Dry as a Bone

Bone dry, the desert yawns its endless throat,
A barren expanse where no rivers float,
The sun, a tyrant, drains the earth of tears,
A stark reminder of parched, forgotten years.

Clear as Crystal

Crystal clear, the morning’s light breaks free,
A window pane to glimpse eternity,
Truth shines unmasked, untainted by disguise,
A mirror of the soul beneath the skies.

Cheap as Dirt

Dirt cheap, the trinket shines in fleeting glee,
A bauble bought for less than dignity,
Yet value’s worth defies its shallow cost,
For treasure lies in hearts, not money lost.

White as a Lily

Lily white, the snow falls pure and still,
A canvas kissed by winter’s gentle will,
Untouched by stain, it holds the world’s embrace,
A fleeting hymn to innocence and grace.

Thin as a pencil

Pencil thin, the crescent moon takes flight,
A silver sliver slicing through the night,
Its fragile arc a whispered, fleeting line,
A poet’s stroke drawn from the hand divine.

Black as pitch

Pitch black, the void envelops all in shrouds,
A velvet cloak that swallows light and clouds,
Yet stars ignite in bold rebellion’s fight,
To pierce the veil and scatter shards of light.

Sharp as a Razor

Razor sharp, the edge of wit and blade,
A weapon wielded where the truth is laid,
It cuts through lies, reveals the tender core,
And leaves us changed, yet longing to explore.

Sick as a Dog

Dog sick, the body bends beneath its ache,
A fevered storm no soothing cloth can break.
Each breath a weight, each moment stretched and long,
Yet through the pain, a will to still be strong.

Tired as a dog

Dog tired, I sink into my bed’s embrace,
The weight of hours etched upon my face.
Each bone and muscle in need of rest, repair,
As dreams arise to soothe the wear and tear.