Best Interpretation Poems

MY INTERPRETATION OF IF BY RUDYARD KIPLING -  

If you can keep calm when all around you,
Are frustrated, and angry with you,
Always believe in...

Read more of this work...

Barefoot we spend our time in spring,
Just giggling kids - how sweet the dream
When we, in love are blossoming.
We splash inside a cool fresh stream.
Our...

Read more of this work...

LIST POETRY - A FUTURISTIC INTERPRETATION 


You
must know
I cried yesterday 
and I think I broke the world
so I braided some words into twine
planted some sweet...

Read more of this work...

My training at Starfleet was over, they were now deploying me
I was over the moon when they called; I was full of glee
I entered the...

Read more of this work...

If a cat
caught my tongue
it must have been after that
frog
in my throat
that was after those 
butterflies 
in my stomach

Was it vertigo
or did the earth move

I...

Read more of this work...

The sun is the sun
It rises we run
When it turns the nighttime to day
It's hot when it's cold
And never grows old
As our time slips quickly...

Read more of this work...

nascent 
     dawn appears
kaleidoscope 
 of 
color
  midnight 
    sighs 
      ...

Read more of this work...

I've arrived..
Fancy cars, the stage and lights
Thousands at concerts every night 
Girls swoon and scream my name
Giving autographs, growing fame
I survived.. Now I've arrived 
And...

Read more of this work...

Line of inquiry:

"discarding narrow thought flow crutch
we learn directly by soft touch
and what we garner we relay
to the vast void in childlike play
entwined thus with...

Read more of this work...

Along the road called forestry, the silver ash weeps over me
as I meander 'round the dell and glade.
Pass scars of sand pits long disused, where...

Read more of this work...

I dreamed that I stood in a valley, and amid sighs,
For happy lovers passed two by two where I stood;
And I dreamed my lost love...

Read more of this work...

I shore up my doubt, behind a loosely bound hope 
Which in turn is propped up without foundation
Cynical of a life, at the mercy of...

Read more of this work...

 Was privileged to have sedentary on the seashore in seraphic poetic submersion;
 the ringing sounds from the distant horizon made me entirely lost in...

Read more of this work...

A sunny day

has beckoned me.

Fearless, I begin as

innocence leads me forth.

Leaving my lofty spirit realm,

will I slip into an abyss?

The path is unknown, but 

it...

Read more of this work...

Achilles, His Heart and Soul Were Mortal
Part One- (Years Before Troy)

Achilles* woke, his slain foes calling out his name
hearing merciless woes, his sharpen sword they...

Read more of this work...