Best Interpretation Poems

If you can keep calm when all around you,
Are frustrated, and angry with you,
Always believe in yourself, and be true,
Don’t be too proud, be positive with others too,
All good things come to those who wait,
Don’t ever listen to lies, that’s a fact,
Try to avoid being...

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Can beauty be interpreted 
Like the King James Version
All the scriptures made correct
All the verses like virgins
Can punctuation be the eyes
With the comma being a smile
The period being the entire face
And chapters being a style
Can books be the ages and pages
From Genesis to Revelation
And the...

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My Interpretation Of Love:


Is being a true friend no matter what.

Is allowing yourself to love from your 
soul.

Is giving of yourself self without taking.

Is being comfortable enough to bear it all 
without any restrictions.

Is choosing to stay for the long haul in 
spite of the...

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The radiant sun
Pounds the surface of the earth
Upon the rising of day
Forcing its presence
Onto the green and blue
Allowing the color of day
To be spread upon
The canvas of life

With an artists eye
One can see the beauty
The brushstrokes and hues
And interpret the morning, the day
As a true...

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Fireballs, meteors, or comets
hurled at the world like falling stars.
Aimed at little houses and little cars.
Speeding downward to crush the 
homes
of a village and town where love and 
freedom roam.
And this is seen but unknown by the 
faces 
that reside in such beautiful places...
For all...

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beneath a gold sun
a small child with arms outstretched. . .
joy of  life embraced

wearing just a smile
the boy straddles a white horse. . . 
strength in purity

an orange banner
grasped tightly in the child's hand. . . 
vitality seized

sun's rays in blue sky. . ....

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He could see words,
but could not read what she had written.
A paragraph was as difficult as deciphering
telegraph dots for the first time. Cluelessness
was washed all over his face.

"Honey, what is this?" he asked.

"A letter written for you," she replied.

She could tell from his face he...

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speech and debate team members
competed every week
new schools, new judges, input sought

national finals at Niagara University
eleven hundred contestants 
vying for trophies worth their weight in gold

mix up the meter, don't stress the rhyme
select a "poem" that would be unique
then give it your own tweak

casting Longfellow...

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I create - my speaker creates tone
Choosing words selectively - having diction
Writing with an implied attitude
The subject it is created
Whether it be fiction or nonfiction
I accentuate and it's syntax in tact
Dramatically forming a phrase
Or sentence therefore into imagery
Detailing - a sound effect
Rhyming - timing -...

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He, She, they, them, their or choices .
I wonder if your world is round or maybe not because probably your mind is cubical , you are a dice, it is as similar as the dice given as an example of cube , a cube which...

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Lord, there are so many different opinions on Religion.                                    ...

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We each must seek to walk our very own walk
Although most getting stuck inside its box
Through the door of hate well learned,
Another tear drop subsides;

For each table has been turned

The interpretation of a dream,
She was living on a wing and a prayer
Other matters of the...

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Why was my whole special school life, 
An interpretation of nature and school?
A philosophical contemplation and analysis,
A freeway inquiry into the education tool. 

Because the god concept was lain out,
On the household table, delicately spread, 
I was sharp at social phenomenon, 
Even as a primary...

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Shadows proned in pierced dark desolation
She waited for me on that day
A given chance at which to bow the knee to pray
There was a rich love I used to know

At bitter silence by which to go...
The interpretation of a dream,
No need for silence no mere...

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I held the calligraphy brush and 
Practiced the movement for hours and hours
Somewhere betwixt art and dance
It was meant to look as effortless as a breath
Simplicity at its core
At first glance you recognize
A tall wispy tree on a little island 
Surrounded by a flowing current
That’s...

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