Two Examples of Idiom Poems I found
Cat Got Your Tongue By Adele Tolley Wilson
I was feeling shy when my uncle came.
"Has the cat got your tongue?" he said.
He must have meant, "Why aren't you talking?"
Because my tongue was still in my head.
"Has the cat got your tongue?" he said.
He must have meant, "Why aren't you talking?"
Because my tongue was still in my head.
By P.William
I was nuts about a scarlet woman
with a silvery tongue, but we were
just ships in the night.
So much for the green light,
now it’s raining cats and dogs
but it’s not the end of the world
with a silvery tongue, but we were
just ships in the night.
So much for the green light,
now it’s raining cats and dogs
but it’s not the end of the world
My Poem
To some she is as cool as a cat
To some she is a toss up
To some she is a doozy
To some she is loose cannon
To some she is water under the bridge
To some she is a black horse
To some she is a blessing in disguise
To some she is a blue moon
To some she is like biting off more than you can chew
To me…well she’s just me
Two examples of Analogy Poems I Found
Kid Gloves By Lee Emmett
Just don’t get too close now
don’t want to damage anything, do we
look how sweet you are
with those pretty hands covered
Don’t need any trouble now
just keep your hands safely in pockets
out of harm’s way
there’s a good fellow
don’t want to damage anything, do we
look how sweet you are
with those pretty hands covered
Don’t need any trouble now
just keep your hands safely in pockets
out of harm’s way
there’s a good fellow
Day's Journey by Vivian Gilbert Zabel
The day dawns as a journey.One leaves the station on a train,
Rushing past other places
Without a pause or stop,
Watching faces blur as they pass,
No time to say goodbye.
On and on the train does speedUntil the line's end one sees,
Another sunset down
Without any lasting memories.
The day dawns as a journey.One leaves the station on a train,
Rushing past other places
Without a pause or stop,
Watching faces blur as they pass,
No time to say goodbye.
On and on the train does speedUntil the line's end one sees,
Another sunset down
Without any lasting memories.
My Poem
The Flag and It’s Promise
by Me
Flying high
So majestic
United as a country
All men are equal
It’s just a joke
A broken promise
Where is the promise in the face of adversity
Its no where to be found
With discrimination around every corner
Most cower or enforce it
It’s just a joke
A broken promise
Two Examples of Simile Poems I found
Moon Poetess By EBI Robert
Hands flicker, the smokes hurries
And insignia like ice blows in appearance
So seated and commanding twisting joints.
Powers, so she use and sleep.
Cross like lights, like crowns.
And in moon, she exploit simile.
pair of simile, like smile.
married to a poet of the sun.
Seated in a throne, scrutinizing expected writer.o' poet your tones are failing
Your flood is quited.
Take not my gown for a clown.
In this moon there is peace.
And my ink is agreeable to a moon cave.
And insignia like ice blows in appearance
So seated and commanding twisting joints.
Powers, so she use and sleep.
Cross like lights, like crowns.
And in moon, she exploit simile.
pair of simile, like smile.
married to a poet of the sun.
Seated in a throne, scrutinizing expected writer.o' poet your tones are failing
Your flood is quited.
Take not my gown for a clown.
In this moon there is peace.
And my ink is agreeable to a moon cave.
And the election has ended.
Yet you are the poet.
No truth is bad as a poetess been a poet.
Posted to bright stool.
and good stew.
Yet you are the poet.
No truth is bad as a poetess been a poet.
Posted to bright stool.
and good stew.
A Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns
O My Luve’s like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June;
O My Luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly played in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear
While the sands o' life shall run.
And fare thee well, my only luve,
And fare thee well, awhile!
And I will come again, my luve
Tho' it ware ten thousand mile!
O My Luve’s like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June;
O My Luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly played in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear
While the sands o' life shall run.
And fare thee well, my only luve,
And fare thee well, awhile!
And I will come again, my luve
Tho' it ware ten thousand mile!
My Poem
While out in the midnight hour
The soft breezes caresses my face
Like a silk cloth
And hums a tune in my ear
While out in the midnight hour
My feet cut through the sand
Like scissors
Leaving only footsteps in their wake
While out in the midnight hour
The waves sound
Like a drum
Pounding against my thoughts
While out in the midnight hour
The moon lights my path
Like a lighthouse on a rocky shore
Letting me roam carefully but freely
Beautiful poetry, Elena. Each one you wrote has a clear and thougtful message. My favorite is the idiom poem as it reveals personal information about you.
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