@Hopeless1231 keep going brother 😊
Can anyone give me poetry using idioms?
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Can anyone give me poetry using idioms?
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Boldly awkward, I can be.
As much of my prominence lays in the head, less so my mouth.I've always been more of a writer than a talker.
I don't talk really great, but writing I do.
The separation between the two, like a vast chasm with no bridged point.Most of my recent moments, fraught with feeling outcast but also intuitively seeing similarities between individuals, as if being common brought sanity to all.
Commonality in high composure and astute speech.
From the outside, it's all there, but inside, hardly think it's anywhere at all.
You can see it in the eyes, the solemn bravado lay waste in pupils and irises.
Gazes aren't straight, words are quick, witted and wispy.All waiting for a turn to speak, rather than listen to the speaking.
For in that specific silence, most will meet the subjugation of innermost traumas.
Has a whole world gone mad, on insolence or veiled reasonings..
Aside from the chatter.When a mind breaks open, to all the fragrant possibilities,
It is those who remain shut, who wield the torch and pitchfork.
Consistently spinning the same gear against the same mechanism that brought forth a hollow sound that rang in all ears.
But never stopped ringing..Every thought I speak,
Met with dismissal or wandering murmurs..
A fish born on land, a wasp making nest in the sea.
Such a tragedy, like a ghost wafting in the air,
So I am -
@sabrina1212 : Can anyone give me poetry using idioms?
Once in a blue moon
Theelephant in the room
Can become theteacher's pet
Though it may soon regret
Trying to be aneager beaver
Hitting the books
just to please her
Cuz whenyour head's in the clouds
You'rein for a penny, in for a pound
Aparty pooper
+rains on your parade
Butwhen life hands you lemons, you make lemonade
Still it get's tough tolook for the silver lining
When it no longer feels likeyou're on cloud nine
Soon you've got no moreaces up your sleeve
You've been dethroned, once morethe black sheep
The cat's out the bag
you'rea fish out of water
Gold stars are forgold diggers
whoat the eleventh hour
Bribed their way up to the teacher's top spot
She's got a new fave now,like two peas in a pod
She took the bait and fell for it,hook, line and sinker
Theystole your thunder
, you'velost your mojo
and you'reoff kilter
So here's the moral of the story I've learnedthrough thick and thin
You've gotta crawl before you can walk
so don'trun like the wind
I admit, it's not
the greatest thing since sliced bread
but I did kinda make it up on the spot in the span of 15-20 ish minutes, so... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ -
Thought I'd give it another try, because... reasons?
That gif itself is an idiomatic expression!
My flow isso tight
you couldcut through the tension
Like a hot knife through butter
I'm smooth, I don't stutter
Even if improv lyrics are likea ship with no rudder
Did you like that
warm welcome
? Or do you preferthe cold shoulder
?
I wrote another poem to givethe best of both worlds
It's
going down
because I'mcoming up
with clever rhymes
But I'm only writing thissecond one
just tokill the time
Insomnia keeps me awake, so now I'm sleep deprived.
Does that make me anight owl
or anearly bird
? You decide!But I'm not a
one-trick pony
so don't sayhold your horses
I'll post multiple poems, socome and smell the roses
Do you want to hear a
juicy secret
? Should Ispill the tea
?
I'm aglass-half-full type
person, optimisticto a tee
I'm
fit as a fiddle
except whenunder the weather
however, later, I'mright as rain
Icouldn't be better
But
when it rains it pours
they say, it could allcome undone
So I always save some money in arainy-day fund
What else is there to say? If it all goes
down in flames
It'drub me the wrong way
but in the end it'sfair play
I'm mixing metaphors. Water or fire? Make up your mind!
My point is I'llface the music
+come rain or shine
Maybe I
break the ice
picturing what aperfect storm
is
Or perhaps I'm justburning bridges
comparingapples to oranges
Apologies if these analogies only make you confused
Could youlet me off the hook
? Maybe evencut me loose
?Or at least
give me some slack
cuz wegot off on the wrong foot
I was onlypulling your leg
I'll stopbeating around the bush
I should just
bite the bullet
and stop writing poems like this
I should find adead-end job
and work thegraveyard shift
Or maybe
that ship has sailed
already, I can't be sure. Who knows?
I think I'll try my hand at both tosee which way the wind blows
!I'm
throwing caution to the wind
, aworker-bee
that writes poetry
If my parentsgot wind of this
they'd say I'mbarking up the wrong tree
They'd say focus on
the safe bet
before this getsout of hand
Weget our wires crossed
like that, they'll never understandIt's not that hard to
wrap your head around
, I'm notat a crossroads
Commit tothe straight and narrow path
they say, but I've alreadygone offroad
Riding my ATV, going
wherever the wind takes me
I prioritize both work AND play, and make itby the skin of the teeth
Penny for your thoughts
strangers? Am Ia dime a dozen
?
Is thisa wild-goose chase
cuz this poem really wasn'tImpressive to y'all? Have I
dropped the ball
? Should Itake the fall
?
I guess it's not acakewalk
on apiece of cake
after all?If it comes
straight from the horse's mouth
I'll have toput it to bed
That's thelast nail in the coffin
and youhit the nail on the head
I thought I could
kill two birds with one stone
I should've rememberedit takes two to tango
I had my dream
in my scopes
. But now I've lost all hope.
Without an audienceI'm at the end of my rope
But perhaps this is actually a
blessing in disguise
?
Cuz though Iwouldn't hurt a fly
I've gotbigger fish to fry
When in Rome
I could be aworker drone
in my cubicle
Climbing the corporate ladder
to meet our robot overlordsEven if it
costs me an arm and a leg
I'll make it
I'll workround the clock
and justbefore I kick the bucket
I'll find myself at
the heart of it all
inthe eye of the storm
Except they've got no hearts of course, that's where I reveal my final formA double-agent in the illuminati,
playing the devil's advocate
Better late than never
the poet in me is alive againI'll serenade each one of them, and just like the Grinch
Their hearts will grow 3 times as large andcome through in a pinch
They'll make the world more poetic and artistic and humane
Turns out3rd time's the charm
that's right my poetry saved the dayOne step at a time
that's all it takes,baby steps
If they ask you tosell your soul
you say "I'lltake a rain cheque
!"Put on your
poker face
andwalk the walk, don't just talk the talk
Andwhen you reach the top
you slay the godsagainst all odds
Then show kindness to everyone up who along the way
got wrecked
And as theypay it forward
too it'll become asnowball effect
When it's
in full swing
thisrising tide will lift all ships
Sobreak a leg
cuz I'm gonnacall it a day
now anddip
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@sabrina1212 I found this one online
The Idiom Of Love
I was drinking wine
I was making minds mine
I was turning keys
I was setting people free
I was being deceived
By the silent side of meI was welcomed home
I was gone away
I was free to roam
I was told to stay
I was being confused
By the soul that I had usedI was flying by
I was flying high
I was never questioned why
I was prepared to die
I was beautified
By the ugly side of lifeI was crying tears
I was drowning in my fears
I was feeling weak
I was releasing my years
I was afraid to peak
Afraid to get nearI was smart enough to be a step ahead
She did more crying than I did
I was strong enough to be brave
She loved enough to be my slave
I was dumb enough to let her go
She was smart enough to lose hope -
@sabrina1212 Humpty dumpty sat on a wall