Hyperbole poems love to exaggerate! They take normal things and blow them out of proportion to make them more extreme.
These poems are full of strong feelings. Whether it’s love, anger, happiness, or sadness. These poems can be funny because of the exaggerated language.
They make you laugh by describing things in a way that’s way beyond reality. Hyperbole poems use comparisons that are not meant to be taken literally.
They also inspire you to express yourself more creatively and exaggeratedly. It’s like learning a new language of expression, which can be exciting and liberating.
Let’s read some famous hyperbole poems and share them with others.
My Heart Beats For You
By Kelly Roper
One thousand stampeding bison thundering across the plains
Couldn’t drown out the sound of my heart beating for you.
Its rhythm feeds the greatest symphony ever known to man,
Yet such life-transforming love is experienced by so few.
I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud
By William Wordsworth
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in a never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand I saw at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Hyperbole
By Justin Reamer
Your brother is like
Ten feet tall;
He stands so tall
That he could probably reach
The Eiffel Tower without even trying.
It’s like he’s Paul Bunyan
Or something like that.
What Am I?
By Anonymous
I’m bigger than the entire earth
More powerful than the sea
Though a million, billion have tried
Not one could ever stop me.
I control each person with my hand
and hold up fleets of ships.
I can make them bend to my will
with one word from my lips.
I’m the greatest power in the world
in this entire nation.
No one should ever try to stop
a child’s imagination.
Appetite
By Anonymous
In a house the size of a postage stamp
lived a man as big as a barge.
His mouth could drink the entire river
You could say it was rather large
For dinner he would eat a trillion beans
And a silo full of grain,
Washed it down with a tanker of milk
As if he were a drain.
As I Walked Out One Evening
“I’ll love you, dear, I’ll love you
Till China and Africa meet,
And the river jumps over the mountain
And the salmon sing in the street.”
A Red, Red Rose”
By Robert Burns,
Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;
I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.
To His Coy Mistress
By Andrew Marvell
A hundred years should go to praise
Thine eyes and on thy forehead gaze;
Two hundred to adore each breast;
But thirty thousand to the rest.
Nothing More Or Less
By Paloma
hid insecurities within
ambiguous humor &
convoluted whimsies,
rules consistently changing
in a game which required
hardly more than breath,
nothing less than obscurity
twisting a fallible fancy,
seizing day’s intangibility
Thanksgiving
By Anonymous
A mountain of baby carrots,
a turkey the size of a cow.
a river full of gravy
a dog that says meow
Every pie known to man
and gallons full of ice cream.
By the time my dinner is over
I surely won’t be lean.
Between The Lines
By Daniel Turner
Nebulous streams, clouding my brain
Vapor trail dreams, from paper airplanes
Cherry red glow, watch with no chain
Ribbons and bows, tied to the flames
Anchors on strings, hanging from sails
Bells that don’t ring, throw down the pail
Falling through cracks, greased by the sale
Hearts made of wax, sent through the mail
Waterfall wishes on stars with no swings
Broken blue dishes stuck to the king
Photos with glitches on invisible wings
Temptation itches on all living things
I Cry On Your Anger
By Darren White
I love you, but they say I can’t
For I’ll extinguish you
But that I will defy
That fiery independence
You bow before me and hide
How can I kill the one I love?
You hate, you say, and run
From me, I will pursue
Will stalk your every trunk
and twig, your every shoot
and limb. What you devour
I soothe, I cry on your anger
My tears will quench your ire
Until you give yourself to me
My arms and body douse
your rage. You will surrender
We both will leave fertile
soil behind, offspring will grow.
Summertime is Here
By Sharon Hendricks
My tongue is a piece of sandpaper
I’m dissolving into a puddle.
I want to dive into a snowdrift
Though I’m sure that would befuddle
Open me up, my organs are cooked
I think I’m now well done.
You can fry an egg upon my brow
As I melt away in the sun!
I Stole The Moon
By Emile Pinet
On a clear night, I stole the moon
and placed it in a gold locket.
Acting like a wealthy tycoon,
I tucked it into my pocket.
I tried to impress all the girls
with my pretty shiny object.
And yet, unlike a string of pearls
a magical moon was suspect.
It wasn’t long before I knew
that it looked better in the sky.
And so, I put it back like new
nonetheless, it was worth a try.
Dragon Eyes
By Emile Pinet
She enters a room like a storm
thunder rumbling within her wake.
And a deluge of tears follow
as the very ground seems to quake.
She’s an explosion of fireworks
as spectacular as the dawn.
And unleashing flames of fury
in a blinding flash, she is gone.
A lady to be reckoned with
fire flares in her dragon eyes.
And strikes fear in the hearts of men
exposing their secrets and lies.
A source of fiery energy,
her eyes illuminate the night.
And her aura intensifies
to a glow of exquisite light.
My Dog
By Anonymous
His bark breaks the sound barrier
His nose is as cold as an ice box.
A wag of his tail causes hurricanes
His jumping causes falling rocks.
He eats a mountain of dog food
And drinks a water fall dry.
But though he breaks the bank
He’s the apple of my eye.
Bursts Of Light
By Emile Pinet
Like shooting stars that pierce the dark,
they paint the sky with bursts of light.
And oohs and ahhs follow each spark,
like shooting stars that pierce the dark.
Rockets explode over the park,
raining color onto the night.
Like shooting stars that pierce the dark,
they paint the sky with bursts of light.
Humble Request
By Chrisdad Kojo Arthur
Life,if you could be nice to me for a second,
Trust me, I will make you proud
I will grow to become a legend
For even without words, my presence will be so loud
Trust me, I will make you proud
You and I will be respected by all and sundry
For even without words, my presence will be so loud
You, success and I will become one family
You and I will be respected by all and sundry
I shall defend you when men brand you unfair
You, success and I will become one family
Love, joy and happiness will we share
I shall defend you when men brand you unfair
under one roof we lay
Love, joy and happiness will we share
So, life, please be nice and pave the way.
Concord Hymn
By Ralph Waldo Emerson
By the rude bridge that arched the flood,
Their flag to April’s breeze unfurled,
Here once the embattled farmers stood
And fired the shot heard round the world.
The foe long since in silence slept;
Alike the conqueror silent sleeps;
And Time the ruined bridge has swept
Down the dark stream which seaward creeps.
On this green bank, by this soft stream,
We set today a votive stone;
That memory may their deed redeem,
When, like our sires, our sons are gone.
Spirit, that made those heroes dare
To die, and leave their children free,
Bid Time and Nature gently spare
The shaft we raise to them and thee.
This is all about hyperbole poems.