Simile Poems

(love is like)
Love is like a painting
filled with all colours and shades
love is like a bleeding heart
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My father is a quiet man
With sober, steady ways;
For simile, a folded fan;
His nights are like his days.
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A pretty girl
is like a simile
and vice-a-versa
so I'd say
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NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk.
A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith!
We ought to have our Abbey back, you see.
It's different, preaching in basilicas,
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When the swordsman fell in Kurosawa's Seven Samurai
in the gray rain,
in Cinemascope and the Tokugawa dynasty,
he fell straight as a pine, he fell
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Intoxicated by the inspiration
Of his trade—
With mental powers at work,
A true poet rarely sleeps.
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If one could bridge the distance with a word,
A journey would become a pilgrimage.
Elegant letters slant across the page.
My leaf has found a home upon your coat.
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One thing that literature would be greatly the better for
Would be a more restricted employment by the authors of simile and
metaphor.
Authors of all races, be they Greeks, Romans, Teutons or Celts,
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"Oh, dear, with the just unfolded tender leaflets of Mango trees as his incisive arrows, and with shining strings of honeybees as his bowstring, the assailant named Vasanta came very nigh, to afflict the hearts of those that are fully engaged in affairs of lovemaking...

"Oh, dear, in Vasanta, Spring, trees are with flowers and waters are with lotuses, hence the breezes are agreeably fragrant with the fragrance of those flowers, thereby the eventides are comfortable and even the daytimes are pleasant with those fragrant breezes, thereby the women are with concupiscence, thus everything is highly pleasing...
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Dear Thomas, didst thou never pop
Thy head into a tin-man's shop?
There, Thomas, didst thou never see
('Tis but by way of simile)
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What did we say to each other
that now we are as the deer
who walk in single file
with heads high
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('Regno, Phylum, Classe, Ordine, Famiglia, Genere, Specie')

A piedi nella boscaglia, nel tardo pomeriggio: tortuosi percorsi di
Primavera fra Plantae et Animalia.
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LA DIVINA COMMEDIA di Dante Alighieri INFERNO


Inferno: Canto I
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Ne Rubeam, Pingui donatus Munere
(Horace, Epistles II.i.267)
While you, great patron of mankind, sustain
The balanc'd world, and open all the main;
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You never heard tell of the story?
Well, now, I can hardly believe!
Never heard of the honour and glory
Of Pardon, the son of Reprieve?
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Christopher Robin and Pooh walked slowly down the path in the woods, treading on the occasional crackly twig.

'CR...' said Pooh, 'What's a Poeh Tree? Is it the same as a Poem, or a hum? '
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I saw you yesterday with that brave smile on your face, and it cut
I tried to look your way with a reassuring smile, but still it cut into me
Both of us now, you with the tears fought back, me with a heart that could so easily crack, as I saw you yesterday with that brave look upon your face
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Sighting her in opposite mirror
Like a boundless poetic mirage
Finding no words I surrender
To the beauty unfolding its image
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LA DIVINA COMMEDIA
di Dante Alighieri
PURGATORIO
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[Scene, the 'Snuggery' at Tappington.-- Grandpapa in a high-backed cane-bottomed elbow-chair of carved walnut-tree, dozing; his nose at an angle of forty-five degrees,--his thumbs slowly perform the rotatory motion described by lexicographers as 'twiddling.'--The 'Hope of the family' astride on a walking-stick, with burnt-cork mustachios, and a pheasant's tail pinned in his cap, solaceth himself with martial music.-- Roused by a strain of surpassing dissonance, Grandpapa Loquitur. ]

Come hither, come hither, my little boy Ned!
Come hither unto my knee--
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Amo il colore dei fiori, in essi mi ci specchio. Amo il rumore del vento, mi fa paura se c'è tempesta. Amo i colori dei frutti, di essi mi delizia anche il profumo. Amo essere coccolata con il suono di una voce compassionevole. Amo il mare quando è liscio come l'olio, così mi diceva il babbo. Amoil mare nostro che è piccolo e di là c'è un'altra terra simile alla nostra. Amo la pace e la gloria infinita delle anime mie.
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Is there a metaphor for simile? Is it like a simile? Your love is like a red, red resurrection; A resurrection is a resurrection is a resurrection. Synchronicity. A simile is like a symmetry is like a kind of tree that grows meaning fruit by planting word seedlings that come from a different tree, stolen from someone else's windowsill, the Yggdrasil can pollinate at will a parallel, and bend it to suit its purposes, clothing with nuance an alien object tailored to flesh out an aspect like a foundling thought in basket that might have been abandoned, like a simile, in otherwise colorless discourse
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Sweet rose, thorny stems
Lover's Endearment's emblem
My true love's simile
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I wanted to write a poem with a simile,
and tried for a long while.
Somewhere, somehow, it lost an 'i'
and all I had left was a smile.
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Cool Simile
March 9, 2023

As soft as feather
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challenge if you can write in verse
and make your lines rhetorical
put in if you can make stanzas out of allusion
let others feel you can smile in simile
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The amazing author pens poetry,
Using words of wisdom from deep inside,
Inserting metaphor and simile
Where figures of speech endlessly reside,
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Happy birthday, dear Emilie,
A phrase compares two unlike things;
The author's use of simile
Is good as what the sentence brings.
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The body implicates the
philosophy for lullaby. Something
sleeps between moons. A simile wakes.
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The foolish lovers
Spreading fingers
The indiscreet lovers
Fixing each other's eyes
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