Simile Stories

No tongue at birth But It has tasted death This book is numbed with grief but it learned to breathe This bottle holds the bitter-sweet adventures I fetched on my journey of love and growth It all started with a walk And I was glued to his talk And... Words strummed my heart like a guitar And I felt the pull at my heartstrings Now all that my heart sings Is Hymn of him...Elfriedewestwood Rankings #11_Poetry (4th September 2024)

you know the drill by now. just a melancholy poet with half-rate thoughts, writing on a whim

Unfigurative You in my figurative language. That smile in the subtle simile is like You, No wonder I couldn't ponder that unique view The metaphor is You --it's beyond! That comparison is absolute, not-of-as --a thing nor concepts, not-that-like of anyone; When I'm sure, It shall be associated with certainty. Personification: The cold breeze is by me, Evoking the warmth by the sea --wandering along with, as a usual chore. Oh! how would I be so sure? When no lens could capture and pixelate this view Hyperbole: It was once deep Before I emptied the sea Oh please! sweep. . . Desert this weed-ed shore and flee

"you are all the colours in one, at full brightness" - all the bright places

"Ti farò sorridere come nessun altro ha mai fatto!"

"All I knew was that I needed to break down this wall." I was trapped. Locked up deep inside myself. I could only hang in this in-between world, trapped in limbo, sitting on the edge between consciousness and unconsciousness. Between me and waking up was a wall, an invisible barrier to the waking world. So I pushed, shoved, clawed, and kicked against this wall. My weak efforts proved to nothing, but I kept on trying. Until finally, I found a way to break down that wall. To gain some, you have to lose some. In order to gain the ability to break down this wall, I had to drop something else. My memories. With nothing left but the urge to break down this wall, I dropped them. I awakened inside the Capsule, a strange device that had kept me safe from the outside world. As soon as I stepped out from my cocoon, I was thrown into a seemingly endless wasteland and the world centered around it. As I continued through my attempts for survival, I could only hope for my memories to be triggered by something - a familiar object, word, anything. But as bits and pieces of my past come back to me, I make a shocking discovery, along with several painful realizations. And I start to wonder if I really want to find the pieces of the puzzle that were missing from my memories. So my story of Awakening begins.

𝐀 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐈 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

destiny is not decided by fate. it is solely dependent on our actions. we may have been fortunate or unfortunate of things when compared to others. and it may even have been our shortcomings....... but to accept the truth and fight back is what decides our path......and our destiny..........

I made these poems three years ago and never wrote again. HAHAHA 😂😉😘 I'm hoping to find an inspiration, yet I'm currently writing a novel I am more inclined with. I hope y'all like it!

A poem about the down side of things. inspired by a quote: "the funny thing about winning and that someone always loses" (from The Electric State)

Collection of poems by me! Im still a newbie im just barely getting into it but I do write Fanasty and I have one Teen Fiction story already out so check those out! Like clockwork, Turning, & Clicking, Until It Stops

A poem about being hurt in my words and being confused

Poems cloudy as the clouds. It will be better if you share your interpretation in each poem. This will be interesting if you do.

This is a collection of black girl poem you won't want to miss. Started: 15.02.2022 Ended: 12.06.2022 Cover credit: @Meha-k She's the best, guys! Check out her profile! 💜💜💜

𝗣𝗼𝗲𝗺𝘀 𝗢𝗻 𝗙𝗶𝗴𝘂𝗿𝗲𝘀 𝗢𝗳 𝗦𝗽𝗲𝗲𝗰𝗵: is actually based on Figures Of Speech. This is my collection of Poetries. Each poem is particularly based on a single Particular Figures of Speech. This series contains All the Figures of Speech you need to know. I decided to Write Poems on Each Particular Figures of Speech, so that The youths of Our generation can read it and easily understand the different Figures of Speech with the help of Poems in simple and understandable Language. This collection is my original work for better understanding. To all my Readers who read this Book of "Poems On FOS" must comment in the comment section so that I may know your point of view. I would love to know. I appreciate each and everyone who put effort in Reading my works, it means world to me. [[Highest Rankings]] #1 Hyperbole #5 Alliteration #10 Development 🥇 1st at The Rainbow Awards 🥈 2nd at The Magic Awards Thank you Very much Readers. If you liked my Poems, please do Vote and Comment how you felt about the story. © Reserved by the Poetess 2020 No Mature Content Intended!

"i silently await the touch, the gentle reminder, that i'm still alive." this is a collection of poetry i've written/am writing. it won't be too long. i hope you like it. <3 copyright©2022

If time is a construct, we are it's masters. What is our destiny?