Poems With Analysis
Published: May 2018
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54 Poems With Analysis Of Form And Technique
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1. Phenomenal Woman
Analysis of Form and Technique
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.Featured Shared StoryPhenomenal Woman By Maya Angelou this poem is a Classic that deals with every women in the world. This poem shows that beauty is compare by what society thinks a woman should looked like,...
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2. Tapestry
Analysis of Form and Technique
If I could take a brush and paint the mountains and the moors,
I would splash the hillsides yellow and cover them in gorse.
I'd take the finest needle and the darkest thread of green
And sew a line of bracken along the landscape. In-between
I'd lay a purple carpet of wild heather in the dells
And fringe the edge of all the woods with their pretty lilac bells.
I'd merge the bracken with the heather, mix their colours like the sea,
A green and purple ocean on my own rich tapestry.
Then I'd take a ball of soft, white wool and stitch a mass of daisy chains
Around the lush green meadows and up the sides of winding lanes.
I would stencil on the marshes, just like pure white china cups,
Some fragile water lilies and by the ponds, sweet buttercups.
I'd mix orange, reds and yellows planting poppies wild and free
Onto nature's coloured canvas, my own rich tapestry.Featured Shared StoryNo Stories yet, You can be the first!
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3. The Importance Of A Sister
in Sister Poems
Analysis of Form and Technique
A sister is someone who loves you from the heart.
No matter how much you argue, you cannot be drawn apart.
She is a joy that cannot be taken away.
Once she enters your life, she is there to stay.
A friend who helps you through difficult times,
Her comforting words are worth much more than dimes.
A partner who fills your life with laughs and smiles,
These memories last for miles and miles.
When she is by your side, the world is filled with life.
When she is not around, your days are full of strife.
A sister is a blessing who fills your heart with love.
She flies with you in life with the beauty of a dove.
A companion to whom you can express your feelings,
She doesn't let you get bored at family dealings.
Whether you are having your ups or downs,
She always helps you with a smile and never frowns.
With a sister, you cannot have a grudge.
She is as sweet as chocolate and as smooth as fudge.
Having a sister is not just a trend.
It is knowing you can always turn to her, your best friend.
Featured Shared StoryI was 9 when I first found out I have a sister. I remember I would dream of knowing her and that someday we would met. I used to watch other children play with their sisters and think to...
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4. What I Love About You
Analysis of Form and Technique
The sparkle in your eye,
The warmth of your skin,
Your breath on my neck
That shakes me within.
The touch of your hand,
The smell of your hair,
The naughtiness in your smile,
That strength in your stare.
Your kiss on my lips,
Your body near mine,
The stroke of your touch,
Makes everything feel fine.
The compassion in your touch,
The power in your face,
The beating of your heart,
That we may never end our embrace.
The beauty of your kiss,
And that magic in your touch.
It is for all these reasons and more
Why I love you so much...
Featured Shared StoryThis is a lovely poem. Choicest words, correct rhymes, tender but intense feelings. The writer not only wrote but also lived his emotions. What a grand way to introduce the beloved. Very...
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5. Let Me
Analysis of Form and Technique
Let me take care of your broken heart
and show you how to fly.
Let me hold you gently by the hand
and kiss your tears goodbye.
Let me lead you to tomorrow's light
and out of needless rain,
'cause all I want right now
is to see you smile again.
Let me sing you all the songs I wrote
'til you sleep in my embrace,
and I'll keep you safe and warm until
the sunlight strokes your face.
Let me bring you up the mountain's peak,
and I'll let you touch the skies
to remind you of the strength I see
when I look into your eyes.
Let me kiss and show you what is love
and the happiness it brings.
You'll sail again like a butterfly
endowed with pretty wings.
Let me do all these to let you see
our fates are intertwined.
You're the accidental precious gem
I've waited long to find.
The earth and sky conspired to make us meet.
They knew we both belong
to each other like words and lovely notes
give life to every song.
So fly with me, my beautiful one.
It's time we leave the past.
I'm yours to keep, and you are mine.
We're finally home at last.Featured Shared StoryLove is the true inspirational force. It motivates, encourages and strengthens the resolve to achieve the achievable. True love neither expects nor demands anything in lieu. It only believes...
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6. My Melody
Analysis of Form and Technique
Amazing and beautiful,
not a flower or a tree.
Much prettier than that,
and only I can see.
Loving and caring
right down to the core.
Filling me with happiness
and so much more.
Eyes are so stunning,
cannot look away.
Gorgeous and shining
all throughout the day.
