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Metaphor & Concrete Poem

April 29, 2010 by lmctague · 17 Comments · period 8

Metaphor

Metaphor- the use to describe somebody or something of a word or phrase that is not meant literally but by means of a vivid comparison expresses something about him, her, or it,

Example of Metaphor-

Her home was a prison.

Concrete Poem-verse that uses physical arrangement of the words on the page to add to its meaning and effect

Example of Concrete Poem-

Eddie

 

by John Balaban
 

 

Hadn’t seen Eddie for some time,
wheeling his chair through traffic,
skinny legs in shorts, T-shirted,
down at the corner off Dixie Highway,
lifting his Coke cup to the drivers
backed up, bumper to bumper, at the light.
Sometimes he slept on the concrete bench
up from Joe’s News. Sometimes police
would haul him in and he said he didn’t mind
because he got three squares and sometimes
a doctor would look at his legs, paralyzed,
he said, since the cop in New York shot him
when he tried to steal a car. Sad story,
of the kind we’ve learned to live with.One rainy day he looked so bad, legs
ballooned, ankles to calves, clothes soaked,
I shoved a $20 in his cup. But, like I said,
I hadn’t seen him around so yesterday
I stopped and asked this other panhandler,
Where’s Eddie? “Dead,” he said. Slammed
by a truck running the light, crushed
into his wheelchair. Dead, months ago.My wife says he’s better off dead,
but I don’t know. Behind his smudged glasses
his eyes were clever. He had a goofy smile
but his patter was sharp. His legs were a mess
and he had to be lonely. But spending days
in the bright fanfare of traffic and
those nights on his bench, with the moon
huge in the palm trees, the highway quiet,
some good dreams must have come to him.John B. Balaban: Born December 2, 1943 is an American poet and translator. 
 

17 Comments so far ↓

  • Keirsten K

    I like the metaphored poem Eddie, but he wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed I mean who tries to rush pass a light in a wheelchair when they could just wait for the next light

  • Griffin C

    I like the poem. The message at the end is good. Poor old man. It is a good example of a concrete poem. But i thought they have to make a shape or something.

    I
    am
    a very
    special
    shape I have
    three points and
    three lines straight.
    Look through my words
    and you will see, the shape
    that I am meant to be. I’m just
    not words caught in a tangle. Look
    close to see a small triangle. My angles
    add to one hundred and eighty degrees, you
    learn this at school with your abc’s. Practice your
    maths and you will see, some other fine examples of me.

    The house cat was a tiger.

  • Andrew S Period 8

    SIMILIE AND NARRATIVE POEM:
    The undeniable whisper
    by:Isaac Glen Kitchen-smith
    Sprinting forwards,
    Running backwards,
    Stealing left,
    Shifting right,
    Like hiding beneath a winter oak,
    Omitted of leaves to shroud or cover,
    Like deception of the mystique,
    Of the lambency of the moon,
    Pale but powerful, spherical but cruel,
    Like cloaking one’s self,
    From the radiance of the sun,
    Seeking with diligence,
    Seeping through the cracks,
    Always present, either one or the other,
    Omniscient and wise, sapient and persuasive,
    Continual, ever-present, perpetual and irate,
    Like a whisper in the ear,
    From the mouth of honesty,
    The mouth which tortures but does not hate,
    The oppressive weight that has no mass,
    The roaring engine, that’s serene and quaint,
    Sometimes subtle, with the guile of a fox,
    Sometimes explosive, with the force of a storm,
    Thunderous upon the conscience,
    Constantly remembered,
    On the fringes of reality,
    Eternally regretted,
    For the consequences caused,
    For there is no escape from the inextricable,
    No hope for those condemned,
    No mercy from the vengeful eye,
    The insidious humility of guilt.

  • sam v. period 5

    I like the metaphore. It makes me think of my house. I found this one but it isn’t that true
    -My father is a rock.
    My father is not to tough. I found this concrete. I think you will like it.
    Star
    Light
    Star bright,
    Star shining
    In the dark of
    night, over a cavern deep and dark, Inside the cave
    a baby’s born, who shall die on the cross, But
    Do not mourn, for he is the one to save
    our race, for we have fallen
    from grace, Three kings
    and three shepherds have
    Come by your light, through
    this cold, dark, and
    winter y nig
    h t.

  • matt h

    i like the poem about eddie but it was very long!
    hope you like this poem narritve
    A boy and his dad on a fishing-trip—
    There is a glorious fellowship!
    Father and son and the open sky
    And the white clouds lazily drifting by,
    And the laughing stream as it runs along
    With the clicking reel like a martial song,
    And the father teaching the youngster gay
    How to land a fish in the sportsman’s way.

    I fancy I hear them talking there
    In an open boat, and the speech is fair.
    And the boy is learning the ways of men
    From the finest man in his youthful ken.
    Kings, to the youngster, cannot compare
    With the gentle father who’s with him there.
    And the greatest mind of the human race
    Not for one minute could take his place.

    Which is happier, man or boy?
    The soul of the father is steeped in joy,
    For he’s finding out, to his heart’s delight,
    That his son is fit for the future fight.
    He is learning the glorious depths of him,
    And the thoughts he thinks and his every whim;
    And he shall discover, when night comes on,
    How close he has grown to his little son.

    A boy and his dad on a fishing-trip—
    Builders of life’s companionship!
    Oh, I envy them, as I see them there
    Under the sky in the open air,
    For out of the old, old long-ago
    Come the summer days that I used to know,
    When I learned life’s truths from my father’s lips
    As I shared the joy of his fishing-trips.

  • matt h

    here is a cool poem i found on a narritve search

    If I were to live my life
    in catfish forms
    in scaffolds of skin and whiskers
    at the bottom of a pond
    and you were to come by
    one evening
    when the moon was shining
    down into my dark home
    and stand there at the edge
    of my affection
    and think, “It’s beautiful
    here by this pond. I wish
    somebody loved me,”
    I’d love you and be your catfish
    friend and drive such lonely
    thoughts from your mind
    and suddenly you would be
    at peace,
    and ask yourself, “I wonder
    if there are any catfish
    in this pond? It seems like
    a perfect place for them.”

  • Drew M. Period 8

    This metaphore was very good. I also liked this one:
    The Country of the Blind by C. S. Lewis
    Hard light bathed them-a whole nation of eyeless men,
    Dark bipeds not aware how they were maimed. A long
    Process, clearly, a slow curse,
    Drained through centuries, left them thus.

