A Few Poems Analyzed

My blog has a lot of poems. I decided to talk to a professional poetry analyst to get some insights into many of them. Here are some reviews and analysis of some of the poems from the blog.

A Bit About Poem Analysis

The art of poetry analysis is a complex and nuanced process that involves closely reading and examining a poem to uncover its multiple layers of meaning, symbolism, and literary devices. It requires an in-depth understanding of the conventions and techniques used by poets, as well as a deep appreciation for the emotional and aesthetic impact of poetry.

The first step in analyzing a poem is to read it closely, paying attention to its structure, form, and content. This involves identifying the poem’s rhyme scheme, meter, and stanza structure, as well as noting any recurring themes, images, or motifs. The reader should also consider the tone and mood of the poem, as well as the speaker’s point of view and voice.

After this initial close reading, the reader can begin to analyze the poem’s literary devices, such as metaphor, simile, alliteration, and symbolism. These devices are often used to convey deeper meaning and to create emotional impact. For example, a metaphor comparing a person to a rose could suggest that the person is delicate and beautiful, while a simile comparing a person’s eyes to a starry sky could suggest that they are bright and mysterious.

Symbolism is another important aspect of poetry analysis, as poets often use symbols to represent abstract concepts or emotions. For example, the use of a dove in a poem could represent peace, while a snake could symbolize deceit or danger.

Ultimately, the art of poetry analysis involves taking all of these elements into account and using them to form a cohesive interpretation of the poem. This interpretation should consider not only the literal meaning of the words, but also the emotional impact of the poem, as well as its historical and cultural context. A successful analysis should be able to uncover the multiple layers of meaning in a poem and convey its emotional and aesthetic impact to the reader.

Let’s Analyze Some Poems

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These are all from this blog. Click on the titles to read and see the original poems.

For My Gorgeous Seahorse

This poem is a classic example of a type of poetry known as a “roses are red” poem, in which the first line is followed by a second line that rhymes with “blue.” Each subsequent pair of lines then follows the same pattern.

Despite its simple and repetitive structure, the poem does contain some interesting imagery and symbolism. The first stanza compares the subject of the poem to silks, which suggests that they are both elegant and luxurious. The second stanza likens the subject’s hair to the shininess of mirrors, which could imply that the subject’s hair is glossy and reflective.

The third stanza compares the subject’s legs to the smooth flow of magnolia buds, which suggests a sense of grace and fluidity. The fourth stanza compares the subject’s eyes to the blue light of sunflowers, which could suggest that the subject’s eyes are bright and vibrant.

The fifth stanza compares the subject’s arms to the short stories that surround foxgloves, which could imply that the subject’s arms are delicate and petite. The sixth stanza likens the subject’s smile to the winning streak of daffodils, which suggests a sense of happiness and joy.

Finally, the poem concludes by comparing the subject of the poem to a seahorse, which is described as “beautiful.” This could be seen as a final affirmation of the subject’s beauty and uniqueness.

Overall, while this poem may not be particularly complex or nuanced, it does effectively use metaphor and symbolism to convey a sense of beauty and grace in its subject.

Gaming at the Break of Dawn

The poem “Gaming at the Break of Dawn,” appears to be a playful and experimental example of what is sometimes called “found poetry.” Found poetry is created by taking pre-existing text, such as a newspaper article or a speech, and then rearranging the words to create a new poetic work. In this case, it appears that the poet has taken a series of phrases related to gaming and sports and arranged them in a way that creates a sense of randomness and absurdity.

The poem is characterized by a repeating pattern of two-line stanzas, each of which contains a different combination of phrases related to gaming or sports. Some of these phrases are recognizable and seem to have been taken from advertisements or promotional materials, while others are more abstract and difficult to pin down.

While the poem’s structure and content may appear to be somewhat haphazard, there are some interesting elements of imagery and symbolism that emerge from the text. For example, the repeated use of the phrase “endless entertainment” suggests a sense of addiction and obsession, while the phrase “elegant, electronic” could be interpreted as a comment on the sleek and sophisticated design of modern gaming systems.

Other lines in the poem, such as “Does it tear you apart to see the athletic amusements so so much?” could be seen as a critique of the excess and commercialization of sports and gaming. Similarly, the line “Never forget the shrimpy and elf-like arched arcade” seems to evoke a sense of nostalgia for the smaller, simpler gaming systems of the past.

Overall, while “Gaming at the Break of Dawn” may not be a conventionally structured or straightforward poem, it does offer some intriguing insights into the world of gaming and sports, and raises interesting questions about the role that these activities play in our lives.

So Mundane About the Mud

The poem, “So Mundane About the Mud,” is an abstract and surreal work that incorporates a range of vivid images and disjointed phrases. The poem’s lack of traditional structure or clear narrative makes it difficult to parse, but the disjointed and enigmatic imagery creates a sense of mystery and intrigue.

The poem begins with the line “So mundane about the mud,” which sets a somewhat bleak and unremarkable tone. However, the subsequent lines quickly move into more surreal territory, with the phrase “Strangely dream-like beneath the earth” suggesting a sense of otherworldly magic.