Here in your arms
is where I belong.
The beating of your heart
is like a beautiful song.
Featured Shared StoryBeautiful poem. I love it. One of my favorite poems from Familyfriendspoems.com .
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7. Caged Bird
Analysis of Form and Technique
The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill for the caged bird
sings of freedom
The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.Featured Shared StoryI remember this poem from my guided reading class in 5th grade. I remember it well. This poem really touched me, and reading it again just made my day. This poem, I remember it being about...
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8. The Meaning Of Love
Analysis of Form and Technique
To love is to share life together,
to build special plans just for two,
to work side by side,
and then smile with pride,
as one by one, dreams all come true.
To love is to help and encourage
with smiles and sincere words of praise,
to take time to share,
to listen and care
in tender, affectionate ways.
To love is to have someone special,
one on whom you can always depend
to be there through the years,
sharing laughter and tears,
as a partner, a lover, a friend.
To love is to make special memories
of moments you love to recall,
of all the good things
that sharing life brings.
Love is the greatest of all.
I've learned the full meaning
of sharing and caring
and having my dreams all come true;
I've learned the full meaning
of being in love
by being and loving with you.
Featured Shared StoryLove is the thing that keeps you up all night because you'd rather talk to that person than sleep. Love can be the best feeling in the world and also the worst. It can bring you higher than...
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9. Haiku Year
in Haiku
Analysis of Form and Technique
JANUARY
Delightful display
Snowdrops bow their pure white heads
To the sun's glory.
FEBRUARY
Fresh green buds appear
Indicating spring will soon
Energize us all.
MARCH
Lambs gambol in fields
Frisky with the joys of life
Bleating happily.
APRIL
Bluebells stand so proud
Beneath trees so sparsely dressed
Fresh green leaves unfold.
MAY
Much awaited sound
Echoes heard amid dense trees
Cuckoo has arrived.
JUNE
Parks and gardens burst
With sounds and vibrant colours
Perfect harmony.
JULY
Beaches become full
Of families having fun
In sand and big waves.
AUGUST
Ripe golden harvest
Burning sun in azure skies
Labours rewarded.
SEPTEMBER
Swallows congregate
On telephone wires ready
To migrate down south.
OCTOBER
Red and gold leaves fall,
Crunchy as cornflakes beneath
Feet on a crisp morn.
NOVEMBER
Frosty webs sparkle
In the early morning sun
Brightly bejeweled.
DECEMBER
First few flakes of snow
Dust gardens like icing on
A chocolate cake.Featured Shared StoryI love this poem sooooo much! Can't stop reading it. I am in love with the absolute perfect descriptions of each month...great job Paul.
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10. I'm Tired
Analysis of Form and Technique
I'm tired.
Tired of the constancy,
the constancy of judgment.
Tired of hiding,
hiding who I really am.
Tired of trying to stay strong.
I'm tired.
Tired of pretending,
pretending to be happy when all I want to do is cry.
Tired of not being able to let go,
let go of all the pain and emotions that consume me.
Tired of feeling worthless.
I'm tired.
Tired of being put down,
put down by the people I felt closest to.
Tired of dreaming,
dreaming of a life I will never have.
Tired of not being good enough.
I'm tired.
Tired of remembering,
remembering how I used to be so happy.
Tired of the blame,
the blame I put on myself daily.
Tired of the anger.
I'm tired.
Tired of crying,
crying in the shower so nobody can hear.
Tired of the fear,
the fear of being judged, hurt, and alone.
Tired of failing.
I'm tired.
Tired of holding on when all I want to do is give up.
Tired of being tired.
Tired of being me.Featured Shared StoryI lived in an abusive household for the first nine years of my life. Suffering sexual assault, beatings, starvation, all at the hands of the people who were supposed to protect me. When I was...
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11. Mask
in Alone Poems
Analysis of Form and Technique
I was once sad and lonely,
Having nobody to comfort me,
So I wore a mask that always smiled,
To hide my feelings behind a lie.
Before long, I had many friends;
With my mask, I was one of them.
But deep inside I still felt empty,
Like I was missing a part of me.
Nobody could hear my cries at night,
For I designed my mask to hide the lies.
Nobody could see the pain I was feeling,
For I designed my mask to be laughing.
Behind all the smiles were the tears,
And behind all the comfort were the fears.
Everything you think you see
Wasn't everything there was to me.
Day by day
I was slowly dying.
I couldn't go on,
There was something missing..
Until now I'm still searching
For the thing that'll stop my crying,
For someone who'll erase my fears,
For the person who'll wipe my tears.