    At some transitional stage, then, a luckless few,
    No doubt, must have had eyes after the up-to-date,
    Normal type had achieved snug
    Darkness, safe from the guns of heavn;

    Whose blind mouths would abuse words that belonged to their
    Great-grandsires, unabashed, talking of light in some
    Eunuch’d, etiolated,
    Fungoid sense, as a symbol of

    Abstract thoughts. If a man, one that had eyes, a poor
    Misfit, spoke of the grey dawn or the stars or green-
    Sloped sea waves, or admired how
    Warm tints change in a lady’s cheek,

    None complained he had used words from an alien tongue,
    None question’d. It was worse. All would agree ‘Of course,’
    Came their answer. “We’ve all felt
    Just like that.” They were wrong. And he

    Knew too much to be clear, could not explain. The words –
    Sold, raped flung to the dogs — now could avail no more;
    Hence silence. But the mouldwarps,
    With glib confidence, easily

    Showed how tricks of the phrase, sheer metaphors could set
    Fools concocting a myth, taking the worlds for things.
    Do you think this a far-fetched
    Picture? Go then about among

    Men now famous; attempt speech on the truths that once,
    Opaque, carved in divine forms, irremovable,
    Dear but dear as a mountain-
    Mass, stood plain to the inward eye.

  • Andrew S

    PERSONIFICATION:
    “Ah, William, we’re weary of weather,”
    said the sunflowers, shining with dew.

    CONCRETE POEM:

    I
    am
    a very
    special
    shape I have
    three points and
    three lines straight.
    Look through my words
    and you will see, the shape
    that I am meant to be. I’m just
    not words caught in a tangle. Look
    close to see a small triangle. My angles
    add to one hundred and eighty degrees, you
    learn this at school with your abc’s. Practice your
    maths and you will see, some other fine examples of me.

  • Will S. Period 8

    All the world’s a stage,
    And all the men and women merely players
    They have their exits and their entrances

    William Shakespeare

  • Andrew S

    SIMLIE:
    As clear as crystal

    NARRATIVE POEM:
    Author: Drsudarsan Damodar Prasad, India
    Share
    Poem BLESSINGS GALORE!

    Blessings galore,
    As the day unfolds,
    Smiles and hugs,
    Love filled gentle pecks,
    Soft hushed whispers,
    And giggles galore.

    Sweet Maria has blessings galore,
    The stork has brought her-
    A bundle of joy-
    Rather , two parcels of joy.
    Her tears and prayers,
    Answered from above-
    The heavens portals,
    Opened wide ,
    As the two-twins,
    Open their eyes-
    Wide and behold their mother-
    Adoring, ecstastic mother!

    The desert has bloomed,
    Without a drop of rain,
    No catcus flowers-
    These rare flowers,
    But the choicest ones-
    From the celestial gardens!

    Grace can bloom,
    In arid deserts,
    On stone-cold ,hard mountains,
    All it needs is :
    A drop of love-
    And a grain of faith.

  • Kellen P.

    I liked the poem about Eddie, but it was a bit sad.
    I found a concrete poem that I liked. If you want to read it, you can go to this site:

    http://poetical0.tripod.com/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/planepoemconcrete.jpg

  • Hannah H. per. 8

    He’s such a feather.
    a
    pen
    _cil
    holds
    a gr
    eater
    know
    ledge
    than
    any c
    omp
    uter,
    a pen
    cil hol
    ds 100
    years
    of ex
    peri
    ence
    and
    has
    been
    thro
    ugh
    the
    stori
    es of
    milli
    ons

  • Brad D.

    Only in Life
    Nikhil Parekh

    Every star in the wonderfully resplendent cosmos; may
    or may not enthrallingly shine,
    And every thing on this Universe that flamboyantly
    shines; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
    STAR..

    Every flower sprouting from fathomless kilometers of
    land; may or may not diffuse rhapsodic fragrance,
    And every thing on this Universe that is seductively
    fragrant; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
    FLOWER…

    Every cloud in the voluptuously crimson sky; may or
    may not pelt tantalizing droplets of golden rain,
    And every thing on this Universe that is enigmatically
    misty; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
    CLOUD…

    Every tree on bountifully fertile soil; may or may not
    blossom into an astounding flurry of succulent fruit,
    And every thing on this Universe that spawns into
    countless of its kind; could not be irrefutably
    termed; only as a TREE…

    Every battlefield on vindictively belligerent mud; may
    or may not metamorphose into the ultimate victory of
    mankind,
    And every thing on this Universe that massacres and
    indiscriminately sucks blood; could not be irrefutably
    termed; only as a BATTLEFIELD…

    Every clock that incessantly functions for centuries
    immemorial; may or may not transit you into
    incredulously ravishing waves of untamed nostalgia,
    And every thing on this Universe that monotonously
    ticks; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
    CLOCK…

    Every lion philandering rampantly through the
    profusely robust jungles; may or may not be a
    man-eater,
    And every thing on this Universe; that was
    vociferously ferocious; could not be irrefutably
    termed; only as LION…

    Every hive sandwiched amidst the magnificently royal
    foliage; may or may not be boisterously buzzing,
    And every thing on this Universe; that was melodiously
    chattering and sweet; could not be irrefutably termed
    as; only a HIVE…

    Every eye majestically embossed in the sockets of the
    charismatically alluring face; may or may not be
    emphatic,
    And every thing on this Universe with poignantly
    gushing tears; could not be irrefutably termed; only
    as an EYE…

    Every salubrious coconut suspended from the branches;
    may or may not harbor ingratiatingly sweet water in
    its belly,
    And every thing on this Universe that was obdurately
    hard; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
    COCONUT..

    Every dungeon countless kilometers beneath soil; may
    or may not harbor an unfathomable conglomerate of
    snakes,
    And every thing on this Universe as dark as the
    ghastly night; could not be irrefutably termed; only
    as a DUNGEON…

    Every stream voluptuously cascading through the
    mountains; may or may not be culminating into ecstatic
    froth,
    And every bit of water wandering freely on this
    Universe; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
    STREAM…

    Every song captivatingly floating through the
    surreally mesmerizing atmosphere; may or may not
    convey the message profoundly imbibed within,
    And every voice that emanated on this Universe; could
    not be irrefutably termed; only as a SONG…

    Every thorn surreptitiously creeping from nimble
    covers of soil; may or may not acrimoniously
    infiltrate into innocuous skin,
    And every thing on this Universe that was piquantly
    sharp; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
    THORN…

    Every wind exuberantly blowing across the gorgeous
    valley; may or may not strike the rocks,
    And every draught of euphoric air on this Universe;
    could not be irrefutably termed; only as WIND…

    Every chili tangily extruding from immaculate layers
    of soil; may or may not turbulently sting the tongue,
    And every thing on this Universe that was thunderously
    spicy; could not be irrefutably termed; only as
    CHILI…

    Every spider fabulously slithering through its sticky
    web; may or may not inhabit the same for a fathomless
    lifetimes,
    And every thing on this Universe that was intractably
    sticky and entangled; could not be irrefutably termed;
    only as a SPIDER…

    Every hill rising splendidly above mundane soil; may
    or may not have its summit kissing the absolute zenith
    of the rosy clouds,
    And every thing on this Universe that was the top most
    storied; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
    HILL…

    Every egg left completely solitary by itself; may or
    may not hatch into an immaculately divine fledgling,
    And every thing on this Universe that was oval and
    pearly white; could not be irrefutably termed; only as
    an EGG…

    Every milestone enthusiastically stretching beyond
    realms of imagination; may or may not evoke
    inscrutable pleasure,
    And every thing on this Universe that was delightfully
    delirious; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
    MILESTONE…

    Every mark ardently embossed since birth on the body;
    may or may not prove to be astonishingly auspicious,
    And every thing on this Universe that was holy and
    holistic; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
    MARK….

