Interpretation Poems - Poems about Interpretation

a degree and he knows it all summarizes me in a nanosecond has me all figured out simplified into a likely story for someone else perhaps but no sir, not for me casually randomizing careless comments tossed into a common salad the maestro takes words and plays them back askew creating his own new melody with all his pomp and arrogance he is the type that gives the profession...

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It's conscious. It's deliberate. It's empowering to the extent you decide. Reality is forever up for interpretation ~ Is life ugly or is it beautiful? Your decisions determine your life, drag you down or become uplifting. AP: Honorable Mention 2025...

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Speak me your songs and I'll reply with your bone's deepest chills, your blood's chilling boiling point, and your hearts shrilling aches...

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It's there in the darkness of Indigo red Starlings streak the skies in vapor trails of gold Winds whistle familiar tunes as the moon placates the sea's Time hangs motionless beneath the permafrost Revealing what can't be known The dogs lay silent in fields of emerald green and we choose to speak in tongues....

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The problem with biblical eisegesis is that you tear Bible verses to pieces. And in your effort to make of the Bible and its glory your own personal story, the truth value of the Bible dramatically decreases....

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She asked, "What does your painting mean?" I said, "Nothing really. It's just a portrait of a peaceful evening scene." She said, "But I sense something ominously stark, there, lurking behind those two figures in the dark." I said, "Oh, yeah. I see exactly what you mean.”...

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He tried to say, " I love you." In so many ways; Through broken bottles, crumpled cans; And fits of rage Doors that slammed, fists that rammed and Voice that screamed his pain. He tried to say, " I love you." Again and again. Between each curse of hate and Foul remark, There lay a spark. He tried...

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• In the good ol' days • I used to wait • Nowadays I'm used as bait...

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The feeling against my skin was unbearable The feelings of thousands being ripped from my body in the name of love? It was pathetic. The feeling, My soul, my desires were all pathetic. simply explaining to why I would go so low, Such a disgusting powerful decision for nothing other than my own selfish desires. The feeling...

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In midnight gazes call me sullen upon my cheek Rousing replies risen bound by chains Lest mercy be tallowed by all frays Lest my cheek rise by an untimely hour Rid my face of discoloured honour Until it shall stalk by the wretched wicker sun's rays O wither upon the wicker's sun dropped desire Feign, o swell upon the imperious...

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There is that ever-popular Motel Six version, for it's their bread-n-butter, and then there are less promiscuity five-star types ... like those donning wedding rings, or discreetly rounds of roses of the week. With my lead in-house, left me her line open to entertain a levy of calls, as sightseeing does not amuse Ms. Sanford explosives,...

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Doesn't everything depend on our interpretation of the silence around us? In the vast garden of stillness, where the shadows of memories stretch like ancient trees, I wander, a solitary figure, tracing the map of my own thoughts, Whispering secrets to the wind that carries the fragrance of forgotten dreams. Is it the silence that speaks, or do we...

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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 New Testament Being the Virgin Bride Never to be tested or questioned Can...

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Mutual reinforcement of illusion and expectation. House of Livia filled in by our imagination. ————————————————————— Lines disconnected from teachings on Art, Poetry at random. What did you muse to be their origination? Perhaps that’ll take you somewhere....

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INTERPRETATION  metaphorically of thoughts in the  persistance of memory once perceived in gestures of spontaneous innocence this necessity in the    constraint of convention   of events in  a distortion  of desire...

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