looking for a poem....?

Question

Please help, Im looking for a poem, one that is not straight forward and perhaps confusing, A type of poem that every different person can interpret differently. One that is not straight forward. E.g. The type of poem someone could read as very negative, and another person; very positive.

please help

Answer 1

Monsters in my closet,
An amazing life,
Stupid arguments,
Dad was superman,
Fairy tales could happen,
Fall into my hands,
Never pass,
Life would end prematurely,
Magic was real,
Broken hearts were mended.
I know better…

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In silence, I hear myself and others breathing
I hear nails tapping on desks
I hear sighs of relief
I hear cried of pain

In silence, I hear pages of my life turning
I hear the clock ticking away
I hear myself growing older
I hear the earth surviving another second

In silence, I hear my thoughts twirling around in my head
I hear painful memories fighting their way into the present
I hear my pains calling me and growing inside me
I hear my insanity intensifying

In silence, I hear nothing…

Answer 2

I do not know if can be very interpretaded, but in my language it get a lot of controversy:

O God
of the Free Will
you make my gift.
And what happend
of the lost safety give to us,
before the fallen
before of the advent
of the false gods?
I still search the happiness
while because of my nature
have i can't no more.
You let act the Light Bringer
while of the Light of Grace, our life was
and Light of Knowledge, never the need.
Why our hate, our darkness derive
of what you consider the Mighty Gift?
Free Will
from the Life you give me a path
of the Death fear, because we know.
Conciouness
oblivion never received,
while miserable in the universe
and fear of God we have
just because we know.
Oh Pride, son of the Free Will
source of Counscious Evil
and of the ambition of ruin,
I have to thank you of this,
O Free Will
never wanted, never searched
is the price of your Glory.
Never more changed
because of our nature
it had became.

(what you think about it?)

Answer 3

"The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost 1920

Answer 4

try this one
The song of Solomon the expurgated verses unexpurgated plus the Daughters of Lot the deleted verses
http://gamahucherpress.yellowgum.com/books/poetry/songsolomon.pdf

Answer 5

Life
A story to be told,
of a span young to old.
Through time and space,
the journey is the race.
'My time is short.' thought he,
'No matter how long it may be.'
The past is always near,
right or wrong, never clear.