    Every peacock dancing under zealously thundering rain;
    may or may not make you entirely oblivious to all
    other activities on earth,
    And every thing on this Universe that was iridescently
    feathered; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
    PEACOCK…

    Every shadow shimmering uncontrollably like a new born
    prince; may or may not cast a spell upon your drearily
    sagging countenance,
    And every thing on this Universe that was tranquilly
    enchanting; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
    SHADOW…

    Every wine bubbling furtively in marvelously crystal
    glass; may or may not intoxicate you beyond sagacious
    control; as you guzzled it down with wild frenzy,
    And every thing on this Universe that was viciously
    inebriating; could not be irrefutably termed; only as
    WINE…

    Every snake charismatically slithering through the
    jungles; may or may not incarcerate you in an
    enclosure of unending mysticism,
    And every thing on this Universe that was ominously
    hissing; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
    SNAKE…

    Every nail agglutinated to the gigantic wall; may or
    may not disdainfully rust as time unfurls,
    And every thing on this Universe that was piquantly
    pointed; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
    NAIL…

    Every slave heinously lambasted by its dictatorial
    master; may or may not yield wholesomely to his
    commands,
    And every thing on this Universe that was
    painstakingly persevering under the Sun; could not be
    irrefutably termed; only as a SLAVE…

    Every joke ridiculously bizarre and funny; may or may
    not invoke pools of unlimited laughter,
    And every thing on this Universe that made you smile;
    could not be irrefutably termed; only as a JOKE….

    Every destiny enigmatically encompassed within the
    palms; may or may not lead to the unequivocal gates of
    prosperity,
    And every thing on this Universe that vacillatingly
    truant; could not be irrefutably termed; only as
    DESTINY…

    Every hair that was unsurpassably old; may or may not
    be grizzly white in color,
    And everything on this Universe that was insipidly
    tender follicle; could not be irrefutably termed; only
    as a HAIR…

    Every precariously poised knife; may or may not
    barbarically deprive a person of vibrant life,
    And everything on this Universe that was menacingly
    gleaming; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
    KNIFE….

    Every blade of alluringly enchanting grass; may or may
    not buckle capriciously under the violently
    overwhelming storm,
    And everything on this Universe that was spawning
    bountifully from soil; could not be irrefutably
    termed; only as GRASS….

    Every garland blooming into a festoon of unparalleled
    chivalry; may or may not impart fathomless
    grandiloquence,
    And every thing on this Universe that was profusely
    decorated; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
    GARLAND…

    Every crocodile hideously writhing in the marshes; may
    or may not pulverize its prey eloping rapidly through
    the dense bushes,
    And every thing on this Universe that was rustically
    serrated skinned; could not be irrefutably termed;
    only as a CROCODILE…

    Every telephone celestially ringing; may or may not
    bring to you the message you forever desired,
    And every thing on this Universe that was vibrantly
    humming; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
    TELEPHONE…

    Every toy frolicking gregariously in the playful
    showroom; may or may not transit you back to realms of
    innocuous childhood,
    And every thing on this Universe that was innocently
    bouncing; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
    CHILD…

    Every bell gloriously ringing in the holy temple; may
    or may not bequeath upon you the entire richness of
    this globe,
    And every thing on this Universe that rapped with an
    enchanting sound; could not be irrefutably termed;
    only as a BELL.

    Every roof compactly stitched with brazen straw and
    rubicund brick; may or may not sequester you
    perpetually from the satanically speeding storm,
    And every thing on this Universe that imparted
    transient shelter; could not be irrefutably termed;
    only as a ROOF….

    Every dewdrop emphatically radiating as the first rays
    of dawn kissed blue sky; may or may not be pacify the
    scorching trauma in your throat,
    And every thing on this Universe that was fabulously
    slippery; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
    DEW DROP…

    Every rope fantastically knotted into boundless folds;
    may or may not catapult you to the ultimate summits of
    your life,
    And every thing on this Universe that was tenaciously
    curled; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
    ROPE….

    Every pilot exuberantly whistling past the scenery;
    may or may not crash against the sinister faade of
    acrid rocks,
    And every thing on this Universe that was flying like
    a rocket; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
    PILOT….

    Every crab cunningly crawling on the placidly nestling
    shores; may or may inject its vindictive sting into
    immaculate flesh,
    And every thing on this Universe that was
    surreptitiously sauntering; could not be irrefutably
    termed; only as a CRAB…

    Every rivulet of crimson blood circulating through
    countless humans; may or may not be philanthropic,
    And every thing on this Universe that was ardently
    red; could not be irrefutably termed; only as BLOOD…

    Every embellished king seated on the scintillating
    throne; may or may not be a dispenser of celestial
    justice,
    And every thing on this Universe which was
    unequivocally princely; could not be irrefutably
    termed; only as KING…

    Every earthquake devastating to the most horrifically
    abominable core; may or may not swipe civilizations in
    its uncouthly treacherous swirl,
    And every thing on this Universe which was resonating
    cataclysmically; could not be irrefutably termed; only
    as an EARTHQUAKE…

    Every ocean ebulliently undulating under milky beams
    of moonlight; may or may not drown ships in its savage
    bottom,
    And every thing on this Universe that was
    mischievously salty; could not be irrefutably termed;
    only as OCEAN…

    Every opulently inspiring piano when delectably
    strung; may or may not strike an intimate chord with
    hearts obliviously strewn around,
    And every thing on this Universe that rhythmically
    rose and fell in a titillating cadence; could not be
    irrefutably termed; only as PIANO…

    Every ingenious idea blossoming in the brain; may or
    may not lead to the pinnacle of astronomically
    irrevocable success,
    And every thing on this Universe that intransigently
    dreamt; could not be irrefutably termed; only as an
    IDEA…

    Every philanthropist incorporating the mission to save
    humanity in his soul; may or may not reach the most
    despicably shivering quarters of this colossal planet,
    And every thing on this Universe that was supremely
    chivalrous; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
    PHILANTHROPIST…

    Every story deluged with overwhelming romance and
    enigma; may or may not evoke the intrinsic catharsis
    of the persona,
    And every thing on this Universe that was an
    incredulous adventure; could not be irrefutably
    termed; only as a STORY….

