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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 booksjust 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 bagyou'rea fish out of water
Gold stars are forgold diggerswhoat 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 mojoand you'reoff kilter
So here's the moral of the story I've learnedthrough thick and thin
You've gotta crawl before you can walkso don'trun like the wind
I admit, it's not
the greatest thing since sliced breadbut 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 tightyou couldcut through the tensionLike a hot knife through butterI'm smooth, I don't stutter
Even if improv lyrics are likea ship with no rudderDid you like that
warm welcome? Or do you preferthe cold shoulder?
I wrote another poem to givethe best of both worldsIt's
going downbecause I'mcoming upwith clever rhymes
But I'm only writing thissecond onejust tokill the timeInsomnia keeps me awake, so now I'm sleep deprived.
Does that make me anight owlor anearly bird? You decide!But I'm not a
one-trick ponyso don't sayhold your horses
I'll post multiple poems, socome and smell the rosesDo you want to hear a
juicy secret? Should Ispill the tea?
I'm aglass-half-full typeperson, optimisticto a teeI'm
fit as a fiddleexcept whenunder the weather
however, later, I'mright as rainIcouldn't be betterBut
when it rains it poursthey say, it could allcome undone
So I always save some money in arainy-day fundWhat else is there to say? If it all goes
down in flames
It'drub me the wrong waybut in the end it'sfair playI'm mixing metaphors. Water or fire? Make up your mind!
My point is I'llface the music+come rain or shineMaybe I
break the icepicturing what aperfect stormis
Or perhaps I'm justburning bridgescomparingapples to orangesApologies if these analogies only make you confused
Could youlet me off the hook? Maybe evencut me loose?Or at least
give me some slackcuz wegot off on the wrong foot
I was onlypulling your legI'll stopbeating around the bushI should just
bite the bulletand stop writing poems like this
I should find adead-end joband work thegraveyard shiftOr maybe
that ship has sailedalready, 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-beethat writes poetry
If my parentsgot wind of thisthey'd say I'mbarking up the wrong treeThey'd say focus on
the safe betbefore this getsout of hand
Weget our wires crossedlike that, they'll never understandIt's not that hard to
wrap your head around, I'm notat a crossroads
Commit tothe straight and narrow paththey say, but I've alreadygone offroadRiding my ATV, going
wherever the wind takes me
I prioritize both work AND play, and make itby the skin of the teethPenny for your thoughtsstrangers? Am Ia dime a dozen?
Is thisa wild-goose chasecuz this poem really wasn'tImpressive to y'all? Have I
dropped the ball? Should Itake the fall?
I guess it's not acakewalkon apiece of cakeafter all?If it comes
straight from the horse's mouthI'll have toput it to bed
That's thelast nail in the coffinand youhit the nail on the headI thought I could
kill two birds with one stone
I should've rememberedit takes two to tangoI had my dream
in my scopes. But now I've lost all hope.
Without an audienceI'm at the end of my ropeBut perhaps this is actually a
blessing in disguise?
Cuz though Iwouldn't hurt a flyI've gotbigger fish to fryWhen in RomeI could be aworker dronein my cubicle
Climbing the corporate ladderto meet our robot overlordsEven if it
costs me an arm and a legI'll make it
I'll workround the clockand justbefore I kick the bucketI'll find myself at
the heart of it allinthe 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 neverthe 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 pinchThey'll make the world more poetic and artistic and humane
Turns out3rd time's the charmthat's right my poetry saved the dayOne step at a timethat's all it takes,baby steps
If they ask you tosell your soulyou say "I'lltake a rain cheque!"Put on your
poker faceandwalk the walk, don't just talk the talk
Andwhen you reach the topyou slay the godsagainst all oddsThen show kindness to everyone up who along the way
got wrecked
And as theypay it forwardtoo it'll become asnowball effectWhen it's
in full swingthisrising tide will lift all ships
Sobreak a legcuz I'm gonnacall it a daynow 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
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