Pulsating with it's essence 



    It's presence and it's immensity



    Truth is a weight I can carry 



    Increasing in mass 



    In density 



    Condensing so pleasant 



    Like sugar cane in cake 



    A recipe and an increase of my 



    Power it's so overwhelming I shake



    But I'm built to filter the feeding of hate



    I'll scrape the scraps onto their plate no need



     to contemplate I cannot lose my stoic cape



    I don't share fate that's done 



    I can't place my empathy outside of me 



    I have places to see 



    Family that would miss me



     I'm one of three 



    I seen in every eye



    I see death lick at flesh with a flirtatious flicker 



    Licking at their skin 



    Their screams like tree bark grow thicker their 



    Ungodly grin that reeked of sin



    Before you wish for sunny days 



    Remind yourself of the desert 



    And it's animalistic rage that can only be self



     contained
    ©devilfish

  • anthonymusto 35w

    Supernova

    Moon High Melting It's Milky Light Into Night
    The street lights dance with my movement

    Necromancer as I prance congruent with my

     shadow

    Ego shining through my skin after swallowing it's

    Pride in every stride I scan my land with piercing 

    Eyes two that are for looking and one for me to

     see crystal clarity that I maintain 3 in perfectly

    Placed positions in my soul



    Blood 



    And every drop of it until all I have left is my contorted body



    My corpse bitten by my lack of remorse



    Can eat away at me most viciously



    That still wouldn't not stop me 



    I refrain from feeling sorry



    Stay far from me I'm a bomb of empathy 



    Pulsating with it's essence 



    It's presence and it's immensity



    Truth is a weight I can carry 



    Increasing in mass 



    In density 



    Condensing so pleasant 



    Like sugar cane in cake 



    A recipe and an increase of my 



    Power it's so overwhelming I shake



    But I'm built to filter the feeding of hate



    I'll scrape the scraps onto their plate no need



     to contemplate I cannot lose my stoic cape



    I don't share fate that's done 



    I can't place my empathy outside of me 



    I have places to see 



    Family that would miss me



     I'm one of three 



    I seen in every eye



    I see death lick at flesh with a flirtatious flicker 



    Licking at their skin 



    Their screams like tree bark grow thicker their 



    Ungodly grin that reeked of sin



    Before you wish for sunny days 



    Remind yourself of the desert 



    And it's animalistic rage that can only be self



     contained
    ©anthonymusto

  • devilfish 35w

    Shattered Glass

    Spring came
    And I feel the same sting
    From the ground
    As it devoured me
    I drown as my heart sinks
    In blame and bitter shame
    And my ears ring
    My tongue is tormented by the taste

    The pages of my past tear
    And the remaining are indistinct
    As I become less aware
    As my blood coats the sink
    As my thoughts drink my attention
    The deception before the drop off the brink
    Of my direction where it meets it's end
    Where the meaning is lost all my life
    In just one blink
    ©devilfish

  • devilfish 41w

    Valentine's Velvet Cape

    In morning sunshine haze
    And sunset
    with an iridescent glazea of a milky honeydew drop of the moonlight and it's lunar rays of of a twinkling gaze into the truth illuminated with moonbeams of empathy
    And motherly love holding your pain meaningfully and tenderly
    Encompass and envelop me in a blanket of safety
    For when I'm lonely and I need my own company in the intricacies
    The instances where I was not enough for me
    I needed that luminosity to fight the dark that tries of overcome me
    For that i will love me
    Self doubt won't knock me into the ground
    I won't sit i get back up and stay in tune
    I seethe fumes
    I breathe in red
    White
    Blue
    And blow it out in fumes that change hues and subdue the most angelic tune with a melody of a memory in nostalgic frames of time
    with me and you
    And you and me
    Intertwined and uncombined
    Somehow Apollo's light captured me as it emmites bright thoughts of insight myself and I smiled in delight
    And kissed the Moon goodnight
    In an uninterrupted slumber
    With time that doesn't divide and
    Limitless and passionate
    Felt in blissful energy we cannot see
    In the infinity