    Every wink flirtatiously executed; may or may not lead
    lovers to the bridge of clandestine absconding,
    And every thing on this Universe which was even the
    slightest closure of the eye; could not be irrefutably
    termed; only as a WINK…

    Every woman vividly enamoring; may or may not trigger
    inferno’s of raw desire through lackadaisical
    ingredients of insipid blood,
    And every thing on this Universe that was unbelievably
    beautiful; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
    WOMAN…

    Every castle embedded with exotically evoking royalty;
    may or may not give you the ultimate gratification of
    your diminutive life,
    And every thing on this Universe that was
    aristocratically splendid; could not be irrefutably
    termed; only as a CASTLE…

    Every chunk of wood floating nonchalantly through
    water; may or may not decay towards corridors of
    obsolete extinction,
    And every thing on this Universe that was
    opprobriously rotting; could not be irrefutably
    termed; only as WOOD…

    Every cow reigning supremely in an entrenchment of
    divinity; may or may not alleviate the lives of
    neglected urchins,
    And every thing on this Universe that was gloriously
    shining milk; could not be irrefutably termed; only as
    a COW…

    Every prejudice stinkingly pulverizing its enemies to
    infinitesimal ash; may or may not swipe civilization
    from its very roots,
    And every thing on this Universe that was turbulently
    angry; could not be irrefutably termed; only as
    PREJUDICE…

    Every dog satanically galloping through the
    insidiously empty streets; may or may not find its
    robustly juicy bone,
    And every thing on this Universe that was diabolically
    barking; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
    DOG…

    Every terrorist pledging to finish blissful human race
    like a horde of inconsequential flies; may or may not
    manifest his cowardly mission into a veritable truth,
    And every thing on this Universe that was abhorrent
    malice; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
    TERRORIST….

    Every whisper magnetically caressing the placid winds;
    may or may not weave a tale of sensuously inexplicable
    compassion,
    And every thing on this Universe that was gently
    diffusing; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
    WHISPER…

    Every insect irascibly hovering around celestial
    beings; may or may not accomplish its task of
    fomenting irritation,
    And every thing on this Universe that pertinently
    pinches you; could not be irrefutably termed; only as
    an INSECT….

    Every game evoking rhapsodic sensations of
    unprecedented exhilaration; may or may not linger in
    memory for eternal times,
    And every thing on this Universe that was joyously
    interacting; could not be irrefutably termed; only as
    a GAME…

    Every cat fretting in frustrating starvation; may or
    may not get a chance to smack its spout with heavenly
    milk,
    And every thing on this Universe that was cleverly
    awaiting its chance; could not be irrefutably termed;
    only as a CAT….

    Every beggar wailing on the tyrannical streets; may or
    may not appease his gluttony to the epitome of his
    appeasing contentment,
    And every thing on this Universe that was spreading
    its palms; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
    BEGGAR….

    Every kite soaring handsomely in fathomless bits of
    sky; may or may not escalate above the euphoric
    clouds,
    And every thing on this Universe that was ecstatically
    flying; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
    KITE…

    Every bird flapping ravishingly through the boundless
    skies; may or may not be a harbinger of unparalleled
    peace and divinely brotherhood,
    And every thing on this Universe that was
    wholeheartedly free; could not be irrefutably termed;
    only as BIRD…

    Every robot fantastically evolved for meticulous
    perfection; may or may not someday; substitute its
    counterparts of the human kind,
    And every thing on this Universe that was mechanically
    monotonous; could not be irrefutably termed; only as
    ROBOT…

    Every color vivaciously trespassing dazzling space;
    may or may not seduce you into a cavern of everlasting
    yearning,
    And every thing on this Universe that was vividly
    contrasting; could not be irrefutably termed; only as
    COLOR…

    Every Herculean muscle enveloping tenacious shoulders;
    may or may not surge forward to uplift despondently
    bereaved humanity,
    And every thing on this Universe that was formidably
    strong; could not be irrefutably termed; only as
    MUSCLE..

    Every parrot squawking animatedly in its cage; may or
    may not replicate its master word for word; alike,
    And every thing on this Universe that was relentlessly
    chattering; could not be irrefutably termed; only as
    PARROT…

    Every mother compassionately hugging her child all
    throughout the day; may or may not be able to instill
    in him the benign ideals of existence,
    And every thing on this Universe that was protecting
    you from disaster; could not be irrefutably termed;
    only as MOTHER…

    Every gigantically inflated balloon lingering in air;
    may or may not burst; when vigorously pecked by the
    woodpeckers,
    And every thing on this Universe that fulminated with
    a prolific bang; could not be irrefutably termed; only
    as a BALLOON…

    Every cloth marvelously woven of exquisite Persian
    wool; may or may not sequester you from the hideously
    blowing winds of torrential winter,
    And every thing on this Universe which was worn all
    night and day; could not be irrefutably termed; only
    as CLOTH…

    Every gladiator adorned patriotically; may or may not
    snatch triumph for his sacrosanct motherland,
    And every thing on this Universe that was blazingly
    brave; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
    GLADIATOR…

    Every picture woven with thrill and melodramatic
    excitement; may or may not penetrate emphatically
    through common masses,
    And every thing on this Universe that was stupendously
    entertaining; could not be irrefutably termed; only as
    a PICTURE…

    Every pen inundated with gallons of overwhelmingly
    volatile ink; may or may not spin countless lines of
    fascinatingly sparkling calligraphy,
    And every thing on this Universe that was spotlessly
    written; could not be irrefutably termed; only as
    PEN..

    Every fortress invincibly impregnated with a festoon
    of scarlet bricks; may or may not defend the most
    mightiest of attacks,
    And every thing on this Universe that was towering in
    unbelievable charisma; could not be irrefutably
    termed; only as FORTRESS….

    Every spring magnificently coiled into intricately
    glistening folds; may or may not bounce back beyond
    the realms of infinite infinity,
    And every thing on this Universe that was
    insurmountably spongy; could not be irrefutably
    termed; only as a SPRING…

    Every mirror embedded in oligarchic chicory rosewood;
    may or may not candidly reflect; the inner most voice
    entrapped intensely in the soul,
    And every thing on this Universe that explicitly
    divulges; could not be irrefutably termed; as only a
    MIRROR…

    Every line drawn exotically on seductively simmering
    soil; may or may not reach its ultimate goal,
    And every thing that was pragmatically straight; could
    not be irrefutably termed; as only a LINE….

    Every amicable lip blending uninhibitedly with all
    benevolent alike; may or may not blossom into an
    astoundingly tantalizing smile,
    And every thing on this Universe that was chortling
    into wildly desirous guffaws; could not be irrefutably
    termed; only as a LIP…

    Every desert sizzling ruthlessly under the invidiously
    flaming Sun; may or may not witness the most
    inconspicuous trace of green in its entire life,
    And every thing on this Universe which was just
    specks of dust; could not be irrefutably termed; only
    as a DESERT….

