Explanation Poems - Poems about Explanation

She wanted to know Why I loved her so. But I lose the flow When I try to say Why I feel that way. I start to explain, Then start once again. Start functioning brain! I’ll try one more time. Quite desperate I’m Resorting to rhyme. I love your blue eyes, As blue as the skies. I love that you’re wise. I would write some more But she’s slammed the...

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Poets are known to be temperamental like all types of creative minds. Always given to intense reasoned - like those of different minds... But in general they are good people, no need to fear them... They almost always don't bite......

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I’m at a place in my life where explanation season is over. I’m not explaining nothing to convince, reassure, persuade or bring comfort to anyone’s doubt, uncertainties, insecurities or lack of trust. If you asked me what I was doing and I said I was busy, then I said what I said. I’m not explaining what...

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As-it-is Not a facing Of reality But a concept of Mystery and beauty Offering no explanation......

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Appearing suddenly and with haste, Holding nothing but a dagger, She cut open my throat. Like a jilted mistress, naked under the moon, She carved runes under my tongue, Tore my mouth apart And bled things previously unheard. Breath came, In the form of a warrior woman with battle scars, Skin ragged and withered Feet firm upon the ground. Encased in mud, The...

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The art of creating a visual response to a piece of writing is known as  a reverse ekphrasis ie the inverse of the centuries old poetic form of ekphrasis. The most well known example being Charles Demuth 'Figure 5' based upon a W C Williams Poem. EMAGI is a recent variation of a reverse ekphrasis derived by the advent of the widespread use of hand held digital communication devices  -where words in digital  symbols /letters can be represented as a shape and uses a poet's poem to inspire the digitised 'drawing' AN EXAMPLE EMAGI reverse. ekphrasis VAN GOGH starry night x x x ...

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EXPLANATION emergence   of the new measured   identically throughout flowing eloquent consistently   maintained popular& immediately influential & endowed movement pervasive ambiguously   adaptive in fractual disruption emerging to surface in antithesis of three dimensions...

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OPEN VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols relies upon 'the one breath limitation' this intuitive cadence pemits the 'reader' (reciter) to respond in an interpretative - interplay unique to the ' happening ...

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Objectification Is told as the process Of the mind in Naming and describing Whatever appears.. This whole story Pops up in Explanation of what Cannot be explained.. Amazing that No-explanation Seeming to explain......

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Mangled words and arcane diction, Are in fact my fiction, Artifacts: predilections, for attention and prediction....

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Pomeranians bark a lot. This I know from the one I've got. As to why this should be so I must confess I do not know....

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Throughput the years I've listened to many tears People's fears All these words I'm fed Sometimes they get stuck in my head Cause me pain My energy they start to drain This pain then becomes my own All these things I have been shown At times. Makes me confused Feeling used Abused Takes from my soul, the light Doesn't matter how hard I fight Have to get...

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Above the skies, below the seas, a universe beyond what’s seen. A caterpillar learns to fly, two cells unite to form an “I”. Uncountable seeds to clothe the earth, feeding life, expecting birth. My each day examination, adjusting to His explanation: Myself evolving to become closer to the Master’s...

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Queen Bess's Uniform We didn’t want the frostbite We didn’t want the burns We didn’t want to leave our homes And families far astern. We didn’t like the future As we grimly sailed away But we wore Queen Bess’s Uniform And did it anyway. We didn’t want the battle Or the bayonets at night We didn’t want to lose our lives In such a distant fight We didn’t...

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What’s my story? It is brown eyes staring back at me. It is attention to my mind to my libido To my nemesis Which is you Lying in your own nakedness Waiting—longing—for me to kiss you But in my own disillusion I see you as Me—a fantasy which I love to ponder on— Us as one How beautiful it could be This hidden...

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