Can someone give me love poems with allegory?
Posted on October 21st, 2009 by admin
Can someone please help me find two examples of love poems with allegory please. I have searched for hours upon hours and i can’t seem to find even one.
This isn’t typically romantic, but it dances along those lines:
"Black Butterfly" by Triin Kann
Sitting lonely in a white padded room
The silence is too loud and too cruel
I’m cold, and alone, but they don’t care
On the road they left me somewhere
But I ended up sitting here barefoot
With an evil smile and a wicked look
I can hear her coming through the air
Just last night we played truth or dare
But she didn’t really talk that much
And she never lets me gently touch
Her dark little broken velvet wings
When she comes, the angels sing
She’s my only friend through the days
But every evening she flies away
She brings darkness to this room
Sometimes she whisper’s that I’m doomed
She makes me think I’m losing my mind
Searching for peace I know I can’t find
Her wings are broken, she wants to break mine
Without her here I feel perfectly fine
I feel her presence, I know she’s already here
She plays on the strings of my mind and fears
She’s circling around me, and looking at me
She knows exactly what I think or feel
Room’s filled with loud silence and bright darkness
She knows she’s making me become a real mess
She fills my mind with doubt and fear
And whispers insanity in both of my ears
Once I thought butterflies are sweet and free
But this one here is bad, and meant to torture me
I hide my scars, my cuts and bruises
In this game there’s no room for losers
I know I could just catch and kill her
But then a part of me would start to hurt
Sure I’m sober, and I know I’m still sane
I’d like to watch her burn with a bright flame
I was told I have to walk my road alone
But for some reason she always comes along
On her broken wings at night she flies away
But for now my ‘friend’ black butterfly will stay
I know in my heart that one day I will grow strong
Then she can’t hurt me like she’s done for so long
On that day I will hear my black butterfly cry
And then watch when she slowly dies
October 22nd, 2009 at 1:10 am
The Song of Solomon (in the Bible) is believed to be an allegory. You can read about it at http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Song_of_Songs .
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October 22nd, 2009 at 1:51 am
This isn’t typically romantic, but it dances along those lines:
"Black Butterfly" by Triin Kann
Sitting lonely in a white padded room
The silence is too loud and too cruel
I’m cold, and alone, but they don’t care
On the road they left me somewhere
But I ended up sitting here barefoot
With an evil smile and a wicked look
I can hear her coming through the air
Just last night we played truth or dare
But she didn’t really talk that much
And she never lets me gently touch
Her dark little broken velvet wings
When she comes, the angels sing
She’s my only friend through the days
But every evening she flies away
She brings darkness to this room
Sometimes she whisper’s that I’m doomed
She makes me think I’m losing my mind
Searching for peace I know I can’t find
Her wings are broken, she wants to break mine
Without her here I feel perfectly fine
I feel her presence, I know she’s already here
She plays on the strings of my mind and fears
She’s circling around me, and looking at me
She knows exactly what I think or feel
Room’s filled with loud silence and bright darkness
She knows she’s making me become a real mess
She fills my mind with doubt and fear
And whispers insanity in both of my ears
Once I thought butterflies are sweet and free
But this one here is bad, and meant to torture me
I hide my scars, my cuts and bruises
In this game there’s no room for losers
I know I could just catch and kill her
But then a part of me would start to hurt
Sure I’m sober, and I know I’m still sane
I’d like to watch her burn with a bright flame
I was told I have to walk my road alone
But for some reason she always comes along
On her broken wings at night she flies away
But for now my ‘friend’ black butterfly will stay
I know in my heart that one day I will grow strong
Then she can’t hurt me like she’s done for so long
On that day I will hear my black butterfly cry
And then watch when she slowly dies
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