I don’t get you, Poetry
What are you?
Something to be enjoyed,
Or something to suffer through?
You spew forth from the lips of my friend
And I nod in all the right places
Or in what I think are the right places
Hey, are there even any right places?
I don’t get you, Poetry
I was doing fine in Literature
Acing my plays and prose
Until you came along
And confused my world
With bogus words and ambiguities
From afar,
You are shrouded with an allure
That makes me take a closer look
To see if we could be friends
But I see you are a snob of sorts
You explain neither your allusions nor metaphors
Nor your mystical expressions
You leave everyone to think what they like
And analyze what they would
And the professors are all right
Or maybe, they are all wrong.
I don’t get you, Poetry
You stand aloof with proud, aged wisdom
And youthful, elegant beauty
You defy all the laws of English
And flow how you will
Your rules are special
With metres and rhyme
And keeping to time
You fill me with outrage
You fill me with calm.
I don’t get you, Poetry
Just like a painting
You have several layers
At first glance, you may appear plain
But on scrutiny,
You reveal a simplified complexity
Your beauty is your simplicity
Your beauty is your complexity
You frustrate me to desperation
You soothe me to relaxation
I don’t get you, Poetry
You taunt me in my ignorance
You spoil my literary record
Will someone show me the ropes?
And help me understand
Or will I unravel you alone
Tackling every part?
For I must get through to you
Look through your layers
See what you really are.
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queennobo @queennobo
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Aaaaah! This was sweet and deep, slow and satisfying, beautiful in so many ways. You have made my Ns Visit today. Very very good work.
@nicolebassey, awwwww….you’re the first person to make me smile so happily today. Thank you….thank you…
Enjoyed it to the core.
@louis, Am so glad you did!
Without doubt,QueenNobo, you are either wrong in your assertion ‘I don’t get you, Poetry’ or you are courting poetry with the ageless wisdom of tact. What better way to arouse poetry from its indifference than to allude and pander to its unattainable status. You must be a good flirt, save you are a lady.
Without doubt,QueenNobo, you are either wrong in your assertion ‘I don’t get you, Poetry’ or you are courting poetry with the ageless wisdom of tact. What better way to arouse poetry from its indifference than to allude and pander to its unattainable status. You must be a good flirt, save you are a lady.
@fervency, with you being virtually the guardian of poetry…I knew this would provoke a lot from you…So, now you’re saying I actually get Poetry, huh?
I am pretty sure you got it. At least in its simplicity, you did and in a charming way too.
hmmm. Nice @queennobo but…
@xikay, but what? I know you write poems so……
I’ll say more when I read more of your poem.
this real gud
@sylvia, thank you…
I don’t get it either… but I love it!
@ayistar…so its charm and mysterious allure got to you…
beautiful poem. it appears you start getting it only when you start courting it.
It’s funny how one can tell the character of a person from his or her works. I feel like I am already knowing the kind of person you are from your works. Hmmm…a sixth sense descends…
Nice one. Hope to see more poems from you. Great poetry though requires much learning and imagination. Always keep that in mind.
@chemokopi, what can you tell about me? I’m curious to know…
Thanks for your words…
You don’t get it now. Very soon you would, when his eyes fall on U….Then U ll writhe in poetic throes… This is nice, so the romance has begun…Well done…$ß.