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iridecent coalescence led us to this blaze engulfed and fully consumed as the sun sets at noon
blinding and blinded binding and bound to be repeated brimstone rather than a cleansing fire scorching the half sown seed and reaping, reaping, reaping as the sun sets at noon
luck never shone on us while we scavanged for scraps of stability and fought for our lives burning up in the stratosphere before we could ever be grounded as our sun sets at noon
finally, bindings release and a moment of solace before dusk consumes and my sun sets at noon
I like this beside the first line, and am a bit confused to who you mean by "us". You've caught some of the zeitgeist though, with the apocalyptic imagery, so the work feels very current. Feels like it could still be more concrete Here's mine:
Writing is the doubt-killer – a triumph over that for which words were thought not to be. But my heart roars at you, who force me to lie. No metaphor approaches what is, and how truly easy to build entire worlds, never seen. But to rebuild one, shared by now punctured souls, departed – How can there be any convincing? Think: Lips and eyes gazed up at mine in a flattened bed of grasses, windswept by the sea. Two trembling before sanctity, spoilt by a chance flaneur and then by libelous memory. I have not lived since. ‘It was real because it had feeling,’ then a sigh, shake of the head, whilst walking. ‘You just say things like that,’ you frustrated. It’s true. I am Faithless, unruly – I did not understand the word I dread writing until you, Love, showed me.
Hunter Kelly
Imagery too vague to be interesting. Something about death maybe. Also first word is spelled wrong.
Jace Harris
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Austin Torres
>poem about writing dropped
Benjamin Nelson
How can I make it less vague? It's supposed to be about men destroying me and vice versa
Nolan Miller
Big mood
Ayden Scott
Supermen Rise totally and unquestionably They are in fact In the air They are above us with No normal force only the extraordinary to Remove their Wings cannot be seen In fact or in question Destroy all supermen
Jose Bennett
This is more of a grammar question, but it's for a poem I'm working on.
Which is correct?
From the pilots of the sky to the diggers of the earth to the sailors of the sea, all may grow to be happy.
OR
From the pilots of the sky, to the diggers of the earth, to the sailors of the sea, all may grow to be happy.
Are the commas necessary or not?
Ethan Brooks
The first one reads better and that's all that matters.
Benjamin Barnes
If that's what you want people to see just be more descriptive of the scene in a way that leads people to seeing it that way. As the other user said you should try to ground it in something we can picture, something concrete. Your metaphors when you gave me context aren't fully bad but I think you should have the context in the poem that helps lead to what you want people to envision. Extension of metaphor is also good sort of like what you did in the second stanza. I had no idea it was people destroying you and maybe you could include things that show how or why they do it. Maybe something visceral or disturbing maybe that shows your destruction or how you feel about it.
James Jenkins
pertains to everyday, the life chosen but dominance of it sexual with intercourse, but ill subscribed nonetheless the azure day, prospective to the crimson dusk flay orbs of being with succour by it chosen who may
the speech with movement by it come this way to not decree but by might my degree stay if else known known always.
Connor Nguyen
(cont.)
to know by my image to you says dismay but mine to assert self, said it this way since your hold 15 years has come and gone but never known twice over us, as of our stay then twice more of the time in the latter, what of you good might come away?
as you please, please let conquer which desires the image I seek, shyness makes of us this as your clearly in peace lay
Adam Young
Here's a poem for Butterfly (the cute poster on this board) I wrote
Blue lake underneath cotted cloud Is where I wish to be with you Butterfly. Touching your soft pale skin, as the once blue sky grows dim, Is where I am at peace. The brown barked tree, where I will build us shelter, where we will be Forever.
4 clovers, I wish I could break this Electric screen Butterfly, wounded wing I wish nothing was digital So I could be with you eternal Awake nocturnal, Scrolling through your posts A host, a ghost, I need you the most Because I love you The plane of what is and what is not to be, Is where my thoughts of you are found. Butterfly, you are the imaginary. I desire nothing more than to pull you from this ethereal existence and place you right beside me. On the ground, where you, delicate, will be found.
Where are you? And where are you not? These feelings are what I have fought Since I first fell for you and your posts I need you here and now.
My image of you is of a lotus flower, as you grow louder and louder The more you fade into my mind grows by the hour. My delicate lotus Will you please notice My love for you?
