Examples Of Symbolism In Poetry


  • An artistic and poetic movement or style using symbolic images and indirect suggestion to express mystical ideas, emotions, and states of mind. It originated in late 19th century France and Belgium, with important figures including Mallarmé, Maeterlinck, Verlaine, Rimbaud, and Redon
  • Symbolic meaning attributed to natural objects or facts
  • a system of symbols and symbolic representations
  • The use of symbols to represent ideas or qualities
  • the practice of investing things with symbolic meaning
  • an artistic movement in the late 19th century that tried to express abstract or mystical ideas through the symbolic use of images


  • A person or thing regarded in terms of their fitness to be imitated or the likelihood of their being imitated
  • (example) an item of information that is typical of a class or group; “this patient provides a typical example of the syndrome”; “there is an example on page 10”
  • (example) exemplar: something to be imitated; “an exemplar of success”; “a model of clarity”; “he is the very model of a modern major general”
  • A thing characteristic of its kind or illustrating a general rule
  • A printed or written problem or exercise designed to illustrate a rule
  • (example) model: a representative form or pattern; “I profited from his example”


  • A quality of beauty and intensity of emotion regarded as characteristic of poems
  • Literary work in which special intensity is given to the expression of feelings and ideas by the use of distinctive style and rhythm; poems collectively or as a genre of literature
  • Something regarded as comparable to poetry in its beauty
  • literature in metrical form
  • (poet) a writer of poems (the term is usually reserved for writers of good poetry)
  • any communication resembling poetry in beauty or the evocation of feeling

examples of symbolism in poetry

Morning in Wonderland

Morning in Wonderland
Morning in Wonderland

It took me many years to remember how I was playing as a child…
Now, the Golden Age is full of magic. It is still the same world but my view has changed.
The glasses I was looking through have changed.
Not coloured any more for example by pride and jealousy.
Now I see Wonderland.

The little white rabbit I have got I named Alice… :-)))


Falls Psychologie interessiert: Kindheit – Spielen – Motivationskraft B5 (Inneres Kind)

Follow the white Rabbit!…

Guten Morgen Alice! Alice ist das Synonym für das Land der Wunder. Sie ist die Bezeichnung für den Bewusstseinszustand des Kindes. Und auf der Ebene der Realität des Alltags ist es der Name meines weißen Zwergkaninchens.
Alice heißt: das Herz ist offen, staunend, verwundert und bezaubert. Die Welt ist verrückt und ich selbst bin es auch. Mein inneres Kind richtet seine Aufmerksamkeit auf Kreativität und Spiel, auf Schöpfung und Zerstörung. Alles steht im Einklang des Wechsels von Tag und Nacht, von Frühling und Herbst. Der Wandel wird wieder als natürlich empfunden und da das Kind im Augenblick lebt, ist die Angst vor der Veränderung in einer imaginierten Zukunft und ihrer Bedrohungen verschwunden.
Das erwachsene Kind kann frei werden und sein von erkannten Zwängen. Das kleine Kind in den meisten Fällen nicht. Kindheit bedeutet in der Regel Erziehung, Anpassung und Dienen Die Zwänge werden gemeistert durch die angepasste Rolle. Das Ego mit seiner Maske übernimmt die Führung durch die Wirren der Welt für eine lange Zeit, doch der Weg führt schließlich wieder in die Freiheit. Das schrittweise Freiwerden von den Strukturen der Anpassung macht die Ego-Rolle mehr und mehr überflüssig. Wonderland kommt zurück und sogar die weißen Kaninchen tauchen auf! Follow the white Rabbit!… Folge deinem Herzen!


Digital art based on own photography and textures


no. 37

no. 37
I captured a giant praying mantis in a large Ziploc bag one evening with the intention of using its dried carcass for the enhancement of the aesthetics of my living surroundings. (I imagined laying it across a Bible, for example, one day, across Tulips & Chimneys the next.)

A friend was appaled and shamed me for my soullessness to such a degree that I forswore capturing creatures for such purposes from that day forward. (Now if they’re already dead that’s a different story.)

The more I though about it, the more puzzled I became as to why suffocating a praying mantis — an insect — is generally frowned upon (I asked many people) while swatting a mosquito — also an insect — is not. I settled on this two-part answer: # 1 the praying mantis does not bite you # 2 a praying mantis in a plastic bag is way visually creepy, having the effect of playing out the slow death of the enigmatic insect — suffused as it is with symbolism — on an exaggerated and theatrical scale. So I let it go…

…and memorialized the moment in the form of a concrete poem, capturing in a picture of words the visual essence of the event. The 3 line –1 line — 3 line structure echoes visually the gripping end of the Ziploc. The alternating 7- and 5-syllable rhythms patterns echo haiku.