Interprets Poems | Examples

a Sizzle and a Spark

perception sees beyond reality
interprets to the best of its ability

optimism keeps fire burning in one’s heart
while pessimism gleefully tears everything apart

instead of being boggled with the mundane
romance fills our days with wonder and champagne

a dusting of fantasy does wonders to cast a spell
kicks life up a notch and that’s no bagatelle 



AP: Honorable Mention 2025

Submitted on July 5, 2025 for contest 1394 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND  -  Honorable Mention

Marlas Cat Turquoise

There was a plethora of magical cats in Marla’s magic hat.
She concealed two of them from the regular populace.
The naysayers, doubters, and the ones on the fence.
Knowing they could not handle Turquoise who was outrageous.

Turquoise is a tabby who materialized or rather transmogrified.
Appearing on a Saturday six years ago in June. She watched him do it.
Not only does he speak English, he speaks sailor, his words are blue.
Luckily, he is not fond of children, and hides when they are afoot.

Turquoise has a mini cat named Goofball who sits on his purple hat.
Goofball does not speak to Marla directly; Turquoise interprets.
Sometimes she wonders if he is making the gobbly gook up.
Turquoise acts as her muse, enticing her to do outrageous things.

Thanks to his influence, she has six tattoos, and her hair is two-toned.
She wears vintage steampunk clothes, and she takes no guff off anyone.
Marla was shy and dull before Turquoise arrived in her apartment.
She is outrageously outgoing now, grateful to him for her new journey.

The Suffering Alien

The suffering alien

He just lives in the world. Integrated life, but alien
He feels, experiences, and interprets existence
He discovers human life. In a human body
The alien

To live in this age is a fantastic privilege. Says alien
Rapid development, complex social environment
Look around. Continuous change, genesis
Said the alien

There are so many connections, causes, and effects
Nuanced meanings and invisible connections
There is no end to the existence of life here
Recognised the alien

Alien, alien, 
Stranger, stranger
A suffering soul
Comes from far away in the sky

He is enjoying human life
But some parts he doesn’t like

He is a social creature now
But he feels alone. Restless solitude

He needs a better existence
He wants to stay alone
For contemplation
Holy Solitude

Solitude
Alien

He is
A stranger

An alien
Solitude

- It's Christmas Again -

   Christmas is just around the corner
   convulsions in the stomach region
   Poor elves who create all the toys
   and Santa takes the credit

   Squeezing me into the bus
   to the nearest shopping mall
   Puts the body into fight or flight mode
   Burn some money
   Christmas music in the background
   Speakers spewing out the traditional carols
   over and over again

   My brother needs a padlock
   Wrapped in white soft toilet paper
   Christmas offering:
   An electric nose hair trimmer
   ... embarrassing
   Symbolic gifts
   The goal is not to be entertaining,
   but the demand is rising

   Christmas stress reaches undiscovered heights
   Hormones flood the bloodstream
   Writhes on the floor with stomach aches
   interprets the pain positively
   Hear the angels sing messages of peace
   with charisma and glimmers in the eyes
   December is full of forced cuddling

   The stockings are hanging by the fireplace
   Chaos with festive cheer
   Merry Christmas

Love As It Grows

Sometimes love as it grows and as it ages,
                                    finds itself in complacency.
The  “I Love You’s”  become habitual, delivered by rote

One side or another sometimes interprets
      this less than demonstrative, expression of feeling  
                       as something lost and not something gained.




I can’t make you feel
            what you don’t want to feel
And I can’t make you
                want to spend time with me
But I can make you a sandwich  
                      so at least sit down and eat 

No, I can’t make you love
                           all the things I love
I can’t make you want
                              all the things I want
But I can make the bed
                           so why not stay and rest

Though I no longer seem to make
                     you laugh as I once did
And I can’t make you love me 
               the way it seemed you used to
I can make your house a home
                                                so why not

Which Fire Is Eternal

Which fire is Eternal,  
Ignorance always mislead millions of people on earth, 
Don't  astonish when you find some psychologists, philosophers, scientists worshiping Fire, Animals and Statues.

Which fire is Eternal,  
The scripture says," let no one be found among you 
who sacrifices his son or daughter in the Fire, 
who practises divination 
or socercery, 
interprets omens, 
engages in witchcraft." 

Which fire is Eternal,  
When people are misleading,  they can do things
 they don't understand and remain
 ignorant of the truth. 

Which fire is Eternal,  
Jesus Chris said, " I have come to bring Fire on the earth,  and how I wish it were already Kindled."
You can think about natural Fire to burn
 the World but this metaphoric speech
 means the Word of God 
 which is Fire and Spirit. 

Which fire is Eternal, 
The Word of God is Fire , Truth and Spirit  
The Word of God will live forever 
It is the Eternal Fire. 

March 02/2023
Written for poetry contest sponsored by Joe Maverick 
Theme: Which fire is Eternal 

...Third place win
    In the Contest...

Inspiration

The mind sees it, the whole being interprets It.



February 19, 2023.
A Ripple To Me 2 Poetry Contest,
JCB Brul.

Sensation

The heart knows what it wants,
It is inscribed in its walls.

It may wander off so many times,
yet,it yearns for what it desires.

Hidden,yet glaring to the one who 
interprets  the words unspoken.

The softening of the mind,
is in the whispers of hope.

