Poetry’s about emotion, if giant robots get your gears going you should never feel the need to apologise for writing about them.
As for this one, well talk about tonal shift.
You capture reflective, tired despair perfectly. Lines like “But by letting the world's facade to fall. I let the beauty in my heart die.” are just genius. The structure of this piece, and how each stanza delves to a new low of hopelessness and exhaustion is a nice touch too.
I really liked the metaphor of this one, you took the thread’s word and moulded it perfectly, embedding the piece with all sorts of /k/ shit I’d likely understand more if 1996 had never happened. It becomes a joke poem of sorts, like a sort of ‘give me a break’ affair, an aspect I loved. Ultimately it was a sweet piece, with your own personal, and peculiar choice of language!
Fucking kek, tremendous spin on the thread word lad, had me taken hook line and sinker. Those last 3 lines are absolute corkers to be sure. Good shit mate
This was a fascinating piece, though I can’t quite say I grasped the meaning in its entirety. Was it meant to be about a child addressing their parent? Because I was thinking of something different however the last line threw me to an extent. Regardless of that, I liked this. It’s written with a sort of child-like explorative wonder. Nice work lad
Oh now this is a clever application of the thread’s word!
I loved this, your metaphor and allusion to bullets was very well done, and gave the poem it’s own unique flavour. The language choice benefit’s the poem’s low, remorseful tone brilliantly, and are laced with both adequate anger and self-deprecation. The last 3 lines of the final stanza are absolute corkers as well.
That'll have to do it for me now, I know it's not much but I wasn't quite able to spend all of this arvo on it, I'm really sorry.
For now, however, I need away to catch some bloody kip, goodnight lads.
