Wearing a glove,
Cause the other of the pair is lost,
So you are naked,
in one hand.
Write one article,
Pat one child,
Cook one gorgeous dinner.
Keeping the trousers,
But nothing on the chest.
Cause the weather makes you tempered,
Crazily.
Unseen on the legs,
Seen through on the hearts,
Half-seen over the skins.
What do you want to hide?
Then it could be hidden.
Bearing the innocence, half of it.
Suffering from righteousness, half of it.
Trusting the truth, half of it.
We are divided into halves.
Then half-naked would be an exquisite decoration,
Like a half-bloomed dead flower.
That's human truth well portrayed in this poem. We tend to live half heartedly all our lives. Thankfully poems like these open our eyes to reality...
I LIKE THE TITLE WE ARE ALL HALF-NAKED IN OUR OWN WAYS GOOD POEM TO PONDER UPON
We are divided into halves. Then half-naked would be an exquisite decoration, Like a half-bloomed dead flower. then what do u want to hide? thoughtful poem half- heartedness.. very nice idea. thank you for this poem. tony
We are divided into halves. Then half-naked would be an exquisite decoration, Like a half-bloomed dead flower. what a witty and clever finale.. and 'a half-bloomed dead flower' is a great imagery to give us lyrical emotions.. Thanks for sharing
A thoughtful penning describing half hearted approach and half hearted mind
Back No more tasks with that mask. They just want the original self back To row a boat with the music flow And hip-hop into nowhere to go. Above the rocks, behind the woods, They just fly as far as the mind could To sing in the wind, dance on the green, Make the self pure and the soul clean. by Gordon Tseng
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
But still nakedness is felt.....no matter full or half...good poetry here...