A Simile Like Love, A Metaphor is Love by Allen Steble When Great Trees Fall by Maya Angelou (love is like) When great trees fall, Love is like a painting rocks on distant hills shudder, filled with all colours and shades lions hunker down love is like a bleeding in tall grasses, cut with many sharp blades and even elephants love is like a never ending story lumber after safety. that always begins with a kiss love is like a space everlasting When great trees fall that fills bitterness with bliss in forests, love is like the circle of eternity small things recoil into silence, always there to take for free their senses eroded beyond fear. (love is) When great souls die, Love is an open clear pool the air around us becomes where no hate can dare swim light, rare, sterile. love is a captured sunset We breathe, briefly. where the warmth never grows dim Our eyes, briefly, love is desire held in the eye see with that spreads quickly to the heart a hurtful clarity. love is a black starry night sky a metaphor of glorious art Our memory, suddenly sharpened, love is a deep dark hole of mystery examines, always there to take free gnaws on kind words unsaid, promised walk What is the Sun? by Wes Magee never taken. Sun is an orange dinghy Great souls die and sailing across a calm sea our reality, bound to it is a gold coin them, takes leave of us. dropped down a drain in Heaven Our souls, the Sun is a yellow beach ball dependent upon their kicked high into the summer sky nurture, it is a red thumb-print now shrink, wizened. on a sheet of pale blue paper Our minds, formed the Sun is a milk bottle's gold top and informed by their floating in a puddle radiance, fall away. We are not so much maddened as reduced to the unutterable ignorance of dark, cold caves.
A Simile Like Love, A Metaphor is Love by Allen Steble (love is like) Love is like a painting filled with all colours and shades love is like a bleeding cut with many sharp blades love is like a never ending story that always begins with a kiss love is like a space everlasting that fills bitterness with bliss love is like the circle of eternity always there to take for free (love is) Love is an open clear pool where no hate can dare swim love is a captured sunset where the warmth never grows dim love is desire held in the eye that spreads quickly to the heart love is a black starry night sky a metaphor of glorious art love is a deep dark hole of mystery always there to take free What is the Sun? by Wes Magee Sun is an orange dinghy sailing across a calm sea it is a gold coin dropped down a drain in Heaven the Sun is a yellow beach ball kicked high into the summer sky it is a red thumb-print on a sheet of pale blue paper the Sun is a milk bottle's gold top floating in a puddle When Great Trees Fall by Maya Angelou When great trees fall, rocks on distant hills shudder, lions hunker down in tall grasses, and even elephants lumber after safety. When great trees fall in forests, small things recoil into silence, their senses eroded beyond fear. When great souls die, the air around us becomes light, rare, sterile. We breathe, briefly. Our eyes, briefly, see with a hurtful clarity. Our memory, suddenly sharpened, examines, gnaws on kind words unsaid, promised walk never taken. Great souls die and our reality, bound to them, takes leave of us. Our souls, dependent upon their nurture, now shrink, wizened. Our minds, formed and informed by their radiance, fall away. We are not so much maddened as reduced to the unutterable ignorance of dark, cold caves.
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