    Every loudspeaker blaring ferociously through the
    atmosphere; may or may not spread its voice to the
    most remotest corner of this Universe,
    And every thing on this Universe that was vociferously
    squealing; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
    LOUDSPEAKER…

    Every swimming pool shimmering under pearly moonlight;
    may or may not entice boisterously bubbling youth in
    its serenely glistening lap,
    And every thing on this Universe that was tepidly blue
    water; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
    SWIMMING POOL….

    Every skin glowing in perennial flavor of robust
    health; may or may not wrinkle profusely with
    inevitably advancing age,
    And every thing on this Universe that was blushing
    complexion; could not be irrefutably termed; only as
    SKIN…

    Every curtain majestically sprawled across the window;
    may or may not sequester the mansion from each ray of
    incorrigibly filtering sunlight,
    And every thing on this Universe that was lanky
    bedspread of cotton wool; could not be irrefutably
    termed; only as a CURTAIN….

    Every trophy irrevocably radiating in the sparkle of
    fascinating success; may or may not highlight the
    epitome of unparalleled success,
    And every thing on this Universe that was beautiful
    triumph; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
    TROPHY…

    Every afternoon blazing in scorchingly tenacious
    light; may or may not make you abhorrently perspire,
    And every thing on this Universe that was swelteringly
    hot; could not be irrefutably termed; only as
    AFTERNOON….

    Every blink playfully swiping the territory of the dry
    eye; may or may not grant it with the blanket of
    poignant moisture it badly desired,
    And every thing on this Universe that was flickering
    violently; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
    BLINK….

    Every fossil mysteriously engraved in the chain of
    century old rocks; may or may not reveal the explicit
    portrait of its possessor,
    And every thing on this Universe that was
    overwhelmingly scribbled glass; could not be
    irrefutably termed; only as a FOSSIL…

    Every splurge relentlessly lavishing in glorious
    ostentation; may or may not end in getting you all the
    virtues of life that you desired,
    And every thing on this Universe that was overtly
    spendthrift; could not be irrefutably termed; only as
    SPLURGE…

    Every cross stringently inscribed on the walls; may or
    may not succeed in delivering in its message of
    restricting insidious activity,
    And every thing on this Universe that was strictly
    inclement; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
    CROSS…

    Every holiday enchantingly basking in the glory of
    opulent paradise; may or may not rejuvenate your
    traumatically brutalized senses,
    And every thing on this Universe that was even a
    trifle free; could not be irrefutably termed; only as
    a HOLIDAY…

    Every headache pertinently pulsating in every cranny
    of the mind; may or may not devastate you entirely to
    collapse pathetically on cold ground,
    And every thing on this Universe that was irritatingly
    paining; could not be irrefutably termed; only as
    HEADACHE…

    Every stomach ravenously thundering in pangs of
    uncontrollable hunger; may or may not consume the
    unfathomably colossal mountain of food,
    And every thing on this Universe that was provokingly
    hungry; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
    STOMACH…

    Every country unbelievably sprawling; may or may not
    harbor the vivaciously salty sea shores,
    And every thing on this Universe that was a prolific
    gathering of individuals; could not be irrefutably
    termed; only as a COUNTRY…

    Every mushroom dingily leaping up from dilapidated
    soil; may or may not savor a place in the menu cards
    of each grandiloquently flourishing restaurant,
    And every thing on this Universe that was button
    shaped and fleshy; could not be irrefutably termed;
    only as a MUSHROOM….

    Every thought enigmatically wandering through realms
    of the discovering mind; may or may not culminate into
    a celestially blooming fantasy,
    And every thing on this Universe that was intriguingly
    baffling; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
    THOUGHT…

    Every helmet adorned courageously on the head; may or
    may not succeed in protecting the skull; as the
    mountains crashed down viciously upon it,
    And every thing on this Universe that was shielded the
    scalp; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
    HELMET….

    Every tear that emphatically descended down from the
    eye; may or may not reflect an island of shivering
    sadness,
    And every thing on this Universe that was effusively
    tangy; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
    TEAR…

    Every rabbit philandering through the verdant meadows;
    may or may not escape from the diabolical alligators
    in the slushy marshes,
    And every thing on this Universe that was inimitably
    docile; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
    RABBIT….

    Every minute that mechanically sped past the body of
    the clock; may or may not portray the rapidly
    unfurling essence of time,
    And every thing on this Universe that was
    spectacularly time; could not be irrefutably termed;
    only as a MINUTE…

    Every word compassionately embossed in the gigantic
    dictionary; may or may not trigger chords of ever
    augmenting empathy,
    And every thing on this Universe that was scribbled by
    a pen; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
    WORD….

    Every boxer prancing perilously in the ring; may or
    may not inflict a total knockout of his unsuspecting
    opponent,
    And every thing on this Universe that was puffed
    glove; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
    BOXER…

    Every folly committed unwittingly by a human; may or
    may not lead to severely crippling disaster,
    And every thing on this Universe that was
    incongruously muddled; could not be irrefutably
    termed; only as a FOLLY….

    Every finger ejecting in marvelous unison from the
    hands; may or may not be able to grip the
    indispensable threads of existence,
    And every thing on this Universe that was an
    amalgamation of lanky bones; could not be irrefutably
    termed; only as a FINGER….

    Every team bonded in the spirit of unbelievable
    harmony; may or may not kiss the crescendo of victory
    as it unflinchingly progressed,
    And every thing on this Universe that was united
    together; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
    TEAM….

    Every pencil extravagantly lead tipped; may or may not
    sketch each intricately fabulous contour of the
    scarlet landscape,
    And every thing on this Universe that was with a tip;
    could not be irrefutably termed; only as a PENCIL…

    Every slang spoken in passionately Oriental fashion;
    may or may not perpetuate thunderbolts of inevitable
    attraction,
    And every thing on this Universe that was supremely
    stylish; could not be irrefutably termed; only as
    SLANG…

    Every night dissipating a spell of unmatched desire;
    may or may not incinerate seductive currents down your
    spine,
    And every thing on this Universe that was
    enthrallingly dark; could not be irrefutably termed;
    only as NIGHT….

    Every spectacle embedded with meticulously perfect
    glass; may or may not bestow upon you the crystalline
    vision of your overpowering choice,
    And every thing on this Universe that was
    transparently scintillating; could not be irrefutably
    termed; only as a SPECTACLE….

    Every dragon cataclysmically trespassing through the
    forest; may or may not succeed in charring the entire
    wilderness; into bedraggled fragments of chowder,
    And every thing on this Universe that was breathing
    fire from its mouth; could not be irrefutably termed;
    only as a DRAGON….