  • devilfish 42w

    The World is Hungry

    It's belly aches and it's body trembles
    It's well aware and well awake
    I cannot convey anything other than what the world doesn't take from me
    As it threatened me so menacingly
    Over my head
    Dripping gooey drool
    As if it wants to devour me?
    The past will never last
    And this is the time that's best for me to relapse
    Collapse
    Drown in an obsidian black
    In the Caspian Sea
    With a heart in my head of glass
    Clutching to my sunken chest
    A copper clasp
    I love until I dizzy from the tango until I tip my cap
    A hat made from the format of an Antarctic flame in an existential plane where I was and wane
    On the borders of the crested thoughts that drive me insane
    All these needles in my brain
    Stain after stain after shameful stain
    I crush it with all that remains
    And I cannot wait to end this game
    I'm tired of the hurt of this pain
    That was never mine to bear until I was aware and ensnared in a trap where my past laid it's card
    A spade it latched onto my thoughts I thought I was the one from something I've made
    Not gaslights I don't remember dipping my toes in the waters nor have I notice that my flow
    In swarms of locusts as I row down the stream
    Of your gaslight and it's ghastly godforsaken glow
    In time you'll know
    Let my words be the eyes of the crow
    That watched you below
    Karma is different from what you have ever known
    Get comfortable in your new home
    Of your false crown on your crumbling throne
    I never got to speak not even on the phone
    Just a dial tone as if I'm an orphan black and sad as I watch time go
    ©devilfish

  • away_with_words 64w

    @writersnetwork @mirakee #writersnetwork #mirakee #ceesreposts #ceesrepost #metaphor #allegory #analogy #dimensions #awaywithwords

    The pictured statement is, in my eyes, quite profound: as an analogy for why spiritual messages are often convoluted to decipher and, at times, confusingly explained to others.

    It also references the flexibility that allegorical language provides; it is truly as if the words move in totally new directions.



    Have you ever thought of metaphor dimensionally?


    What does "Metaphor is a three dimensional conversation" mean to you?










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    ©away_with_words

  • mj_lubna 72w

    When will this melancholic life come to an end?
    When will I see you my sunshine?
    Why are you so far away from me?
    Why am I just able to feel you?
    Why cant I come close to you?
    Why?
    Why?
    And why?
    ©lubna22

  • away_with_words 78w

    @writersnetwork @tomorrow_is_amazing @love_poet @secret_soul_108 @writerstolli

    #ceesreposts #repost #poetry #lovers #love #metaphor #allegory #shipwreck #sailing



    #Words:

    LOVER’S LINES

    Two hearts sail the same ocean
    without notion
    blind to their devotion
    both stricken
    in the same shipwreck
    above board and below deck.
    feeling a sun set
    not risen yet
    finding their way by 
    moon-sight, and candle light
    maybe they just might
    follow each other
    blind leading the blind
    as the clock unwinds, turning back time
    are these just memories of time they spent sleeping?
    surviving sweetly
    in the hours between 
    dusk and dawn
    pitch and yaw

    @away_with_words

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    LOVER’S LINES

    Two hearts sail the same ocean
    without notion
    blind to their devotion
    both stricken
    in the same shipwreck
    above board and below deck.
    feeling a sun set
    not risen yet
    finding their way by 
    moon-sight, and candle light
    maybe they just might
    follow each other
    blind leading the blind
    as the clock unwinds, turning back time
    are these just memories of time they spent sleeping?
    surviving sweetly
    in the hours between 
    dusk and dawn
    pitch and yaw






    ©away_with_words

  • away_with_words 96w

    Alliterative Evolution

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    From the Sun's early rays I beckon to the night -
    I pray to save my soul should I never see morn' light..
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    I awaken in a daze
    choking existential haze
    not like a leading actor,
    more like a rat a-mazed,

    I channel a curse: my never ending lust,
    for trust, it's a must -

    The levels of my ego, bottom to bust,
    await for calming silence,
    a dawn before my dusk.