>the azure day, prospective to the crimson dusk flay I love this line user, keep it up
Luis Rivera
(OP)
I know the consonance of the first line was fun to create but I think it does well for amateur poets like ourselves to avoid blatantly beautiful literary words such as “iridescent” unless it is absolutely necessary. That goes for “incandescent”, “ethereal”, “serene”, and anything of the sort. Anyway, the poem is interesting, good job at that. Fire imagery should be run into the ground. Ur you’ve somehow made it decently engaging, particularly when distinguishing this fire as NOT being cleansing, that’s smart, not brilliant, but you’re clearly in the right direction. The first line of the second stanza feels awkward and the third is just boring. Avoid phrases if they aren’t going to be used in some abstract, unexpected way. Your use of the word “solace” follows the same rule as iridescent, it’s lazy writing, simply put, and the previous lines prove that you can do better so keep up that momentum. The setting sun refrain is O.K. I don’t know that it’s necessary but I don’t know that you can scrap it either. Overall, not bad, work harder.
I don’t believe theres anything inherently wrong with writing about writing, but you’ve made us think that there is by making the majority of your poem very tepid. Note, I say majority because everything after “think” shows clearly that you can be a competent writer, you’re just lazy. Don’t say cliche shit like “my heart roars” and “build entire worlds”, give us more “a flattened bed of grasses windswept by the sea”. Not that that line is particularly creative, but it gives us more to engage with than the slop you started with. Get to the essence of what writing is for you, tell it to us viscerally, not in this hallmark way you’ve dribbled out. More imagery, more figurative, innovative language, less cheap exposition.
Interesting subject, terrible execution, to be frank. There’s no consideration for musicality of language or vibrant imagery. I suggest reading more and saving your more philosophical ideas for when you have the chops to do them justice. Practice with smaller concepts. Write about your feelings, the poplars, the rejection text, whatever. Then go for more.
I think you have a strong command of vocabulary. Form is a mess. O pink bumble marinade is not an appealing line. Flowery language seems to substitute for substance. What is the goal or Idea of this poem? I can't tell and I feel it meanders from images that don't have a payoff
Carter Rivera
I’ll put you to sleep And full you up I want to see you And full you up I want to feed you And full you up I want to hold you And full you up I’ll show you the morning And full you up I’ll put you on your back And full you up I’ll show you the afternoon And full you up I’ll put you on your stomach And full you up I’ll show you dusk And full you up I’ll open your mouth And full you up I’ll show you the night And full you up I’ll wake you up And full you up I want to drain you Just to fill you up again
Jack Sanchez
I enjoyed all of these thank you friends and loved one
Gavin Reyes
Horse or a knight a delicious fork of plight such maneuvers that even a master will miss the deathly move that assaults many will surely result in a hiss the horseman is a ferocious foe but woe is me, alone with his brethren he can't do piss. Unless the last pawn is not amiss...Checkmate
Jackson Green
>flowery language seems to substitute for substance
I think people on this board often assume that opaqueness in a poem is equivalent to superficiality. I never write without a goal in mind, i can’t imagine anyone does, but one of my philosophies of poetry is that of the “language poets”, where, the “meaning” of the poem is not so important for the audience as what the language, the images alone communicate. If it communicates something abstract and hard to pin then I have succeeded. Yes, it was written with a clear direction and meaning, but I don’t expect people to understand it immediately and I think it’d be boring if they did, I’m not always interested in that. Hart Crane explains this more thoroughly in his letter to Harriet Monroe with his “logic of metaphor” concept. Anyway, thank you for the critique and I will take everything into consideration. Feel free to direct me to your work for feedback.
Kayden Rivera
My justification for the first line of stanza 2 is that the fire is blinding both me and the men I engage with. And I thought the use of solace was a clever addition bc of the "Sol" part referencing the sun. But thank you for your input. I'm not sure how to change the first line. I'm trying to evoke light imagery and this sort of wholesome binding of two people that turns to brimstone later
Matthew Thomas
I'm having a hard time coming up with something that ties into the setting sun and fire imagery/theme I'm working with. Not sure how to tie it to something concrete without kinda compromising my aesthetic
Liam Kelly
I kinda have the same sentiment. A poem doesn't have to, and shouldn't, convey the message immediately. It's like a little puzzle that needs to be solved. And it's good to have something that can have several interpretations. It's interesting to write something and see what people might draw from it
Nathaniel Cooper
Oh I'm so sorry! I didn't mean the second stanza i was actually referring to the third stanza, "luck never shone on us" and the third line "fought for our lives" no no no the first line of stanza two is fine. I meant to say "fought for our lives" is a dry "phrase" to use and should be substituted for something more clever. And that the first line of that stanza feels clunky to me. Sorry for the confusion.