    Every mouth lavishly set amidst the captivating
    contours of the face; may or may not utter the tunes
    of ultimate reality,
    And every thing on this Universe that was foolishly
    chattering; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
    MOUTH…

    Every Sun beam wonderfully sizzling upon mud; may or
    may not fumigate its deathly decay; with the austere
    ardor in its flaming demeanor,
    And every thing on this Universe that was golden rays;
    could not be irrefutably termed; only as a SUN…

    Every noodle dangling pleasantly from the ceiling; may
    or may not be able to incarcerate profuse aliens; in
    its gregarious swishes,
    And every thing on this Universe that was voluptuously
    pudgy; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
    NOODLE…

    Every festival religiously followed by countless on
    the planet; may or may not bond all those murderously
    sucking blood; in bonds of eternal love,
    And every thing on this Universe that was holistically
    ritualistic; could not be irrefutably termed; only as
    a FESTIVAL…

    Every cactus lingering pompously in the royally
    shimmering deserts; may or may not penetrate its
    hostile nettles into innocent beings caressing it,
    And every thing on this Universe that was growing from
    sand; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
    CACTUS….

    Every key articulately molded into an intriguing
    shape; may or may not pilfer through the code of the
    dogged lock,
    And every thing on this Universe that was intricately
    slender; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
    LOCK…

    Every paper when fanatically crushed by the fist; may
    or may not transform its fragile caricature into a
    flexible ball,
    And every thing on this Universe that was printed by
    your side; could not be irrefutably termed; only as
    PAPER…

    Every worm worthlessly slithering through murderous
    darkness; may or may not radiate; emphatically
    brilliant rays of light,
    And every thing on this Universe that was diminutively
    curvaceous; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
    WORM…

    Every iceberg lecherously hood-winking under the
    nocturnal blanket of stars; may or may not emerge
    triumphant in decimating the colossal ship,
    And every thing on this Universe that was immutably
    solidified water; could not be irrefutably termed;
    only as an ICEBERG…

    Every firecracker raring to thunderously burst; may or
    may not bedazzle every single arena of the cosmos with
    flaming light,
    And every thing on this Universe that was incoherently
    rambunctious; could not be irrefutably termed; only as
    a FIRECRACKER…

    Every discotheque sleazily swarming with sanctimonious
    youngsters; may or may not ignite the night with
    cloudbursts of untamed desire,
    And every thing on this Universe that was
    bombastically cheap; could not be irrefutably termed;
    only as a DISCOTHEQUE…

    Every panther rebelliously sprinting under pearly rays
    of Moon; may or may not capsize the incredulously
    succulent prey of its choice,
    And every thing on this Universe that was flamingly
    bellicose; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
    PANTHER…

    Every missile shooting violently through innocent
    carpets of air; may or may not strike its desirous
    range of fixed targets,
    And every thing on this Universe that was ricocheting
    like a lunatic boomerang; could not be irrefutably
    termed; only as a MISSILE…

    Every automobile speeding like a celestial angel
    through the romantically panoramic landscapes; may or
    may not catapult you to the realms above eternally
    enchanting eternity,
    And every thing on this Universe that was racing
    beyond its limits; could not be irrefutably termed;
    only as an AUTOMOBILE…

    Every blind man trespassing across the discordantly
    bustling street; may or may not transcend past it
    without a single scratch,
    And every thing on this Universe that was boundlessly
    dark; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a BLIND
    MAN…

    Every butterfly fluttering gloriously in blistering
    sunshine; may or may not hoist the gaudy caterpillars
    of its inherent choice,
    And every thing on this Universe that was serenely
    flapping; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
    BUTTERFLY…

    Every damsel young and seductively charming; may or
    may not be able to entrap the perfect man of her
    choice,
    And every thing on this Universe that was pristinely
    bubbling; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
    DAMSEL….

    Every wall constructed of Herculean strength steel;
    may or may not stagger like a pack of mosquitoes as
    the uncouth disaster struck,
    And every thing on this Universe that was compactly
    solid; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
    WALL…

    Every spice wavering appetizingly in the atmosphere
    around; may or may not tingle the taste buds beyond
    unprecedented capacity,
    And every thing on this Universe that was deliciously
    poignant; could not be irrefutably termed; only as
    SPICE…

    Every guarantee spoken intractably; may or may not
    manifest itself into a perennially secure reality,
    And every thing on this Universe that was an
    everlasting promise; could not be irrefutably termed;
    only as a PROMISE…

    Every banana skin teasingly huddled on the floor; may
    or may not engender you to dramatically slip,
    And every thing on this Universe that made you trip;
    could not be irrefutably termed; only as a BANANA…

    Every talent unbelievably lingering in a timid visage;
    may or may not flower into eclectically supernatural
    success,
    And every thing on this Universe that was inherently
    gifted; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
    TALENT….

    Every zip meticulously riveted to the garment; may or
    may not snugly hold it in position on the flabby
    waist,
    And every thing on this Universe that was a precise
    juggernaut of steely teeth; could not be irrefutably
    termed; only as a ZIP….

    Every bubble rising euphorically in limp air; may or
    may not erupt into a fountain of ecstatic froth,
    And every thing on this Universe that was perfectly
    soapy; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
    BUBBLE…

    Every boomerang carved melodiously out of roasted
    wood; may or may not hurl back towards infinity; after
    releasing its loop,
    And every thing on this Universe speedily retreating
    back; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
    BOOMERANG…

    Every root deeply embedded in corridors of chocolate
    brown soil; may or may not withstand the onslaught of
    the mercilessly whipping storm,
    And every thing on this Universe that was coated with
    grizzly mud; could not be irrefutably termed; only as
    a ROOT….

    Every screw fantastically engineered to unprecedented
    degrees of perfection; may or may not be able to hold
    the tumbledown scaffolding,
    And every thing on this Universe that was enveloped
    with revolving threads; could not be irrefutably
    termed; only as a SCREW….

    Every crayon superbly blossoming into a myriad of
    gorgeously garish color; may or may not be able to
    sketch playfully upon the barren demeanor of
    boundlessly barren canvas,
    And every thing on this Universe that was invariably
    wax like; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
    CRAYON….

    Every teacher sagaciously imparting the indispensable
    values of life; may or may not form a perpetual
    rapport with his students,
    And every thing on this Universe that was
    distinguishably bespectacled; could not be irrefutably
    termed; only as a TEACHER…

    Every circus flooded with an incredulous township of
    acrobatics; may or may not bring laughter to the faces
    of those horrifically deprived,
    And every thing on this Universe that was musically
    entertaining; could not be irrefutably termed; only as
    a CIRCUS…

    Every prison savagely torturing the blood stained
    criminal for his plethora of misdeeds; may or may not
    be able to keep him for countless more of his
    lifetimes,
    And every thing on this Universe that was morbidly
    dark; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
    PRISON…

    Every traveler nomadically wandering since the time he
    was born; may or may not be able to tread foot on each
    cranny of this fathomlessly intriguing planet,
    And every thing on this Universe that was walking
    barefoot; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
    TRAVELER…

    Every barber resting like a king in his gloriously
    plush saloon; may or may not scrap the last bit of
    dirt from his clients hair,
    And every thing on this Universe that was
    clip-clopping scissors; could not be irrefutably
    termed; only as a BARBER…

    Every government romping to power after the
    manipulative elections; may or may not succeed in
    wholesomely protecting the sacred solidarity of its
    people,
    And every thing on this Universe that was the nerve
    center of power; could not be irrefutably termed; only
    as GOVERNMENT….

