Like a piece of cloth, it got
All admiration it was worth,
And he thought,
Let it me cut it out
And wear it around
Turn heads, double takes;
And people think
He’s rich, he’s talent,
Wrapped in a coat
No one could see
The veneer beneath
Of utter desperation,
To be who he never can be.
But any lengths he’ll run,
To hide the truth
And shoot the gun,
Power he needs
And ego he feeds.
The cloth got him all
Through bruises and cuts,
Ripped and shreds,
But the cloth didn’t know
That good time fades;
It kept loving, giving
Believing in his best.
Left behind with the ascent
Torn and tattered,
For no more it mattered
It was only a discard,
For higher, for better
Who his needs would fetter.
Only it wasn’t a cloth he cut,
But a woman’s beating heart.
N.B. If do not understand this piece of God-only-knows-what, you are better off.
honestly speaking I couldn't get much of the poem…
I have idea but it is self made and may be wrong..
do enlighten me..
I don't think I understand it myself. I think I should be shot for even attempting poetry, but what can I do, I love poetry so much, that I keep trying and 'cause others visual pain! 😛
A friend had used a phrase, “discarded like old clothes”, hence this pathetic one… 😀
hey nice one…
first read i did not understand what you are implying… then after reading the last sentence i re read it…
and realized its true meaning.. good one there…
hey its not pathetic…
its good:)…till the end i jus imagined of cloth as in ….life fame,money n people goin behind materialistic leaving the old for better n the last line:)…'But a woman's beating heart.'..tat made all jus too perfect:)…loved ur flow and rhyming dear:)…nice work:)..
Ok you want me to give it a try eh?
the man's wife(or partner) has been compared with a cloth which is now tattered from overuse….
the poem tries to explain how women are used by men for their selfish reasons and then dumped away in the end….
“The cloth got him all
Through bruises and cuts,”
this line clearly proves my first proposition..
if I am correct….u are too GOOD…
“I don't think I understand it myself. I think I should be shot for even attempting poetry, but what can I do, I love poetry so much, that I keep trying and 'cause others visual pain! 😛
A friend had used a phrase, “discarded like old clothes”, hence this pathetic one”
well gal, modesty doesn't suit u…u be sarcastic and conceit…
awesome one btw…
till about the last few lines i thought u were writing of obama..free
“Only it wasn't a cloth he cut,
But a woman's beating heart.”
Loved it girl
P.S : In your last post u mentioned “eading the Misfit girl (alas, it has stuck, no one calls me “the Maverick girl”) “
Am the only one who calls u like that na!?!
icant make anything from this….
kya tha ye??
Brilliant poem. I dont understand poetry at all except I like reading them for sheer play of words into a great meaning.
I love the last two lines. You are comparing a women to a discarded cloth right? whcih her guy or husband has used and thrown away.. hmm guess so..
very intellient poem. Intelligent because I dont understand it fully 😛 hehe keep writing 🙂
nice but obscure way of explaining the exploitation of delicate feminine emotions…
Sorry,I can not comment as I did not understand the poem.