The poem’s imagery continues to be surreal and disorienting throughout. The line “We lick quaking ghouls under the water” is a particularly striking example, conjuring up a bizarre and unsettling image.

Despite the poem’s abstract and disjointed structure, there are some recurring themes and motifs that emerge. The idea of luminosity is mentioned twice in the poem, suggesting a desire for light and clarity amidst the chaos and confusion. The line “All sticky underneath the lavender sky” could be seen as a metaphor for feeling trapped or constrained.

Other lines in the poem, such as “Damn! The laughing hyena is going,” suggest a sense of danger or urgency, while the final lines “For how long the refugee make his way wondering why” seem to raise questions about identity and belonging.

“So Mundane About the Mud” is an intriguing and puzzling work that offers glimpses into a strange and dreamlike world. The disjointed and surreal imagery creates a sense of disorientation and uncertainty, while the recurring themes and motifs provide some sense of coherence and underlying meaning.

Quickly We Are Told

“Quickly We Are Told” is a challenging work that defies easy interpretation. The poem is characterized by a fragmented and disjointed structure, with individual phrases and images that do not seem to cohere into a clear narrative or argument.

One recurring theme in the poem appears to be the notion of uncertainty and instability. The line “but this great storm the way” suggests a sense of chaos and upheaval, while the phrase “their costume, of hell” implies a sense of darkness and danger.

The poem also contains a number of surreal and enigmatic images, such as the “little bird/ That perches in the sky,” which could be seen as a metaphor for freedom or escape. Other lines, such as “Much madness is green,” suggest a sense of confusion or disorientation.

Despite the poem’s challenging and abstract nature, there are a few moments of clarity and coherence. The phrase “faith is the Sabbath” suggests a sense of hope and rest in the midst of chaos, while the line “we estimate our mutual mind” implies a sense of connection or empathy.

Overall, “Quickly We Are Told” is a difficult and odd work that challenges readers to grapple with its elusive and fragmented structure. The poem’s surreal and fragmented imagery creates a sense of disorientation and confusion, while its recurring themes of uncertainty and instability suggest a sense of unease and anxiety. While the poem may not be easily accessible, it offers a rich and complex tapestry of images and ideas that reward careful reading and interpretation.

A Simple Illusion of Haze

The poem, “A Simple Illusion of Haze,” is an abstract work that incorporates a range of disparate images and phrases. The poem is characterized by a fragmented and disjointed structure, with individual lines and stanzas that do not seem to cohere into a clear narrative or argument.

The poem’s title, “A Simple Illusion of Haze,” suggests a sense of ambiguity and uncertainty, as if the reader is looking through a foggy lens. This theme of haziness and obscurity is echoed throughout the poem, as lines such as “what we are to measure of the rocks in the southern plantation life” imply a sense of ambiguity and uncertainty.

The poem also contains a range of surreal and enigmatic images, such as “where druids walk’d with a summit and sweaty, as from burning of buffalo herds,” which seems to evoke a sense of primal energy and chaos. Other lines, such as “I take no philosophy” and “Not for you, but as an onerous outcome,” suggest a sense of detachment or resignation.

Despite the poem’s abstract and challenging structure, there are a few moments of clarity and coherence. The phrase “the shape of old” could be seen as a metaphor for the enduring power of tradition and history, while the line “I swear to drop of the life” implies a sense of determination or commitment.

“A Simple Illusion of Haze” is a challenging and cryptic work that defies easy interpretation. The poem’s fragmented and disjointed structure creates a sense of ambiguity and uncertainty, while its surreal and evocative imagery suggests a range of emotional and thematic possibilities. While the poem may not be immediately accessible, it rewards careful reading and interpretation with a rich and complex tapestry of images and ideas.

Hot Cup of Tea

The poem you have provided, “Hot Cup of Tea,” is a challenging and cryptic work that incorporates a range of disparate images and phrases. The poem is characterized by a fragmented and disjointed structure, with individual lines and stanzas that do not seem to cohere into a clear narrative or argument.

The title of the poem, “Hot Cup of Tea,” suggests a sense of comfort and warmth, but this theme is not fully developed throughout the poem. The poem’s imagery is often surreal and confounding, with lines such as “Beloved of the forest” and “gigantic dredging machines” conjuring up a range of disparate and disconnected images.

Despite the poem’s abstract and challenging structure, there are a few moments of clarity and coherence. The line “I know perfectly clear skies” suggests a sense of clarity and understanding amidst the confusion and uncertainty, while the phrase “the city stands mask’d, clothed in abeyance” could be interpreted as a critique of the superficiality and inauthenticity of modern life.

The poem also contains a number of allusions to history and culture, such as the reference to “Asiatic continent new” and the mention of “the middle age.” These references lend the poem a sense of depth and context, and suggest a broader perspective on the themes and ideas being explored.

Overall, “Hot Cup of Tea” is a challenging and mysterious work that defies easy interpretation. The poem’s fragmented and disjointed structure creates a sense of ambiguity and uncertainty, while its surreal and evocative imagery suggests a range of emotional and thematic possibilities. While the poem may not be immediately accessible, it rewards careful reading and interpretation with a rich and complex tapestry of images and ideas.


