Like a primary school child, read the following slowly and aloud. Don't forget to respect the punctuation marks too.
1...2...3...Go!
Yet again, she lures me with her seductive body
I feel weak and weaker.
At my weakest, she wraps her long arms around me.
On my face, she plants her deceitful lips
Her impoverishing breasts brush against my body
and the harmony of our hearts, beats my ear drums.
Oh what a killer she is!
Making me leave many things undone
To dreamy lands, she compels me to elope
And like a lamb to the slaughter
I follow her without resistance.
In the blink of an eye, she is lost from my sight
Checking the highway and the streets; I search for her frantically
But the noise of technology and the rush of the wind greet me welcome
With a sunken head, I walk back home
Behold! the greatest tease was lurking in an alley.
As if possessed, I grabbed her right arm just to peer into her face
But yet again, sleep disappears
Condemning me to her whims, leaving me stuck to nostalgia
about the wonderful times we shared
. . . . . . . . . . . . ⇊
After reading the poem above, i started to believe that things are not always what they appear to be on the surface. I saw clearly what people meant by "there are two sides to a coin" and to crown it up, I discovered that punctuation gives meaning to what we read and when we write.
What do you think?
1...2...3...Go!
Yet again, she lures me with her seductive body
I feel weak and weaker.
At my weakest, she wraps her long arms around me.
On my face, she plants her deceitful lips
Her impoverishing breasts brush against my body
and the harmony of our hearts, beats my ear drums.
Oh what a killer she is!
Making me leave many things undone
To dreamy lands, she compels me to elope
And like a lamb to the slaughter
I follow her without resistance.
In the blink of an eye, she is lost from my sight
Checking the highway and the streets; I search for her frantically
But the noise of technology and the rush of the wind greet me welcome
With a sunken head, I walk back home
Behold! the greatest tease was lurking in an alley.
As if possessed, I grabbed her right arm just to peer into her face
But yet again, sleep disappears
Condemning me to her whims, leaving me stuck to nostalgia
about the wonderful times we shared
. . . . . . . . . . . . ⇊
After reading the poem above, i started to believe that things are not always what they appear to be on the surface. I saw clearly what people meant by "there are two sides to a coin" and to crown it up, I discovered that punctuation gives meaning to what we read and when we write.
What do you think?
This is different...I thought you hated poetry BJ!
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