Is this a poem or a triangle?

I am unsure of the meaning of this poem.

silly me! and i thought (just because i wrote it, i guess) that it was about people searching for meaning, and in the end, finding no one but themselves! duh! now it all comes clear! i bow to your wis-dim, oh surface-staring assessor of subtleties. forgive my impudence.

haha. me? wise. nope. but i'm glad my comments helped you.

morning z, thankyou..i dislocated my thumb surfing this weekend, and every movement THROBS! ouch... this grand ole opry above is as splendid as dark angels face...i love this poem it is a 'skeleton key' and penetrates with a sink factor 'icarus' your writing is both acute and wise with just enough child like curiousity to save the church. you, d.a, razora, and shaskowski..to name a few..are reason enough for me to keep on keeping on..i appreciate the way you observe the universe, and i learn from your descriptions and hidden discoveries, and the others i've mentioned above also do that in spades..i need to smoke a joint now,and gets some coffee, god bless the sneezers! carry on. 

how about some gasoline, and i guide book to" fraud, the easy way to make money". Dr. Suess was a bum bugger, but he had talent. maybe you just bugger..g

Thank you so much everything you said made so much sense. I hope to work on some poems in the future and I would love for you to read them. You really seem to know what you are talking about. By the way may I ask of your age? You seem a whole lot wiser then I, this is why I ask. Thanks

dear p&k, a concrete poem looks like what it is. in this case, the poem is titled 'diminishing.' it diminishes in form, both visually and in beats per couplet (10,10, 9,9, 8,8, etc.). there are other ways in which the title may be interpeted as relates to the subject matter. so, to answer your question, yes, it is a triangle, and it is one on purpose. i like to think that i spend some time crafting my poems before i submit them for review. i want the reader to think about what he/she reads/sees/hears. many of my poems are better when read aloud than when scanned, due to the alliteration and assonance i employ. horus8's are best when he speaks them--go to his website and see for yourself. they are immediate and personal; many of the rankers here seem to miss that when reading only his words in plain text on this site. it's a limitation of the form. granted, you have to look pretty hard sometimes to find a meaning in some of the stuff on this site, but many times it's well worth the effort. i read your work, and hey, it's great that you can rhyme, but poetry is much, much more. check it out sometime.

my dear, even hallmark here in kc misery would smirk at this rubbish. save if for your adolescent journal. this here is a poetry site - not a medium for young folks to clutter with words of misinterpreted hormones.

buy her a candy bar and stop writing this sugary trash.

why the hell are they in the woods? are they fisher people that went on a bender? anywho - i like the contrast of the pocket watch with the other images. you can tell something is out of place. maybe the narrator is looking for something he is being forced to find? hmmmm? you tell me. and on that note, you may be worthy opponent but I am a champion with the pen and shall destroy you?

i swear i just read this. why don't you just tack it on to the other poem and make it one long turd of a journal entry.

i'm guesing this is a warm-up, as it hardly shows anyone how to do anything, especially write poetry.

kriss, check out other poets when they speak of love: Emily Dickenson, Walt Whitman, Rumi, Carl Sandberg: http://www.lovepoetry.com/poems/classic1.html and then, judge for yourself. imitation is a superb learning tool.

Thanks for your advice though i do have one question, what is it that I am doing so wrong? I write poetry in school and all my teachers read it and approve that it is appropriate and well written?

i'm glad your teachers like your work, but being 'appropriate' is not necessarily something you want to strive for: "be a good little girl and write 'appropriate' poetry." why not stretch the limits? why not make people think, instead of placating them? since you asked--well, as far as poetry goes, this can be classified as 'free verse', and that's a loose way of saying that it expresses an idea in other-than-prose. other than that, it employs no other poetic devices: similie, metaphor, allusion, alliteration, rhyme, meter, etc. and, generally, we like to learn something new when we read a poem. that's the beauty of it: a condensed idea that expands in your thoughts the more you turn it over. you've not given us anything here; you've not compared this love to anything else to give us a twist on it; you've not described it in any way that is remarkable. you have these feelings for this person; distill them, refine your description of them. think of a poem as a lump of coal that becomes a diamond--you start out with a LOT of coal, and time and pressure condense it down to one little tiny spot of brilliance that blinds you so that you want to see it again and again. it's a lot of time and effort, and often a long wait before anything of value is produced. but, people seem to think that diamonds are of value. so, i suggest that you take this vein of coal and mine it deeply. you have the feelings; oerhaps you do not have the depth of experience that older people have, but that does not invalidate what you do have. learn from your experiences. find the heart of the matter. make that the poem. there is so much fluff out there. make your words worth reading. does that make sense?

aabba is a swedish band that surged back into popularity with the release of Muriel's Wedding - quite the sad flick. they turned down a billion USD to reform. Now that is a love poem. and this poem is quite clear and the title leaves nothing to the imagination. the first sentence is a base, the end is a point. i shall check out this so called hours fellow in my search for worthiness.

Your work is an inspiration!

thank you.

also, limericks are structured aabba; and so, this is not a limerick.