It is in the beat of the drum,
It is in the plucking of the strings,

The sensation runs deep,
And it is impossible to silence it.

Innermost Secrets

Suppose I tell you all my innermost secrets
Lay my soul bear before you without fear,
Will you respect what confidence merits
Consider the trust I placed in you as dear?

Knowing I have shared with you my hurt
Suppose I tell you all my innermost secrets,
Having come to you for needed comfort
A favored friendship among all my outlets.

Nothing is so sacred as sharing our regrets,
As laying bear our most personal intimacies
Suppose I tell you all my innermost secrets
We have always conversed with such ease.

Will you think me less for unveiling my soul
Not seeking for how your mind interprets,
But wanting our comradeship to be whole
Suppose I tell you all my innermost secrets. 

Written June 25, 2022

Operating Room - Year 2104

you are not the body.
he is the operative of the subjective you.
you are the subjective of this body you.
see the way this internal monologue works.
flow of thought.
inner voice.
the cerebral narrator.
interaction with the human organism.
interprets the world using the senses.
commands its organic mechanism.
sadness, apathy or joy is your choice.
prove, approve, disapprove.
you are what you think of the body.
(tomorrow in that operating room, in 2104,
the transplanted brain will explain more.)

The Green Man

He speaks for the uprooted.
A man of sorts, a twiggy Buddha.
He who interprets
the conferences of frogs,
the unpublished works
of kestrels and voles.

He’s an advocate for the underbelly
of a microbial heaven, for every kind
of uncouth animalcule.

Ancient is he, yet as fresh as tomorrow,
in green ponds he fishes for sunlight.
He plumps grassy pillows,
quilts nests for the slumbering and slippery,
gardens all the dewy meadows.

He speaks for the bulldozed,
the displaced. The native and
the nomadic.
He sweeps the muddy tracks
of iron caterpillars.

Bears tell him
of how things are going
in the suburbs,
in swimming pools and trash cans,
There must be a treaty.

Kits and coyote love him,
whistle-Pigs trumpet his approach.
Ducks quack his many sermons,
may shotguns always misfire.

He is a preacher,
a teacher to tic and turtle,
a bosky fellow, not a straw man,
or a hollow but verdant,
a green man for me and thee
harken now to his leafy lingo
for tomorrow he may be only a scarecrow
in a long ravaged field.

Lovely Grace

Upon the stars in her eyes
The smooth glare upon her face
The spark of magic when she smiles
The suspense in her gaze
The beauty of her juicy cheeks
Such enchanting joy emanates
With a soothing warmness
That can smoothly melt ice
The golden perception of her enchanting smile 
Strikes the eye like a ray of sunshine
And just the way she holds her head upon her tough neck
I'm mesmerized by the skill she brings out in attaining such a dignified impression
Amongst all the kindest of blessings
Offered to me by the all mighty universe
The most treasurable is her
Tranquil is definitive of her elegant composure
Tenderness interprets her compassionate character
With a display of magnificence as that of the galaxy
My mind dwells in her enthralling fantasies

My Gypsy Guide

She dances in the moonlight’s rays,
her tambourine, joyously plays;
in swirling, twirling, color schemes,
she is a gypsy who interprets dreams.

A gifted child this bright young woman,
seventh daughter of a seventh one;
born upon the thirteenth day,
in the gentle month of May.

I know her well, she’s a friend, you see;
for she has done so much for me.
Her caravan travels many roads,
there’s hoards of stories, she has told.

When I see her coming ‘round,
I know over tea, dreams she’ll expound;
Lavinia Grey, that is her name,
she is the keeper of her clan’s flame.

Figures of Speech and Poetry

"Poetic tools are a means to aid poetry, not an end in themselves'
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I don't understand why poet use poetic tools so often making a poem so tough to understand

Hiding behind the garb of metaphor, simile, onomatopoeia, alliterations and other poetic tools the real thoughts of poet, the message he wants to convey never reaches the mind of readers

Ask any school going child reading english literature he will say "I don't understand this poem what is poet trying to say! Why can't they make it simple? Why use figures of speech?" 

Why not call a spade a spade! Be simple straight and clear! Let your message reach others! 

Write such that each reader interprets the poem in same manner.
Same meaning, same mental image gets created in reader's mind and poets and readers mind become one such should be poetry!

I have read poems which no one one has understood, each reader giving his own interpretation.
I don't understand what is the fun in that?

Especially when you want to convey a message, use straight clear language as against poetry tools.

Detachment From Emotions

Any state of being manifesting a contracted feeling
is invariably brought about by our ego narrowly perceiving
in turn has to do with our consciousness identifying & associating 
with an object real or imaginary it is deludedly fearing or desiring

What the mind interprets to be detachment is more oft than not indifference 
that we know deep within as sinking ennui rather than joyous exuberance 
Likewise then we may reason that what some of us may call meditation 
is quite different from self hypnotic thought controlled healing sedation

Meditation being simply shifting our attention from the ephemeral external
to mind-body rested identity-less awareness simply present in silence eternal
wherein neither repressing nor sublimating any ego associated negativity
we being formless awareness re-connect to divine love magnetism in entirety 

As such there is no doer present within and yet all the doing is invisibly done
while we as pristine awareness simply resistancelessly be to become
Love itself in fullness filling the voids of emptiness within
in identity dropped presence still and sanguine

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