Aren't they supposed to rhyme?
I suppose mine should,
but its more of weather I could;
except that should be can.
Lots of poems put words
they are still read out as if they
were one long line;
its the punctuation you see.
As for understanding poetry,
well that is something quite different to writing it.
As far as I can tell,
It is up to the understander to come up with what the poem is about;
and why the door is red.
If they're talking about an object,
I can usually guess.
Unless they call it something else.
So I shall have to be content with
unnecessarily writing down the question,
and hope I run out of time
before I have to think of something to say,
about the red door.
And I will hope I don't get picked on in class,
saying 'ermm' until my brain thinks of
slightly more intellectual to say.
so make what you want of this;
a moment spent in speculation of grass,
is another mans happy go lucky
and costs the memory of the smell of your mothers hair.
Fill up my glass full of life,
toads in the forest.
I do not want any bagels today.
Poetry is too cleaver for me.