Best Interpret Poems

Dream

My mirrored reflection silently speaks

You honor me with your vulnerability
Your scars of life
Your unhealed wounds of betrayal

Dream journals tattoo your body
Your open arms of desire...

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Thirty Eight ( Corny Cancer Poem) For Sharon

Hallmark has a million cards in their catalog
And not one of them says,
Life Sucks
American greetings had nothing that...

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Tell me a tale of humanity
Paint me the love of your life
Show me a path to humility
How a man should honour his wife.

Help children believe...

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(Hello, my sweet friend!)

Speaks in unknown tongues 
Nevertheless it will consume
Ask for food, 
A sweet drink 
The hunger and thirst are real
It's pitchfork aims at...

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I rise at the center of...
Is it a room? This is a face.
There is motion, too fast, too clamorous.
Cryptic and opaque. Shapes shift
into my field...

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This is a parody of "I can't Dance." by Genesis.


Metaphor junkies
spewing their dung
actin all holy
like they've written in tounges...

Can anybody
interpret that (Bleep)
explain the poems meaning
with...

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This Poem Is Who I Am With Everybody.

I was told who I am, always reflects upon my friends 
and family. When I choose a friend...

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POTD 21 November 2017

So professional in his lies - So ruthless in his ambition
Feeding lies to the simple folk - convincing in his deception
Telling them...

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An Autumn Portrait of Beauty

On this quite beautiful and most radiant Autumn day,
I marvel at Mother Nature’s smile of silent pulchritude,
As I make a loving...

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The world comes knocking on your door.
And changes nothing from before.
For who we are is from within.
When we learn that, that's when we win.

There's always...

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I fear not the unknown
but what I cannot unleash and interpret
stifled emotions blur my vision
leaving my looking glass self – unclear

my insides are in disarray,...

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Dearest Santa, my one wish may seem strange
but please do not interpret me as snide.
I wish this kindness so please do arrange  
my Christmas...

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The sky was yellow, with sparkling beams
in iridescent gold
reflected on the pointed hat
of an elf, two centuries old.

The hostess of the hour was sweet
in a...

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In words and brushstrokes, live my heart and soul;
   as artist, poet, these gifts make me whole.
Words from my soul convey what's in...

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Misunderstood, trapped and rarely
considered an equal; confusion
dominates many faces that try to
comprehend my broken voice.
No-one seems to recognise my
body language and unusual hand movements.
Wrong conclusions...

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