Poetic similes and metaphors
Are they just ungainly analogies?
The writing on the wall says Belshazzar.
The poets' gold now turned brass by alchemy.
Describes Guardsmen stood erect in their ranks
as like the contents of a vesta box.
Or a prostitute on a street corner.
A marina where men sail up and dock.
A cloud is a cloud, however lonely.
Child of a man is still a girl or boy.
A poem is a poem, understood.
Just verse concocted, a poetic ploy.
Exhausted by untruth and pretension,
Readers, unimpressed by the words they read.
Only those other pretentious poets.
Let metaphors or similes take heed.
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