Read My Poem, Comments would be appreciated

Question

There’s distaste where we put taste;

A tongue, just gone to waste.

And we know best with soreness,

When all we have is closeness.

We grab lips when we tap hips,

But we can’t feel fingertips,

With hands mangled to bend.

And all we have is stubbed ends.

So there’s disjoint where we point,

To our hearts, we know we won’t.

Find distrust in those we trust;

To love and live, we know we must.

Answer 1

Hi John... it appears that you've started and ended my day, with a poem. That in itself is a wonderful thing. This is very "tongue in cheek" !! Pun intended.

I liked what you tried to accomplish here. You forced some lines, won't does not rhyme with point... I think that you're better than that..

However I applaud you. Well done. Much love always...

Temari

Answer 2

It's neither free verse nor metered. It doesn't flow, it just sort of jerks along.

The words are insipid at best.

Answer 3

I like it. It's really deep. Cool.