Poetry Critique Thread

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Anime is for fucking losers too
Pathetic

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this is the truth of my love
perhaps forever untold:

i am attracted to other feminine forms
in a purely transient manner
and i abstain from action
which i believe could hurt

after that? you, my love
my angel, my house mate
my lover, my partner

born somehow in this cosmos
to the side of me
and i to the side of you
i would wed thee. for now
i see a beauty in you
that grows beyond the sublime beauty i initially glimpsed

the only thing that causes me concern:
my fantasies
my jealousies

but my love burns true
to the thought of you
i would explore this world with you
i would grow old with you
i would laugh with you
i would play with you
i would plan with you
i would pray with you
i would create with you
raising children
consciousness
peace and laughter

my strangely addictive fantasies
i don't know what it is i seek
if it comes to a choice
you win a million times

sexual union
deepening connection
i want to live and love
and i want to invite you
to come with me

how intertwined these threads of existence are
yet i would not dare unpick this knot
my entireity,
i dream it remains forever entangled with yours

Oh what responsibility
to have another tied to me
i hope i can fly
so you can soar free

Oh dance
dance with me

The was a goat, young and stout.
Who turned his head, upon a shout.
'Allahu Ackbar!' yelled an ape, from a mountain.
Who grabbed goat nape, and gushed like fountain.
The goat's eye froze with fear, solid as glass.
Then Abu Hajaar, fucked the goat in the ass.
And so goat cried, 'Baaaah! Baaaaah!'
The man plowing hard, screaming, 'Allaaaaah!'
And just when goat, thought it most hurt.
Came rolling thunder, in dreaded 'BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTT'
The desert winds, carried no sound.
For pink mist and chunks, lay on the ground.
Where goat and Hajaar, were never found.
Bodycount.

How do I write short poetry?
Are there rules?

read lots and lots of haiku
understand why you want to write short poetry
understand many people will be unimpressed even if you write the next 'world of dew' or 'lighght'

I wasn't planning on sharing it with others. But I'm curious as to why others would be unimpressed

because short works are rarely held in the same esteem as longer (read: usually bloated) works
and stuff like Saroyan is labeled 'pretentious garbage' by people who refuse to acknowledge anything shorter than a sonnet is a poem capable of greatness.

I hardly hear them now.
Just auditory clues,
cues to signal– keys to
slot in neuropaths and
drafts to notes to sheets to
this music. Peace in the
pieces– where I sit but
don't listen. These songs that
tend to sidle step in,
change some stone to flesh and
numb law to love. I want
rest but instead this sly
test sets in for the night.
I hardly hear them now.