Treasure Island

Allen Steble

(20/04/1987)

*(A simile like love, a metaphor is love) *


(love is like)
Love is like a painting
filled with all colours and shades
love is like a bleeding heart
cut with many sharp blades
love is like a never ending story
that always begins with a kiss
love is like a space everlasting
that fills bitterness with bliss
love is like the circle of eternity
always there to take for free

(love is)
Love is an open clear pool
where no hate can dare swim
love is a captured sunset
where the warmth never grows dim
love is desire held in the eye
that spreads quickly to the heart
love is a black starry night sky
a metaphor of glorious art
love is a deep dark hole of mystery
always there to take free

Submitted: Sunday, November 23, 2008
Edited: Thursday, October 15, 2009

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  • Kara Aleid (6/13/2011 2:20:00 PM)

    i like this alot ... please look at my poem to its called life as we know x (Report) Reply

  • C.H. Seow (11/30/2008 5:44:00 AM)

    wow...a brilliant piece of writing! how i wish i could write as good as u...seriously..i loved this poem ALOT! oh and do u mean 'simile'? sorry..no critizism intented cos i've always been taught in that spelling... (Report) Reply

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