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I Am Not The Same

On, or maybe just a little bit both, I am not the same
I am not the same,
I wanna eat a dog,
I wanna go out with a hound dog man,
Go drinking blood and thunder and lightning,
I wanna go out on a limb,
Where there’s nothin’ to tie me up
I wanna see the future,
I wanna feel the past,
I wanna give my best,
I wanna live it,
I wanna pick me up
And where we can go
I wanna see the world,
I wanna feel the pain
I wanna spend a great white of a day
I wanna rub my stomach.

And The Sky Is Falling

I feel like I’m on fire
And the sky is falling
The days of the melting pot
Are only in your eyes
No matter what I say
I’m still gonna see you dancing
In this barroom maybe
Even shaking your hand
And even if I couldn’t move
She must have been my name
It’s hard to believe
It’s hard to face the truth
I could never love enough to get here
And in one grand love you’re the one who wrote
The tune
The tune that I used to make
I believe I’m on fire
And the sky is falling
I feel like I’m on fire
And the sky is falling
I feel like I’m on fire
And the sky is burning
I feel like I’m on fire.

Cause I’m Gonna Stay

Cause I’m gonna stay
There is a sign on the wall
That tells me where we are headed
I’m going back there
I’m gonna stay there
Wanna wake up to the sunlight
And see just what’s in your eyes
And you’re a stranger
In this town
We’ve done all the things we wanted to
And we still can’t find the door
So let’s just take a walk
Through each tear we may yet fall
Wanna thank you, I won’t say goodbye
Cause these tears are deep
There’s a hole in my mouth that needs to be filled
Just want you to fill that one more cup
Of your magic fresh out of my hand
Every day.

How Much Longer

You’re watching me now
I feel it in my bones
But I’ll never let you go
It doesn’t matter who she is
It doesn’t matter who she cares about
She’s the only thing I’ve got
A long, long way to go.
I’ve been waiting long a time
For you to show
How much longer
Keep waiting here for pleasure
That’s what it feels like
To be alone.
If I was a telegram sender,
I would receive
All the reams of your love
And if I was one sent me your love berry
Diggin’ everywhere the wind in your hair
Would blow me every corner of the earth
If I was one sent me your love berry
Diggin’ everywhere the wind in your hair

They’ll Make A Deal

To make a deal
We’ll find the deal
The old man walks on honey,
The young man looks put,
The old man sighs, “My days are numbered.”
They’ll make a deal
It’s a long old story
They been walking in this city
They’ve been crying and crying
It’s a long old fight
And the answer is screaming now.
On the street in this small town,
In this hot, bright world,
People dream of being free,
They dream of somewhere.
You can say it ain’t free,
It ain’t free.
It ain’t fair to me.
I wrote this love letter,
I wrote it to you.

We’re On The Ropes

It’s your time you’re waiting and
How much more can we take,
What more can we take,
We’re on the ropes,
How much more can we take,
We’re on the ropes
We’re on the ropes
We’re on the ropes
We’re on the ropes
You know it’s really one of me
You know it’s really one of me
We’re together again but now you’re leavin’
You know it’s really your life somehow
It’s your life but
You knew it’d be true
Now you push your luck
And you know it’s really your life
You know it’s really your life
You know it’s really your life
You know it’s really your life

I Promise

So don’t stop me
If you want me to please settle down
Look inside me
I promise
I’ll never let you go
If you care
Look inside me
I say
I promise
I’ll never let you go
My love has flown away, it’s always frozen in mid air
The promise we made once again
The cold hard truth is stranger than fiction
The promise we made again
The cold hard truth is stranger than fiction
My love has flown away
The promise we made once again
I can feel it in the air, where my heart is
Where the songs that we sing are still fresh
In this room, where the music plays so easy
Keep on coming back, I can hear you near
Keep on coming back, I can hear you running away.

Hidden, Hidden In Your Eyes

I never asked for forgiveness, this time,
Or even to understand I did,
Or to step outside of my comfort zone,
Sometimes I wonder what I mean.
I wish that this was not the end of my story.
Here with you, baby, let me never leave.
Here with you, baby, won’t you let me stand here.
Here with you, baby, won’t you let me stand here.
Understand that love is in your eyes,
Hidden, hidden in your eyes
Here with me, let me never go.
Here with you, baby, won’t you let me stand here
Understand that love is in your eyes.
Hidden, hidden, hidden in your eyes, yeah.
Here with you, girl, won’t you let me stand here.

She Can’t Speak


’cause you can’t hear her
She’s lost a lot of love
And she’s lost her voice
I know that’s why she had to go away
She’s lost the joy of loving
When you leave it all behind
Well I can tell when you’re gone
She can hardly see you
She can’t speak
It’s only for the best
Her breathing when you come home
Doesn’t seem to matter to me
There’s never any doubt about me
I keep all the answers
I’m counting the leftovers
For the last time you’ll be eating for me
I’m coming home to California
And as you can see there’s no car
No man could live on a breadline
If we just packed our bags’n’rolls.