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too late for rhyme

a weary voice across the line
feels like shattering glass
flying off and piercing fast
right across a gutless spine

a crumpled piece of dirty sheet
crammed full of striked out lines
in the garbage can it goes! oh sweet
right where there's no need for rhymes

a bitterpill was fearlessly swallowed
a wry smile from a pith now hallowed
tired eyes suddenly begins to weep
perfect words whispered in her sleep.

2007-10-12 02:55:46 · 7 answers · asked by ♥Slide♥ 3 in Arts & Humanities Poetry

Dondi
oldshy04
kilroy's sister

the three of you are just plain STUPID.
first you don't know how to interpret...anything....because you're all pea brained. second you don't know how to read and comprehend questions ...did i even ask for a criticism? i asked for an interpretation doofuses! get some education willya?

2007-10-12 12:21:16 · update #1

7 answers

it sounds like a person that is doing away with their life and is not brave enough to go on in this world and the sleep from death is her only way to find peace.

2007-10-12 03:23:06 · answer #1 · answered by craft painter 5 · 0 0

Poem interpretation:
Three stanzas, three different rhyme schemes, so basically no rhyme scheme at all, hence no flow, no rhythm, and worst of all, no subject. A lot of words without a meaning between them. One big long nasty run-on sentence, no punctuation, capitalization or any redeeming features. The person who wrote this knows absolutely nothing about poetry.
There is nothing here to interpret.

2007-10-12 04:32:38 · answer #2 · answered by Dondi 7 · 0 1

I feel it is a writer who is not happy with the poem he or she has written. Maybe they have writer's block or something. But after she throws it away and goes to bed, the words she was looking for come to her as if in a dream.

2007-10-12 03:01:28 · answer #3 · answered by dave e 3 · 0 0

such numerous wander and sweetness, the place there is elegance in its maximum subject-loose, organic ecosystem, conscious of it yet, nevertheless dragged to their inner maximum places. considering that elegance, and the popularity of it, as a extensive irony. Toying and cajoling them, over the briefness of their stay right here. particular the poppies grew nicely on the blood stained soils, however the rose and the vine,respond in plenty the comparable way.

2016-12-29 06:14:26 · answer #4 · answered by auldridge 3 · 0 0

it makes me think of writer who's been agonizing over a piece of his/her work. its like, in his head he can hear how he wants it come out, but he cant make it come out on paper the way he hears it.

2007-10-12 04:15:28 · answer #5 · answered by Anonymous · 0 0

Reads as if it were written by a low IQ monkey

2007-10-12 05:46:27 · answer #6 · answered by Anonymous · 0 1

many words, but no meaning.

We call that talking a lot, but not saying anything at my house.

2007-10-12 08:30:45 · answer #7 · answered by Anonymous · 0 1

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