    Every scientist incessantly engulfed in chambers of
    bubbling test tubes and space crafts; may or may not
    discover the gene that could assassinate devil
    forever,
    And every thing on this Universe that was clad in
    apron and gloves; could not be irrefutably termed;
    only as a SCIENTIST…

    Every train whistling royally through the wilderness
    of the jungles; may or may not impart inexorable
    exhilaration to its passengers seated despondently
    inside,
    And every thing on this Universe that was shrieking
    and on rails; could not be irrefutably termed; only as
    a TRAIN…

    Every mask fabulously woven in different dimensions;
    may or may not completely conceal the true identity of
    its dastardly beholder,
    And every thing on this Universe that was clandestine
    cloistering; could not be irrefutably termed; only as
    a MASK…

    Every arrow chiseled more lethally sharp than the
    knife; may or may not puncture its obsessively
    focussed target,
    And every thing on this Universe that was dedicatedly
    mission oriented; could not be irrefutably termed;
    only as an ARROW…

    Every article laden with eloquently vibrant imagery;
    may or may not reflect the supremely volatile spirit
    of harmonious survival,
    And every thing on this Universe that was a jugglery
    of rhapsodic words; could not be irrefutably termed;
    only as an ARTICLE..

    Every maze severely entangled in complications and
    enigmatic riddles; may or may not lead wholeheartedly
    to a victorious outlet,
    And every thing on this Universe that was profoundly
    criss-crossed; could not be irrefutably termed; only
    as a MAZE…

    Every couple bonded in threads of holy matrimony; may
    or may not immortalize the never dying spirit of love;
    for decades immemorial,
    And every thing on this Universe that was intimate
    togetherness; could not be irrefutably termed; only as
    a COUPLE…

    Every pig disdainfully snoring in the aisles of
    lackadaisical laziness; may or may not lavish gulping
    down the pile of ragged rubbish,
    And every thing on this Universe that was fetidly
    dirty; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
    PIG…

    Every crown zealously jeweled at all quarters; may or
    may not fit the scalp of the timidly feverish prince,
    And every thing on this Universe that was stupendously
    majestic; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
    CROWN…

    Every scar pruriently creeping up on innocent skin;
    may or may not reveal the invidiously hostile disaster
    that had devilishly engendered it,
    And every thing on this Universe that was distortedly
    ugly; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
    SCAR…

    Every adage perennially existing since this earth was
    created; may or may not change the tottering
    complexion of every impoverished life,
    And every thing on this Universe that was an impactful
    philosophy; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
    PHILOSOPHY…

    Every garage splendidly harboring a battalion of
    trendy cars; may or may not incorporate stealthy
    cobwebs in its Aztec interiors,
    And every thing on this Universe that was collapsible
    shutters; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
    GARAGE…

    Every battery prolifically charged all throughout the
    night; may or may not diffuse into light which killed
    even the most tiniest iota of disgusting darkness,
    And every thing on this Universe that was animatedly
    charged up; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
    BATTERY….

    Every fork bifurcated into countless blades; may or
    may not be able to hoist the crooked piece of
    sturgeon; sizzling tantalizingly in the chicory plate,
    And every thing on this Universe that was bent
    needles; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
    FORK….

    Every bull doggedly adorned in robes of satanic red;
    may or may not succeed in uncouthly goring its
    unsuspecting opponent,
    And every thing on this Universe that was
    intransigently stubborn; could not be irrefutably
    termed; only as a BULL….

    Every coin iridescently clattering in the insatiable
    aura of its opulence; may or may not bring
    astonishingly good luck to its cherished beholder,
    And every thing on this Universe that was marvelously
    glimmering; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
    COIN…

    Every geyser mechanically controlled with an
    unbelievable flurry of contemporary contraptions; may
    or may not generate water warm enough to withstand the
    chilling cold,
    And every thing on this Universe that was
    compassionately warm; could not be irrefutably termed;
    only as a GEYSER…

    Every drink glowing a fiery crimson; may or may not
    inebriate its consumer beyond the realms of pragmatic
    control,
    And every thing on this Universe that was ardently
    beautiful elixir; could not be irrefutably termed;
    only as a DRINK….

    Every cheek radiantly basking in robustly spell
    binding health; may or may not blush to a profuse
    crimson; when thoroughly embarrassed,
    And every thing on this Universe that was emphatically
    changing color; could not be irrefutably termed; only
    as a CHEEK….

    Every ear dangling in razor sharp precision from the
    head; may or may not be able to catch the most
    inconspicuously minuscule sound loitering around,
    And every thing on this Universe that was somberly
    flapping; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
    EAR…

    Every hero galloping in incredible cynosure and
    popularity; may or may not rap the chord of humanity
    in impoverished hearts alike,
    And every thing on this Universe that was
    resplendently starry; could not be irrefutably termed;
    only as a STAR…

    Every string resiliently suspended in open space; may
    or may not balance the weight of the monster trying
    nonchalantly to tread on its slim periphery,
    And every thing on this Universe that was wearily
    extruding from lackadaisical rags of barbarically
    ripped garment; could not be irrefutably termed; only
    as a STRING..

    Every organism evolved by Omnisciently Almighty lord;
    may or may not become a harbinger of humanity in the
    tenure of its life,
    And every thing on this Universe that the eye
    witnessed; could not be irrefutably termed; only as an
    ORGANISM…

    Every moustache sprouting into a splendidly masculine
    bush; may or may not be able to captivate the heart of
    the seductively wandering lady,
    And every thing on this Universe that was a coalition
    of hair; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
    MOUSTACHE…

    Every personality having a distinctive aura of its
    own; may or may not achieve the wings of heaven; after
    it emancipated breath and died,
    And every thing on this Universe that was
    charismatically graceful; could not be irrefutably
    termed; only as a PERSONALITY…

    Every denim jaded stupendously to a stonewash finish;
    may or may not appease the dynamically plodding youth,
    And every thing on this Universe that was
    substantially faded; could not be irrefutably termed;
    only as DENIM….

    Every scale astutely incorporating all nuances of
    measurement; may or may not be able to measure the
    absolute pinnacles of the sky,
    And every thing on this Universe that was fervently
    calibrated; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
    SCALE…

    Every obsession fanatically inhabiting each ingredient
    of the blood; may or may not thrive amidst the hostile
    pack of wolves,
    And every thing on this Universe that was insanely
    lunatic; could not be irrefutably termed; only as an
    OBSSESSION….

