I hate poetry.  But when I don't try, I create halfway decent poetry.

And I hates it!

This was how I said that I was calling it quits for the night in another forum:

The land
Of this place that beckons
Softly
Does not seem to be
So far away
But rather
Calls
Like a lost sheep
Trying to find me

Someone please just tell me it stinks.  Things would go better for my psyche if I could reaffirm that poetry and I are like nitro and glycerin.

You mean simile, bistro.  In this case, it would only be a metafor if he snipped out the "like a" and kept it "calls/a lost sheep"

Simile and Metaphor are both separate subsets of figurative language, along with hyperbole, personification, and litotes, etc.

Similes are comparative: like rain, as if raining, as does rain. Metaphors replace one thing with another directly: sadness rained down on the city.

I like it, IF. The flow is a bit awkward at the start (read it aloud), it could probably use some tweaking. Not sure how I feel about "land of the place" or "softly."

The simile of the sheep is interesting because it's an inversion: generally, one calls to a lost sheep, not the other way around.

It doesn't suck, sorry.

*sigh*

So far by consensus... halfway decent.

*grumble*

I"m honestly saying that I think it is boring. I've heard crap like this a billion times. I mean seriously? "Calls like a lost sheep to find me". Really? Tell me you've never heard something almost EXACTLY like that before?