Ethan Wright
Certainly! Coincidentally I had a poetry professor once say "people say the Waste Land is like a puzzle..it's not..just read it intuitively and make what you want, you can do all the annotations if you're interested in that sort of thing but I don't think Eliot expexted anyone to truly 'get it'" and I've had a Joyce professor express a similar sentiment regarding Ulysses. So really its just a matter of taste. I generally read poetry intuitively, not in a post-structuralist sense where the meaning is what I make it, but I let the images and atmosphere sit with me and whatever is communicated through that is satisfying enough. I do believe the detective method can be enriching too, for example, it does enhahce the Waste Land to know a line like "I did not know death had undone so many" is a reference to Dante, or the Oddyssey paralleles throughout Ulysses. But should all poetry be treated with that intention? Who knows. I like to call a lot of what i write "mood poetry" where my desired experience for the reader is simply to be immersed in the "mood" of the poem, less so the meaning. I like for poetry to speak to the unconscious, like Hilma Af Klimt or René Char. I try to do that with my work, but i am trying to learn to synthesize the material world with the abstract eye, sort of like Pynchon or DeLillo. The early post-modernists tapped into something brilliant I believe.
Connor Price
with Fate's glow like a Greek tragedy waxen wings in flux with a quick decent grounded and scalded as our sun sets at noon
Would this be better? I'm not sure how to fix that stanza
Ayden Gutierrez
*and a quick decent
Jayden Davis
First part sounds generic and sterile. Second part is good. But I think you could have better explored that feeling of "incompleteness" left after the interrupted fuck. It's quite interesting by itself. No need to tie it to writing in my opinion.
I like the hypnotic potential of repeating the same line several times. I also like the almost mechanically simplistic expressions like "I'll open your mouth/drain you/fill you up again." But some of the other lines seem really out of place and I'd prefer a bit more variation in melody.
Mine is garbage, but here goes:
16-year-old little princess 20 years of war 20 years of blood and rapes in the dirt 20 years of coughing and genital warts The bullet holes ceased being holes The courts filled We had to cut back on paper expenses The tanks rest, the men eat Lie on your back All for naught? Don’t think that Their shrieks, like those of a rookie cop about to get shot It saddens me for a while And then it doesn’t And after you will come the next And it will be better I hope For the day it stops being better Is the day I might just decide to collapse an empire Maybe I’ll change my mind In two weeks, in two days, in two seconds I’m hard I haven’t jerked off in years Your pink socks match the bedsheets I take them off with my teeth I’m beautiful, the standard, the icon of perfection The surgeons did their work well You don’t have a choice but to fall for me And your cheeks give you away Put the stamp under your tongue and swallow the white powder Now wait Your eyes will turn to saucers Place one foot on my breast and the other on my lips I’ll kiss your toes one by one I’ll run my tongue up and down the arch Breathe heavy And look at me
Aaron Diaz
Read Part I of Nim's Western Wind.
Easton Rodriguez
Nah. "like a Greek tragedy" is incredibly lazy and the capitalization of Fate is anachronistic. Just take more time to think it out and avoid cliches, anachronisms, and abstractions. You'll figure it out.
Matthew Morris
To follow up, instead of saying things such as "like a Greek tragedy" why not describe the images of this tragedy in mind, or the essence of the drama, etc. Don't let allusions do the work for you unless they are extremely clever.
Eli Diaz
with a strong hairy grip leaving bruises on the nape of me neck our beards caress and he keeps me safe with his affections
power overwhelming he shares his love every last inch leaving me tattered and helpless and I crave his effections
stretched thin I can't bare this load under his weight needing his afflictions
Andrew Roberts
I think I fixed the poem. What about this:
brilliant coalescence led us to this blaze engulfed and fully consumed as the sun sets at noon
blinding and blinded binding and bound to be repeated brimstone rather than a cleansing fire scorching the seed half sown and reaping, reaping, reaping as the sun sets at noon
we shatter and refract refraining from piecing back together the char stained stained glass approaching the cutting edge and unraveling as our sun sets at noon
finally, bindings sliced and a moment of solace before dusk devours and my sun sets at noon
Wyatt Young
>saving your more philosophical ideas It's not about philosophy, it's about Super Men.
