Simile Poems that will Bring you Joy and Make you Smile.
Simile Poems – Similes are a type of figurative language that compares two objects with the words ‘like’ or ‘as’.
Similes are a writing tool used by poets and all authors for their readers to create rich imagery and unforgettable ties. To improve representations of emotions, events, or objects, writers use similes by contrasting them vividly to something else.1. A Red, Red Rose
O my Luve is like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve is like the melody
That’s sweetly played in tune.
So 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.
Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;
I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only luve!
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my luve,
Though it were ten thousand mile.
By Robert Burns
2. A Simile
What did we say to each other
that now we are as the deer
who walk in single file
with heads high
with ears forward
with eyes watchful
with hooves always placed on firm ground
in whose limbs there is latent flight
by Navarre Scott Momaday
3. A Simile Like Love, A Metaphor Is Love
(love is like)
Love is like a painting
filled with all colours and shades
love is like a bleeding heart
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 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
by Allen Steble
4. A Simile
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)
A squirrel spend his little rage
In jumping round a rolling cage?
The cage, as either side turn’d up,
Striking a ring of bells a-top?–
Mov’d in the orb, pleas’d with the chimes,
The foolish creature thinks he climbs:
But here or there, turn wood or wire,
He never gets two inches higher.
So fares it with those merry blades,
That frisk it under Pindus’ shades.
In noble songs, and lofty odes,
They tread on stars, and talk with gods;
Still dancing in an airy round,
Still pleas’d with their own verses’ sound;
Brought back, how fast soe’er they go,
Always aspiring, always low.
5. Heroic Simile
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
as Ajax fell in Homer
in chanted dactyls and the tree was so huge
the woodsman returned for two days
to that lucky place before he was done with the sawing
and on the third day he brought his uncle.
They stacked logs in the resinous air,
hacking the small limbs off,
tying those bundles separately.
The slabs near the root
were quartered and still they were awkwardly large;
the logs from midtree they halved:
ten bundles and four great piles of fragrant wood,
moons and quarter moons and half moons
ridged by the saw’s tooth.
The woodsman and the old man his uncle
are standing in midforest
on a floor of pine silt and spring mud.
They have stopped working
because they are tired and because
I have imagined no pack animal
or primitive wagon.
by Robert Hass
6. A Storm Simile
See, where on high the moving masses, piled
By the wind, break in groups grotesque and wild,
Present strange shapes to view;
Oft flares a pallid flash from out their shrouds,
As though some air-born giant ‘mid the clouds
Sudden his falchion drew.
by Victor Marie Hugo
7. An Autumnal Simile
The leaves that in the lonely walks were spread,
Starting from off the ground beneath the tread,
Coursed o’er the garden-plain;
Thus, sometimes, ‘mid the soul’s deep sorrowings,
Our soul a moment mounts on wounded wings,
Then, swiftly, falls again.
by Victor Marie Hugo
8. Feel Like A Simile Sometimes
I feel like a train sometimes
that can’t get no locomotin.’
My wheels lumber
and my Ideals get stuck
in sideways roller motions.
I feel like the moon sometimes
beautiful but dead.
Feel like thinking sometimes
but get tangled up in emotions.
Feel like a bird sometimes
remembering how to soar.
Feel like sleeping sometimes
and not getting up,
being in bed for a while.
by Lonnie Hicks
9. Life Simile
Life is like a flower
When you don’t know that hour
You stood so bold and tall
Then within a blink you fall
And all your hope was gone.
Life is like a movie
Where there are many scenes
Some scary, some not
Some cold, some hot
The scenes are the road to success
And the climax is when YOU get there
Being hopeful and perseverous in all those stress
That turns out to be a bless.
by Roshana Phillips
10. A String Of Simile
Words bind me, wrapping around me like vines
And like vines they grow, and constrict, like a boa
And like a boa they hiss in my ear, the most wonderful things.
Words chain me, tethering my wrists and ankles like iron
And like iron they do not rot or wither, like Eternity,
And like Eternity, I do not know when they will end.
Words shackle me, holding me down like paralysis,
And like paralysis, they have no immediate cure – like Love,
And like Love, within them I am free and beautiful and alive.
by Sophia White
11. Simile Of Myself
I am like the tears that i cry
Holding so many uspoken words
Longing to be heard, understood
Knowing not to speak of the things i feel
For if i do i would be labeled insane
So i stay safe inside my own world
Hoping one day someone will understand
But until then all you’ll see are my tears
And all you’ll hear are my cries of sorrow
Since noone dares to look deeper
Than the tears they see streaming down my face.
by misty wright
12. Simile Of Me
I am a cat.
Silent and distant,
I stand apart from the others.
Different from them, I sometimes give others the feeling that I am cold.
However, like a cat I love others.
Loving from a distance.
Sometimes more than the people can love themselves.
I am a mask.
Opaque, I conceal the secrets of others as well as my own.
I shield my friends from their problems,
and as a result end up feeling their pain.
I am a perennial.
Always changing and quickly fading,
not a day goes by that I am the same person as before
I possess great beauty even though not all choose to see it,
and even though I am constantly dying,
I always come back.
Simile Poems – Similes are a writing tool used by poets and all authors for their readers to create rich imagery and unforgettable ties.
To improve representations of emotions, events, or objects, writers use similes by contrasting them vividly to something else.
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