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Pieter Posted 23 years ago
Sounds awful in English
Humanobiological geometrical physics
Your pupil’s surface is the blue of two infinite parallels.
Sinus rhythm changes your two spread legs’ angle.
Reflection of your scream the depths of your love measures.
Stroking congruent with your face disappears for ever.
Wave lengths change, murmured prayers in ultrasound.
Compasses draw silent shaped cruelty in someone.
In Celsius, Fahrenheit the same cold is around.
Just two eyes cried to infrared. You are gone.
Your pupil’s surface is the blue of two infinite parallels.
Sinus rhythm changes your two spread legs’ angle.
Reflection of your scream the depths of your love measures.
Stroking congruent with your face disappears for ever.
Wave lengths change, murmured prayers in ultrasound.
Compasses draw silent shaped cruelty in someone.
In Celsius, Fahrenheit the same cold is around.
Just two eyes cried to infrared. You are gone.
Top answer
difficult, difficult.
- difficult, difficult.
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I would really like to understand this poem. Would you help me, Peter? Thanks. I think I have got the idea but
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Before I start explaning I must have an answer to a question. : Maj, are you blonde?
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yes, highlights. Do you have blue eyes? if you answer this question I may be able to understand the first line.?
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I have blue eyes, but it's not about me. it's a mixture of material & psychical, touchable & untouchable, tenderness & roughness, gentle kisses & machoism, physics & metaphysics, sadness, sadness, sadness.
"there are no love poems just poems love"
"there are no love poems just poems love"
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The great things about poems is that you can interpret it your own way, but my interpretation of this poem, most likely the wrong interpretation....Pieter, is this something emotional?
When I read it, it was sort of like someone died while giving birth. Weird, but that's how I saw it. I wanna know what's poem really about, too, Pieter.
When I read it, it was sort of like someone died while giving birth. Weird, but that's how I saw it. I wanna know what's poem really about, too, Pieter.
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Round shaped cruely- is that we draw around us, or politicians round around nations.
Poetry is a joyful game. It shouldn' t be taken serious.
And the whole poem was written for the last line.
Poetry is a joyful game. It shouldn' t be taken serious.
And the whole poem was written for the last line.
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