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Tag Archives: Metaphorical

Singularly enigmatic

28 Tuesday Jun 2011

Posted by Kavita in Poetry

≈ 39 Comments

Tags

Analogy, Contradictory, Different sides of anyone, Lady, Lover, Luna, Maiden, Metaphorical, Moon, Most eligible maiden, Multifaceted, One Shot Wednesday, One Stop Poetry, Phases, Phases of the moon, Relationship, Sides to a woman, Woman

Image credits: riamali@DeviantArt

Sometimes a mercurial drop
In an ebony ocean of fireflies
Sometimes a saucerful of cream
Waiting to be tasted by lovers’ eyes

Sometimes invisible
Too tired to acquiesce to a whim
Sometimes in full glory
With dazzle flowing over the brim

Sometimes a silver streak
Shying behind a greyzed veil
Sometimes a paper lantern
Throwing off glances yellowy pale

Sometimes a mystery
Abyssal.. in whom we willingly sink
Sometimes an open book
Written with clear magnetic ink

Sometimes an old friend
Guiding you when darkness surrounds
Sometimes a deadly foe
Invoking iniquity in sleeping hounds

Sometimes unreachable
Farthest from every known land
Sometimes in close proximity
Like fire in the cup of my hand


**Posted for One Shot Wednesday – the altar for poets! Offer your poems here… and feel blessed!!  This week, the team @ One Stop Poetry celebrate their FIRST birthday… yes, it’s 52 weeks since the first OSW.. yaaaaaaaaaaayyy! Happy Birthday y’all… and please accept this poem as a little gift from me… 🙂 Love y’all loads!!**

Blushing Blue

15 Sunday May 2011

Posted by Kavita in Poetry

≈ 100 Comments

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Analogy, Blue blood, Castle, Characteristics, Depiction of self, Fortress, Good and Bad, Grand, Luxury, Metaphorical, Palace, Poetry Potluck, Protected, Qualities, Regal, Royal, Royal blood, Self image, Self portrayal, Week 35

Image credits: turtle_rn@DeviantArt

Where tall doorways open to
a plethora of unspoken powers
Where winding stairs lead to
a patio of the wildest flowers

Where chandeliers of tears
hang from arched high ceilings
Where closed chests hold
a treasure of hidden feelings

Where impenetrable ramparts
guard all chambers of integrity
Where refined tastes coexist
with a fine dose of alacrity

Where portraits of memories
carefully adorn long corridors
Where mysteries wait to be
unearthed from marbled floors

Where fountains of thought
flow beside the bravest knights
Where the moon spares a beam
on the most darkest of nights

This is my body
– my armed fortress –
This is my soul
– my whimsical mansion –
This
…is I…


**Written for Poetry Potluck (Week 35 – Theme: Fortresses, Castles, Palaces and Royal houses).. Check it out, and enjoy this tour de royalty!! You will be amazed at the treasures you’ll find here… **

Modeled to dead perfection

06 Thursday Jan 2011

Posted by Kavita in Poetry

≈ 46 Comments

Tags

Art, Artist, Inanimate, Life, Lifelessness, Magpie Tales, Metaphorical, Molded, Pose, Relationship, Sadness, Sculpture

Image Credits: Tess Kincaid @ Magpie Tales

Fused in stone
Sometimes ceramic
Cold to the bone
And a touch metallic
Suppressing a groan
In manners emphatic
Our sins we condone
In an air too static

Frozen in embrace
Under a thorny tomb
Like a tepid womb
For muted disgrace

Like in a locked fortress
That is set on fire
We essay to digress
From a surging desire
While in this process
As events transpire
We’re thrown in a recess
Of life’s quagmire

Yet, silently we hope
To some day break free
To emerge and see
And no longer grope


** Posted for Magpie Tales – Week 47… Do check it out for the other amazing takes on this picture prompt… **

That Social Worker…

17 Tuesday Aug 2010

Posted by Kavita in Poetry

≈ 78 Comments

Tags

Aging, Analogy, Forever giving, Life of a social worker, Magpie Tales, Metaphorical, Old rusty pipe, Thankless job

She spent years spreading love
Like a flowing river
She was sincere as a dove
And a generous giver

She filled us up with life
Until our thirst was quenched
We sploshed without a strife
She watched us getting drenched

She asked nothing in return
But a little care
Cuz with cracks in her turn
There’d be no love to spare

Alas age is taking over
And showing on her wrists
But she will never cower
Inspite of those cysts

She may be a little rusty
But that’s only on the out
Her heart’ll never smell musty
She’ll hang on, without a doubt!


**Posted for Magpie Tales – Week 27, hosted by Willow Manor. Please do take time to read the creative works by the other contributors as well :)**

***Image courtesy – Willow Manor***

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