But till then, I'll keep on smiling,
Hiding behind this mask I'm wearing.
Hoping one day I can smile,
Till then, I'll be here...waiting.
Featured Shared StoryI know you don't know me, but I want you to know I care about you and what you are going through. I know how bad bullying can be, and I also know how dear a Gran can be. Mine won't be with us...
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12. Inside Out
Analysis of Form and Technique
Outside lives a girl with a smile that will brighten up the room,
yet inside hides a girl with a frown full of despair.
Outside lives a girl with eyes of joy that bring you to ease,
yet inside hides a girl shedding tears of sadness.
Outside lives a girl with a beautiful laugh that's contagious,
yet inside hides a girl screaming her lungs out in unwanted anger.
Outside lives a girl with the personality everyone envies,
yet inside hides a girl full of insecurities and shame.
Outside lives a girl who is fearless and tough,
yet inside hides a weak girl who lives in fear.
Outside lives a girl full of life,
yet inside hides a girl full of pain, wanting to die.
Outside lives a girl with a perfect image,
yet inside hides a girl with regrets and mistakes.
Outside lives a girl of innocence,
yet inside hides a girl with tremendous guilt.
Outside lives a girl with goals and aspirations,
yet inside lives a girl lost in confusion.
What you see on the outside is my personal disguise.
What hides underneath, you can't even begin to imagine.Featured Shared StoryWow, just wow. That's me exactly. I go through my church doors with a smile always on my face, so much so that the youth group nicknamed me Smiley McGee, and I'm so nice to others. I guess...
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13. I Wish I Weren't Alone
in Alone Poems
Analysis of Form and Technique
Once when I was little,
I was happy and carefree.
I used to run around laughing
Until it was time for tea.
I used to play games
And smile all the time.
I used to feel on top of the world.
I used to feel fine.
It's amazing how things change
When people let you down.
And how that once happy face
Turns into a solemn frown.
You search and search
For someone who cares,
Anyone who understands,
Anyone who dares.
Loneliness, it hurts.
It kills you deep inside.
It makes you feel empty.
It stops you in your stride.
You cry yourself to sleep,
Hugging your pillow tight,
Wishing for someone
To hold you through the night.
Once when I was little,
I was happy and carefree.
Now my life's full of sadness,
Pain and misery.
Once when I was little,
I was never on my own.
But now I pray at night,
"I wish I weren't alone."Featured Shared StoryI was bullied at school because I was an ugly kid. Mum and Dad loved me for what I was. I had a failed marriage due to domestic violence and verbal abuse at me. I was locked up for defending...
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14. Last Chance
in Father Poems
Analysis of Form and Technique
My heart aches, Dad,
For the things you won't do.
My soul breaks, Dad,
For all that we've been through.
I fear it's too late, Dad,
To mend my broken heart.
I'm so full of hate, Dad,
I don't know where to start.
You took away my hope, Dad,
That I would ever be loved,
And now I'm left to cope, Dad,
As I watch you love your son.
I want to scream and yell, Dad,
But I fear my voice will crack.
I want so much to tell you, Dad,
That I can't always take you back.
Please listen to my words, Dad,
For they are all that I can say.
I want you to treat me like I'm yours, Dad,
And not just throw me away.
Featured Shared StoryMy dad is a substance abuser. He is abusive physically, emotionally and mentally in every possible way imagine. Since I could remember he has degraded my mum, my brothers and me. My mum...
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15. A True Friend
Analysis of Form and Technique
Before you became a friend of mine,
We knew each other for quite some time.
I hate to say we wasted a year and a half.
I'm glad we can now look back and laugh.
It's funny how things turned out.
I wish I could say I never had a doubt.
Truth is, I'm proud to say
You and I have come a long, long way.
You touch the lives of people you know.
You walk around with a humble glow.
You've been a best friend to me,
One that will last an eternity.
I know my secrets you will keep.
On your shoulder I can weep.
You always listen and never judge me,
Always understand so objectively.
You light up a room when you walk in.
I'm so fortunate that my friend you've been.
You are the epitome of a best friend, a true ten.
I wish I had known that way back then.
Words can't convey what you mean.
A better friend I have yet seen.
You confide in me, and I in you.
You are a friend who's completely true.
I never thought we'd be friends like this.
A lifetime of this we almost missed.
I'm blessed things have turned out this way.
I thank God for you every day.
I'm thankful it was not too late.
My friendship with you was well worth the wait.
I love you for all that you are.
