Metaphors and Similes

I am Madison

The soft light to start the day and to commence the night's display, I am like the Twilight bringing gentle colors as the horizon fades.

I am like a honeysuckle growing strong with the company of others, sweet with nectar and memories of childhood adventures.

A brave blue, the color of the tousled sea, a daring and deep midnight dream.

The Season in transition from Winter to Summer, warmth with a chill and fresh flowers.

Young anticipation, expectant not of fear but of pure excitement and a path of curiosity.

A wild mustang strong with precision, a jump in my step, and a stubborn independence.

An in-line skater and collector of cd's, I am like the 80's, I'd prefer the life of a treasure seeking Goonie.

An open book full of history with trails marking its course, I am like Massachusetts rich with stories and seasons of growth. 

Spring's Little Surprises

Hello!  I'm very sorry for the long two year wait, life's been busy leaving me with no writing time.  But I'm back at it with another poem inspired by the beautiful spring weather we are experiencing here in Missouri.  I hope you enjoy this little tidbit.  

Spring's Little Surprises

Delicate petals that birth from the sturdy trunk

Scrolls of bark that freely unravel young wood

Rays of gold that gently light the cheek with warmth

Peeking greens that path the dampened earth

Gentle winds that graze the water's rippled surface

Colors displayed across the past season’s neutral tones

Subtle chirps that harmonize with distant song

Patient eyes watching the uniquely patterned growth

~Madison Bateman

A Rainy Day

She looked beyond the window pane,

To see the birds at their fleeting games,

The ivory bark damp with rain,

The red-nosed children dripping little frames,

The tousled puddles never to be left the same,

To hear the constant tapping rain,

The wind chimes dancing to the music they played,

The clouds humming and mumbling to the tunes that were made,

The leaves shuffling, ruffling every which way,

Watching and Listening to all that God made.

~Madison Bateman

Lovely Spring

Swirling winds and fogging trees,

Barren fields, barring dreams of

Flourished greens and misting streams,

Fluttering meadows and chirping birds,

Checkered blankets upon the grass,

Fresh strawberries dripping down my lap,

Sweet lemons and crunchy watermelons,

Penny rain with no refrain,

Tiny buds and buzzing bees,

The earth alive, dancing free

Life beyond my wildest dreams,

The long awaited Season of

Spring

Go:61

This is a poem I wrote for the organization Go:61, based off of of the verse Isaiah 61. Go:61 is a nonprofit organization against modern day slavery and human trafficking.

From the ashes you made life,

From the grave you came alive,

You have conquered every strife,

And even with all my pride,

You held me up before your life,

Crying blood all for me,

So that I could be set free,

We must take the next step,

We can’t stop at your last breath,

Everything that you have done,

Must always carry on,

For I hear the captives every plea,

Crying to God,

“Come save me!”

I see the women trapped in lies,

Wanting her soul to come alive,

I feel the gripping hearts inside,

Broken with fear,

Trying to hide,

We can shine your loving light,

Into each and every dark, lost life,

We can do amazing things,

Through you who give so many dreams.

~Madison Bateman

A Treasure, A Pleasure

A secret, mysterious, Treasure.

That fills one with a deep, unspoken Pleasure.

Coming to surface what cannot be Measured.

Am I empty or full?

It is something so unknown.

The emptiness consumes.

The fullness blinds.

The pain is stripping my soul inside.

The feelings are burning so high, but why?

Is it love or fate?

I cannot contemplate.

 So vast and high are the feelings I cannot hide.

They burst from within like the sunrise on the tide 

Or the moon's bright shadow deep at night.

Beautiful yet daunting

What may surprise

What lies before my tear spent eyes.

Something awaits my adventurous mind,

Undreamed, Unheard

From the ears of the wise.

Soon it comes

Just as a wave crashes from behind,

Unseen, Unreal

For no one know what truly lies.

That's what makes it a surprise,

A Treasure, A Pleasure

That will soon arrive.

~Madison Bateman

This poem can mean a lot of things to you, it just depends on what you are going through.  You could see it as relating to Love, Life, or even Death.  This is a good poem to ponder on...

Sunrise Bay

The constant changing colors of the sunrise on the bay was truly a work of God!