Half-Naked Poem by Wang Qian

Half-Naked

Rating: 4.9


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.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Allemagne Roßmann 26 August 2011

But still nakedness is felt.....no matter full or half...good poetry here...

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Anshul Gupta 30 August 2011

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...

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Naida Nepascua Supnet 10 September 2011

I LIKE THE TITLE WE ARE ALL HALF-NAKED IN OUR OWN WAYS GOOD POEM TO PONDER UPON

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Dr Antony Theodore 04 December 2015

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

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Fabrizio Frosini 06 January 2015

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

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Captain Herbert Poetry 28 April 2014

a very deep message from within. VERY NICE

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Amitava Sur 05 March 2014

A thoughtful penning describing half hearted approach and half hearted mind

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Gordon Tseng 14 November 2011

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

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