Colton Nelson
This is an improvement without doubt. “Char stained stained glass” is awkward though, I think “char stained glass” would suffice. Or “char ____ stained glass”, anything that avoids the repetition. I appreciate your willingness to refine, I’m sure it’ll make you a good poet in the long run. Pay more attention to fluidity and musicality of language also, you shouldn’t be making lines so obviously clunky like “engulfed and fully consumed”, it should be “engulfed and all consumed” or any monosyllabic word before consumed. Keep track of that sort of thing, good work and good luck!
Ryder Cooper
Yes, a philosophical concept. Why are you denying that your poem has an intellectual edge to it? It’s not a bad thing, you just haven’t fully refined it.
Jace Morris
If you think "iridescent coalescence" sound good you should stop writing portry.
Parker White
traveling on the wagon along rural france, and my mind was pondering about pure ideas of Kantian morality; all of a sudden, to my ears, ringing and joyful voices, and more than Practical Reason i was now contemplating the lunar thighs of those newly boarded vestals
Brayden Lee
Gay
Julian Butler
dust - i'll be around.
Asher Foster
Between each lip Extinguished Desire
A stale smoke Lingers With words
Tongues tarry Squirm around Each breath
Then retreat For new forces To conquer
William Russell
Thanks for your response. I like your vets much too.
Nice
Justin Clark
Just got a poem of mine published bros. Real paper print and the like, too. Y'all got me through the low times - keep writing and keep dreaming. We all gonna make it.
Logan Murphy
>We all gonna make it. Not me bro. I'll just wither away like the third world.
Daniel Hughes
I'm trying to help a friend, I got him to start doing rewrites and this is the first one he did that really showed improvement from that fact
If
We like to play in hypotheticals, Daydreams that fondle our hearts, Giving us the impression that we may do something, Create some sort of change.
If only.
You told me that you’d do it. And you took back your word. Now look where that’s left me. Writing poetry early in the morning, Sacrificing the time that I could be spending, Trying to go to sleep.
If only.
I tried it a second time, To write it better, Maybe convince you that the time was worth it. Maybe then, We both wouldn’t have taken our lives.
If only.
I had the courage to speak, My mind to myself, Instead of hiding in my own insecurities, Using my apathy as an excuse, For how badly I treated you.
You damn fool.
Thinking that anything would change, If I went back and tried a second. I made the wrong choice once, So I’ll make it again, And again, As long as it means nothing will change.
Gavin Martinez
Newbie here. Where can you send your poems to be published? I'm shit now but maybe in the future I'll improve so who knows
Daniel Foster
I like the concept but the rhythm is kind of clunky
Carter Hall
Read the revised version
Nicholas Mitchell
An enjoyable read although I think the 4th stanza sounds a bit generic I like the revelation in "We both wouldn’t have taken our lives."
I don't usually write rhyming poetry but here goes:
The right win anthem:
I want pussy I want pussy so bad I wish I was a Chad A Chad like my dad A Chad swimming in pussy His natural habitat Oh, I want it I want it so bad But the blacks I hate And the poor people in my town Because the Jews did it all Somehow
Dylan Rivera
Submittable. It's where most poetry submission happens
Ian Cruz
Fear and Loathing Nirvana touches your very being not with an outstretched hand but with an all enveloping strangle taking you over into the sound such a perfect being such a transience that you might just make your passing
Jaxson Edwards
Eyes of Grey
Dull they shone, To now, to her, Time simply slowed, Upon her death. She cries.
Fleas to calm the utter sign, Now we go, Now we grow, To the plain part of the clouded sky, Charged with air, It churned all, Gone to scare.
It clumped in air, Grey and down, Blue, to the bass, Now her figure, sounds like a vase, Into the sway of the blue, grey skies Her eyes would make you cry.
To your smile, she frowned, The strings were plucked, And uttered a deathly shroud. Clamour, and clamour, She was surrounded by the crowd. Every night she rested, With pain, In the grey of her eyes.
Now she simply glanced from the bottom, Up to you, taking her Hair behind the shroud, She made you cry With a smile to smile. Her eyes rang out, The bridge of supple modesty, Her tugs of grey was a simple Oddity.
Gabriel Sanchez
Sounds like a slam poem. It is missing some sort of thematic thickness. The meat of the poem is just chopped off, I understand the desire for simplicity, but maybe tone it down.