Analysis of Poetic lovers
You gave me roses.
That never die.
In summer I hate them
But I let it lie
In winter I love them
They make me sigh
That's how I feel now
Like a fake rose (oh my);
Like a wintered bubbly body
Ripe for the wet and dry lip
A full glass half empty
Yet still half full of colour
I look at your hands and arms
Too fiddling to cuddle
Your mind in distressed calm
Yet I love you so much
Every time I look at their charm
I wonder why they remain
When all else seems fare game
For insane waste repair words
That somehow fix me. It's absurd.
Scheme | ABCBCBDBEFEGHIJKLMNOP |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 11110 1101 010111 11111 010111 1111 11111 101111 10101010 1101011 011110 111111 1111101 110110 110011 111111 100111111 1101101 111111 1011011 1111101 |
Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 531 |
Words | 115 |
Sentences | 5 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 21 |
Lines Amount | 21 |
Letters per line (avg) | 20 |
Words per line (avg) | 5 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 410 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 111 |
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