There's no better friend by far.Featured Shared StoryI was alone for a good 2 years of my life and had no one to help me through anything. Then my friend Wade came along and made everything better for me. It felt good to have someone to talk...
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16. A Broken Family Tree
Analysis of Form and Technique
I am one of many
Small branches of a broken tree,
Always looking to the ones above
For guidance, strength and security.
One little branch trying
To keep the others from breaking away.
Who will fall?
And who will stay?
Now I stand alone,
Looking at the earth through the rain,
And I see the broken branches I knew
Scattered about me in pain.
There are those who have taken an ax
To the root of our very foundation
And who have passed this destruction
Down to every new generation.
If I could take that ax,
I would toss it deep into the sea,
Never to return again
To harm the generations that follow me.
I am one of many,
But alone I will go
And plant the new seeds
Where a beautiful tree will grow.Featured Shared StoryI echo all the stories that have gone before mine. It's amazing, it's moving, it's a poem written with so much feeling and depth. Family should be everything - supportive, comforting,...
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17. The Choice Is Mine
Analysis of Form and Technique
Life may not let me choose my lot,
But whether I'd be happy or not...
That is my choice.
To leave hurtful memories behind
Or allow them to bother my mind...
The choice is mine.
To fret over a mistake when it's done
Or learn from it and move on...
The choice is mine.
To be bothered by all that people say
Or ignore them and go my own way...
The choice is mine.
To hide my feelings, pent up, unspoken,
Or say my mind and ease the burden...
The choice is mine.
To enjoy what I've been able to gain
Or ungratefully regard it with disdain...
The choice is mine.
Sometimes I won't get to pick my lot,
But whether I'll be happy or not
Will always be my choice.Featured Shared StoryI really loved this poem. It is simple but lovely, the sort of thing you could hand to anyone having troubles with life. The choice is theirs to let things worry them and spoil their lives or...
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18. He Is There
in God Poems
Analysis of Form and Technique
God comes to us in quiet and simple ways.
He is there when the breeze rustles the palm fronds on a quiet, lazy, sunny afternoon.
When the raindrops softly patter on the thirsty tin roofs of the poor, he is there.
Look for him behind the laughing eyes of a child,
or smell him in blossoming jasmine flowers
on a clear and starry moonlit night.
Hold his hand when you take your love by the hand,
and feel the warmth of his tears
as you console a grieving friend in your arms.
He is there in a baby's first cry
and in the dying man's last sigh.
When the waves break on the golden sands
and the seagulls fly into the white clouds,
when the church bells ring on an Easter Sunday
inviting you to receive the sacred brad, he is there.
Taste him when you bite into the yellow ripeness of a mango
or when you quench your thirst with sweet water of a coconut.
God comes to us only in quiet and simple ways.
Never his presence in violence will you find;
never look for him in words of anger or cowardly actions.
His love and his peace surround us, above and beyond.
And only in those simple, everyday things
when we look with our eyes filled with his love
can we find him.
Featured Shared StoryI have never seen God in this light. Thank you for showing me how easy it is to find God. I have been searching for Him all my life.
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19. I Tried So Hard
Analysis of Form and Technique
I tried so hard.
I tried my best.
I gave you my all,
And now there's nothing left.
You stole my heart
Then tore it in two.
Now I'm falling apart
And don't know what to do.
Divided by decisions,
Burned by the fire,
Confused by your words,
Tempted by desire.
I'm living in the present.
My mind is on the past.
Not knowing what I'll lose,
Not knowing what will last.
Blinded by fear,
Drowning in doubt,
Struggling to be free,
Looking for a way out.Featured Shared StoryHe was my first love We started dating while I was in high school. He was at university. We were so much in love, promising each other that we would be together forever. He taught me how to...
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20. I'm Dying On The Inside
Analysis of Form and Technique
You see a smile on the outside,
But that's all you can see.
What if tears run down my face on the inside?
You hear a laugh on the outside,
But that's all you can hear.
What if I'm crying out for help on the inside?
You smell the scent I wear every day on the outside,
But that's all you can smell.
What if it smells of death on the inside?
You feel soft, smooth skin on the outside,
But that's all you feel.
What if I'm being torn apart on the inside?
You taste sweet lips kissing you on the outside,
But that's all you can taste.
What if my lips taste of blood on the inside?
You can tell I'm happy on the outside,
But what if you can't tell I'm dying on the inside?
Featured Shared StoryThis is my poem of the day because I feel the same way. My boyfriend and I were going through drama, and he think it's okay for him not to say how I feel about it, but it hurts me deep inside...
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