    When I take the quantum stage,
    what
    will
    I
    see
    That I'm really just a victim of
    a
    false
    re-al-it-y?

    When curtains drop, lights go down,
    what
    then
    will
    I
    become?

    Will I be a lonesome cowboy,
    stranger with a gun?
    or a knight that likes to fight,
    never having fun?

    "To be" is not the question,
    for if my life's a game,

    To whit, I'll writ:
    For my wit...
    That's it!


    My wit, it fits the blame.
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    ©2020 away_with_words
    *Adapted from a piece by John Zito

  • away_with_words 98w

    “Allegory”
    ©2018 Away With Words


    Stark space, horizon lines;
    these words, a landscape;
    this pen, your eyes.

    The page, a world,
    despite the turns
    against the wind,
    a torch still burns.

    In words, you see
    expansiveness.
    Your heart, it yearns
    to tell me this:

    Though time will pass;
    It's me, you'll miss


    "Your prose, its pretty," you say to me.
    "But its colour fades, cast next to thee"

    "Its eloquent," you remark.

    "You're like a star; my words seem dark"



    ...and still I paint,
    brush metaphors;
    a canvas,

    once stark,



    is stark no more.

  • guafevc 117w

    Gathering

    All these dudes and my mom, they be gathering.
    She left us all in the car, she be straight trippin.
    I'm 4 years old in the car she in the house. Next thing we hear is straight moaning.
    I didn't know, but now I know she was she was straight running and training.

    I'm looking back on these memories from when I was five years old.
    I don't remember much, as I'm older at twenty-five.
    She ran a train and left me and my baby sis in a car.
    How can she say she a mom but actions say she a straight nothing now.

    Now before you think this poem is straight dissing.
    I'm just airing out my closet and seeing what's missing.
    Just going down memory lane, I know she straight be tripping.
    She a pill popper, I'm an alcoholic, pa does meth, we all be baking.

    I'm looking back on these memories from when I was five years old.
    I don't remember much, as I'm older at twenty-five.
    She ran a train and left me and my baby sis in a car.
    How can she say she a mom but actions say she a straight nothing now.

    The only time we come together for a gathering is if someone is buried.
    Memories, show she straight up abandoned me, as if I was already buried.
    She buried pa, until I was nineteen and found he was living.
    The only time we gather round is if someone is getting buried.
    So hello ma, hello pa, we gathering for y'all burial.

    I'm looking back on these memories from when I was five years old.
    I don't remember much, as I'm older at twenty-five.
    She ran a train and left me and my baby sis in a car.
    How can she say she a mom but actions say she a straight nothing now.

    A funeral we straight gathering.
    ©guafevc

  • poeticsoldier 134w

    Beneath the surface

    Free from mental manipulation
    Crucifixions and contradictions
    Free from:
    "Don't have sex until marriage"
    Life hurts but it's worth it
    When you dig
    Like a grave keeper
    Beneath the surface
    Trauma induced from a rotten core
    Spoiled like milk
    Hugged tight
    As a suffocated bird in flight
    Pressed down
    These waves of depression
    Envelope all of me
    Until I'm one with the water
    And no longer
    Will I ponder
    If I'm human
    Someone's son
    Someone's daughter
    I'm just a martyr
    A sheep to slaughter

    ©poeticsoldier

  • verminsavage 135w

    Nights at Raven's Haunt

    The rain beats down on window glass,
    Throwing transient shades on murky walls-
    Shades that flicker and tauntingly pass.
    Darkness blankets the corridors and halls
    And reverberates each footfall deafening.
    Thunder rages, glowers and rattling winds
    Breathe turmoil. Strange in happening
    When in the dark. Niches hide fiends
    And ridges turn into phantasmic foes.
    Ravens rap on windows, Grims howl. A sign
    Of ill. The only footfall that echoes
    In this haunting manor-house is mine.

    ©verminsavage