    Every smell nostalgically hovering in free space; may
    or may not incinerate adorably fond memories of
    existence,
    And every thing on this Universe that inadvertently
    reached the nostrils; could not be irrefutably termed;
    only as SMELL….

    Every longing as ardent as the roar of a lion; may or
    may not imprison the organism of its choice,
    And every thing on this Universe that you immortally
    dreamt of; could not be irrefutably termed; only as
    LONGING…

    Every treasury unimaginably glittering beyond infinite
    infinity; may or may not be able to purchase the
    happiness it so desired in life,
    And every thing on this Universe that was
    scintillatingly gorgeous luxury; could not be
    irrefutably termed; only as a TREASURY….

    Every cockroach loitering aimlessly around the
    lavatory seat; may or may not choose to frighten
    innocent beings,
    And every thing on this Universe that was pathetically
    filthy; could not irrefutably be termed; only as a
    COCKROACH…

    Every aircraft possessing an Oligarchic pair of wings;
    may or may not transport its passengers safely; in
    face of torrentially death storms,
    And every thing on this Universe that was frenziedly
    flying; could not be irrefutably termed; only as an
    AIRCRAFT…

    Every athlete fervently dashing towards the finishing
    line; may or may not wholeheartedly embrace the
    finishing line,
    And every thing on this Universe that was
    unflinchingly running; could not be irrefutably
    termed; only as an ATHLETE…

    Every season Omnisciently descending upon harmonious
    civilization; may or may not heal the wounds of
    uncouthly tyrannizing destiny,
    And every thing on this Universe that most
    synergistically metamorphosed its complexion; could
    not irrefutably be termed; only as SEASON…

    Every prodigy catapulting to the summit of
    unconquerable success; may or may not be a benevolent
    human being,
    And every thing on this Universe that was astoundingly
    proliferating; could not be irrefutably termed; only
    as a PRODIGY…

    Every novel propelled with an armory of fascinating
    tales; may or may not hold the attention of its reader
    till the very last page,
    And every thing on this Universe that was vibrantly
    worded; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
    NOVEL….

    Every angel that descended from the Omnipotent
    heavens; may or may not grant you; your unrelenting
    repertoire of boundless wishes,
    And every thing on this Universe with silken grace and
    charm; could not be irrefutably termed; only as an
    ANGEL…

    Every heart that throbbed an infinite times in
    passionate chests all across the planet; may or may
    not find the most supreme love of its life,
    And every thing on this Universe that fervently beats;
    could not be irrefutably termed; only as a HEART…

    Every soul that wanders frantically across the
    inexplicably mysterious realms of this gigantic
    planet; may or may not find the peace which it
    ardently desired,
    And every thing on this Universe that is holistically
    immortal; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
    SOUL…

    Every corpse morbidly rotting towards extinction; may
    or may not contain the impoverished caricature of
    those dead,
    And every thing on this Universe which impoverishedly
    clatters; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
    CORPSE…

    Every conscience which formed the nerve center of a
    persons existence; may or may not be perpetually
    righteous,
    And every thing on this Universe that is honest and
    the inner most; could not be irrefutably termed; only
    as CONSCIENCE..

    Every life that transgresses through sweltering
    cocoons of shimmering sand; may or may not be
    blissfully happy,
    And every thing on this Universe that is blooming with
    unprecedented joy; could not be irrefutably termed;
    only as LIFE…

  • Brad D.

    I always dreamed of the longest poem i could ever make,
    To touch your ears and makes you want to cry,
    That could make the beautiful waterfalls never run dry,

    I always dreamed of the longest poem i could ever make,
    That the words in it can make me fly,
    Just like looking into your eyes,
    That reveals a thousand fireflies,
    in the beautiful vast night sky,

    I always dreamed of the longest poem i could ever make,
    That all the words are in it, but still i cant put you in it,
    Because i can’t find your beauty’s limit,

    I always dreamed of the longest poem i could ever make,
    That can make me bleed, and move my own creed,
    Because of the all saddest lines that i can read,

    I always dreamed of the longest poem i could ever make,
    A lifetime it would take, for one to ever make,
    That every line will never break, It’s not like baking cake,

    I always dreamed of the longest poem i could ever make,
    That even i can’t understand why am i crying,
    Maybe it is because i spend my whole life crying,
    Even though it is like dying,
    Some part of me feels like i’m flying,

    I always dreamed of the longest poem i could ever make,
    To tell everyone I knew i love you,
    In words i know i can find in you,

    I always dreamed of the longest poem i could ever make,
    For the words in it are deeper than the deepest sea,
    That even the deepest sea will show the things which man can never see,

    I always dreamed of the longest poem i could ever make,
    Just like the universe which has no boundary,
    But will never make you weary,
    For the words in it can make your eyes teary,

    I always dreamed of the longest poem i could ever make,
    That can answer a thousand questions i had ever made,
    with just only one line i have made,

    I always dreamed of the longest poem i could ever make,
    That reading it tells us how beautiful life is,
    Just like living in Greece,
    Where everywhere you can say it is a bliss,

    I always dreamed of the longest poem i could ever make,
    That the words in it can define true happiness,
    Like the way you and I share our happiness,
    And the way we hold each other’s hands.
    It makes me feel that my love for you will never have ends,

    I always dreamed of the longest poem i could ever make,
    That it can tell you my life’s story,
    Like the rain reminding me of you,
    And it’s my own symbol of somethin’ new,
    for the rain makes me want to hold you,
    As soon as it stops, it leaves me feeling blue,
    Not knowing that I love the way I miss you,

    I always dreamed of the longest poem i could ever make,
    That it can explain me why stars are born,
    Maybe it is for us to see the true beauty of darkness,
    Which most of us care less,
    And maybe for us to realize how life is without darkness,
    Which most of us want it less,

    I always dreamed of the longest poem i could ever make,
    That even I can’t tell when i could stop writing it,
    For my whole life I am writing it.
    UNKNOWN AUTHOR

  • Brad D.

    The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
    Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
    And sorry I could not travel both
    And be one traveller, long I stood
    And looked down one as far as I could
    To where it bent in the undergrowth.

    Then took the other, as just as fair,
    And having perhaps the better claim,
    Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
    Though as for that the passing there
    Had worn them really about the same.

    And both that morning equally lay
    In leaves no step had trodden black.
    Oh, I kept the first for another day!
    Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
    I doubted if I should ever come back.

    I shall be telling this with a sigh
    Somewhere ages and ages hence:
    Two roads diverged in a wood, and I–
    I took the one less travelled by,
    And that has made all the difference.

  • Carly

    These poems were great my favorite was Eddie i loved it even though it was long.

  • Sarah K

    I liked the metaphor in this poem. The metaphor is that you should never give up hoping. Here is the poem:
    Joy

    Just when you thought

    that winter

    would be here forever,

    that it could never end,

    you saw:

    Amidst the frozen white,

    a tiny tip of green,

    first blade of grass,

    the messenger of spring.

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