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Do all poets expect you to interpret a poem in the way they wrote it!? I mean, what if he/she writes about a tragic childhood event in which some of us are not able to relate to!? How are we supposed to understand the poem!? Or, is everything left to personal interpretation!?

I just don't understand how some people can pull the meanings they do from poems!. Some poems are obvious, but others I just think, "How did so-and-so derive that meaning from THIS poem!?" Saying, "I don't understand poetry," is just a bit too broad!.

I just mean, say I was writing about, oh I don't know, ants getting into my house and I wrote, "the unwanted creep within close proximity and linger!." How is anyone supposed to understand what I'm really trying to say!?

Is poetry just a fancy way of saying things!?Www@QuestionHome@Com


Best Answer - Chosen by Asker:
Poets do not, and can't, expect one to interpret exactly what the poet was saying!. Poetry is one way of expressing ones self!. Just like anything else, different people express themselves in different ways!.

But nevertheless, different people will get a different meaning from the same poem!. Basically, if the answer is reasonable, it must be counted right!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

CONTEXT!.

Of course, there is metaphor, personification, and THINGS!.!.!.!.

But we have clues, when we see in context and relation to a line's subject!.
"the unwanted creep within close proximity and linger!." Would not be the only line in the poem, right!?
Surely a clue would be given before or after this line!. Maybe something about how an ant can lift a thousand (or something like that) times it's weight!. A clever way to say that escapes me right now, but if I did, you would have CONTEXT or a clue!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

If you understood poetry you woudn't have asked if poetry was just a fancy of saying things! Depends a lot on the poet, the poem and the reader!. If the poet is good, anyone should be able to find the meaning of his poem, but maybe the poet dosen't care if you know what his poem means!. Too much to talk about, read some college literature books, it will help you to interprete the meaning of poems!. Www@QuestionHome@Com

REAL POETS WRITE WHATEVER COMES TO THEIR MINDS AND LEAVE INTERPRETATION TO EACH ONE IN HIS OWN WAY!. HERE R SOME FROM HELLO CANADA
pl join poetry contest and submit names of canadian poets pl see qs posted in poetry /book section just now thanks

THE FINAL ONES 2008 ok
Libras only



LIBRA HAPPY BIRTHDAY
Libran's are from a world of a kind,
Of those who have a beautiful mind!.
They are very methodical and enchanting,
Their smile is very, very charming!.
Libras is a world to earn name and fame,
Their glances win hearts all the same,
Of those who reward them with a Rose,
My dear Libras are, to whom the universe,
The lovers' the classic winners,
Would all love to propose!.
My Dear!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.
From!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.
With a bunch of roses to you!.



Some Summers Past

Some summers past, we were standing,
For each others’ better halves waiting,
It was then our eyes did glance,
And their arrival we forgot perchance!.

It was then your eyes met mine again,
Yes it was some summers past,
We smiled and blushed
At each others arms we thrust!.
It was as if a moment God sent,
It was our summer at the end!.

That day we still remember till today,
When we met that summers' day,
Ever since we have been two souls
Yet only in one, since that summer,
Yes it was the summer of our lives,
A long remembered association,
At last we built upon a union!.

Still today you know, we remember that day,
When we met for a long life’s stay,
Yes my sweetheart it was the summer


It was the best of life’s summers,
If we both can say
It was over a few decades ago,
But for us it is still as if
It was just yesterday!.
Yes many summers have passed away!.
!.

KISS ME MISS
Miss, Miss, do give me a kiss,
Kiss, kiss, I do not want to miss
Sis, where is your sis, I’ll give her a kiss

Then they say how one kisses, any way
What is French and what is American
What kiss is Japanese and what really is Chinese,
It’s all in ones imagination,

Those who are racial
Or have feelings of being commercial
Do not know how far a kiss can go
Even there down below!.

Yes Miss can help, miss a train for you!.
Just kiss and kiss and kiss
do not let any go amiss!.
And you will see
That all kisses are for free

Yes before foreplay and after,
Even after any earthly disaster,
It’s a kiss that one hankers for
Since time's gone by for centuries for sure!.
Now go ahead and kiss your dear,
Yes my friend without any fear,
Oh this secret message of kiss,
do not unfurl to your kissing miss!.

AM I A POET!?!?!? KISS me; Miss




SMILE
Mostly I smile all the while
I smile all my way, in my inimical style,
And when I smile all my friends say
Are you happy, why are you so gay,

Then comes along this girl I knew
Phew, how lovely really unlike, so few!.
I looked at her and smiled her way
She smiled at my smile right- away,
And then took my smile away!.

I went unto her, for her hand to ask
Do you know what she had to give!?
No, no, no, just do not ask!.

She smiled back and gave a flying kiss,
Which honestly I tried to catch and was sure not miss!.
Then as for a while I looked away,
She was gone far, far distance away

She took my smile away from me
And that’s when I lost my smile you see,
Do you now realise, how I lost my smile,
I myself was wondering all this while!.

It was in the wilderness so far, heaven knows where,
And when she had gone and my smile wasn’t there,
I was all the time wondering, was that one you!.
Return my smile you stole away,
Yes darling I love you in all life’s way

WHAT IS LOVE
Love is the nectar we all want,
And hold it in our hands like a cup,
How we wish it not to let it go,
As love is the only possession one does show!. !.

And hopes to nurse it for all times
Yet we hanker for more and do not share
What is love is love divine!.
We always think of those times we wanted,
But our love was always daunted,
Hoping that some one will come our way
And upon us his whole beings love spray!.


We still hope some day love will come our way
And lead us from the threshold of sadness
To a zone of timeless happiness;
And it will then only we will know
How love does blossom and glow!.
back to me!.

WHERE IS MY LOVE
Last time we met it was perhaps our last!.
Then it was up in our minds to forget the past!.
My instinct tells me you are now in another’s arms!.
But I know it is for just a while no more,
For when your lips turn dry you know
You will thirst for more, yes I mean more!.
Only then you will know that you want

WHERE IS MY LOVE

All around me I find deathly silence,
It at times Www@QuestionHome@Com