Metaphorical Poems

  In a Sea of People   People look at me but they do not see me at all.  I'm alone with my thoughts in spring, summer and fall. In a sea of people I am alone. I am alone amidst a sea of strangers. They cannot know me. Who should I talk to, and what should I say? Who is a friend, and who is an enemy? While I am still alive I am not noticed.  When I am gone I will not be missed. In the universe in all its vastness  I will be just one less. Time is all we have. It is an endless sea. Time is all I have. Infinity awaits me. ©️ Roland Burton , September 9, 2024 Metaphorical Poems  

Tough to keep pace even with Outwardness Am always divided into Ownself At the same time dual Presences; Under overt thousands of separate existences Covert most powerful pivoted One. Devotion and Addiction of sensible Organs Heart and soul steps and Endeavours  To accept and adapt This material World  In lying, sitting and standing ways In any realistic Circumstances; Wow! Twilight-like dual experiences! Also this Mind is again and again Losing, mixing and probing  Into distant, untouched,alienated,banished  Engraved, invisible Interest; A most influential Height and Depth. Hi my Researchers,  Search after search  Here may be innermost Any! (c) Abu Sayeed  Metaphorical Poems  

By Nwafor Oji Awala  The poem Innermost Any by Abu Sayeed from Bangladesh is a layered exploration of the struggle between the external world and the inner self. It carries a metaphysical depth, mingling psychological tension with philosophical reflection, all through the use of striking imagery and metaphorical contrasts. At its core, the poem dramatizes the difficulty of keeping pace with outwardness —the demands, expectations, and distractions of the material world. The speaker confesses being “divided into Ownself,” suggesting a fragmentation of identity. This duality—caught between outer presence and inner presence—sets the stage for the rest of the poem’s introspection. The poet juxtaposes the overt thousands of separate existences with the covert most powerful pivoted One . Here, we see the classic conflict between multiplicity and unity: the scattered engagements of everyday life versus the hidden, unshakable essence of being. The latter suggests a spiritual center, a ...

Nwafor Oji Awala  Let the nameless be Avoid the wrath of the faceless Tomb raiders dare The venom of pit crawlers  Don't ask me to name a spell It  leads to hell Knowing or doubting is no deal Naming the nameless invokes evil Let the nameless be Avoid the wrath of the faceless  Author’s Note “Let the Nameless Be” was first written and published on social media in 2022. It now forms part of my upcoming book, tentatively titled We Are Who We Are. This poem reflects my meditation on the nature of the hidden and the consequences of tampering with what should remain untouched. The nameless represents mysteries that defy human grasp, while the faceless embodies the unseen powers that guard them. The act of naming is not neutral; it carries power. To name the nameless is to summon it, and with that summoning comes danger. The images of “tomb raiders” and “pit crawlers” serve as vivid warnings: those who trespass forbidden spaces often awaken venomous consequences. Likewise,...

Bumuh Martin  Bumuh Martin, the Cameroonian poet, offers us in Iron Ladies a layered metaphorical tribute to women of strength, fearlessness, and social presence. In the streets where power is often equated with masculinity, Martin crafts a counter-narrative: the resilience of women who stand as pillars of moral correction and social control. Strength in Voice and Action  From the very opening— "Fearless in thought and in word, and in deed" — the poet situates these women as embodiments of courage in every dimension of life. They are not passive observers of society; rather, they act, speak, and think independently. Without them, Martin suggests, chaos would ensue: “dogs will always freely breed” and “bad boys will range all dark nooks.” In other words, the absence of their presence would mean unrestrained vice. Respect and Dread as Weapons The Iron Ladies inspire both respect and dread. Martin captures their aura through imagery of street power: curses that silence m...

Bumuh Martin  Iron Ladies  Fearless in thought and in word, and in deed_ What they want to do, they of course, will do; Without them, dogs will always freely breed... Bad boys will range all dark nooks and strike too. Folks dread the curse of stark crones when they boo... They subdue those dogged men who think they know, Draw respect from among our street's who's who.. When roosters see grave dames, they fear to crow. With full pent up spite, they stoop and talk low Then spit their outrage right into your face; Make you pick up and eat those boasts you throw, Then buy you one beer to seal your disgrace. Our street smarts have learnt to watch their place_ They know all shes are not those shes in need Whom they can drag and torment without trace... They now know well that their men pride can bleed. (c) Bumuh Martin  Metaphorical Poems