is this more "poem" like? or less? how about sonnets?

Question

I write diffrent things all the time.
thanks for the honesty.

let me know what you think:

Shattered glass
Upon the ground

Pieces spread
Spread around

Point of impact
Right above

You see the hole
Where it was dug

You see the hole
Answer found

Find the drill
There is no point

The point of impact
Is the only one you know
*
Shattered glass
It reminds you of a soul

You thought
You lost yourself

But it’s down there
On the floor

You look down
You see your face

You aren’t lost
You just forget

Forget yourself
When you fly away

Forget to weep
Tears of glass in instead

You forget a lot
You forget your sense
*
Shattered glass
That you adore

The point of impact
Is your soul

It brings you love
To all you know

This shattered world
You love it so

Answer 1

cool do more

Answer 2

OK Mogli, I had a hard time with this one. My interpretation: The person is dead from a vehicle accident, looking down after his/her soul 'flew' to Heaven, realizing she loved life? Boy I'm probably out in left field this time! Or, perhaps she isn't dead, she's been injured (or very ill) hoovering between life and death, and they are operating on her (the hole - the drill) and she's fighting for her life, realizing that she loves life in spite of whatever 'shattered' her. (Mogli - r u laughing at me?) I'd like to see how others perceive the meaning of your writing. I have not read any other answers, but I'm going to now. Keep writing - it does my imagination good. LOL!

Answer 3

I'm not sure I understand your question. This is definitely not a sonnet, because sonnets are normally fourteen lines, iambic pentameter, set rhyme scheme. I would say that this appears to be "more" "poem" than "less," as it appears to have deliberate line breaks, therefore it is not prose. As for the poem itself, lose the phrase "tears of glass" and try concentrating on more concrete imagery, less abstractions like the last four stanzas. I want to feel what is on the page, actually hear and taste and smell what you've written.

Answer 4

This poem makes me want to shove shattered glass into my eye sockets. For the love of good, stop writing like the flow of thought from a thirteen year old girl.

Answer 5

interesting. I like the shattered glass. Although, I'm not a professional poet.