Poetry Forum

A conscious effort by the constrained creates nothing. Devoid of inspiration, enraged egotists find fault in selfless pursuit of glory. Hampered by the infancy of others, jettisoned memories of ketamine disassociation allow lies to fester. Myopic interludes of nihilistic pleasure only serve to profu...

Magnifying glass in hand,
the child basks in the black heat
of his driveways asphalt, enamored
by the instinctual sophistication of the
ant colony at his feet.

Well north of the bustling city
before the crackle of nights winter fires
hard hats, black backs and frozen fingers
shiver smoothly in time with their iron picks
sharp strikes upon the icy earth,
shattering the frozen northern stillness.

I liked this poem, to me it was about someone waiting for their "shadows" (problems) to pass, by simply refusing to think about them. That may not be what you intended when writing this one, but I like it. Thanks for the read.

Really great poem here. Great imagery, combined with nice rhythm and a solid idea for a poem; I liked it the whole way through.

Energy and passion, excitement breeds attraction; a brilliant work, a masterpiece explored in true love fashion. Traversing plots with disregard for clear-cut truths, it must be hard to take. Our cartoon minds can’t comprehend the words she spins, the twist; the end. So calmly, I walk out the door a...

Everyone’s an artist, snug inside their sheets. Awakened by our sleeping minds, subconscious finds its feet. Dancing like a plastic bag caught in a gust of wind, expanding like a child’s balloon unfolding from within. Fragmented dreams when you were young still linger to this day. Inside the mind gr...

Thanks for taking the time to read my poem, and give me some constructive criticism. This poem was meant to be a veiled reference (probably too veiled) to someone whose "relation-ships" are destroyed by a sea of alcohol. I don't aim my poetry at an audience, I just write for my own enjoyme...

Harbouring
relationships
upon the ocean
floor.

Beneath the frothing,
rolling waves
that pound my broken
core.

Polluted waters
sifting pain,
tear the hulls
apart.

Coursing wildly
through my veins,
leaves just a broken
heart.

I loved the imagery of the first stanza, but also got a little lost in the second stanza. After reading KevJ's comment I realized it had something to do with someone with OCD, but perhaps because I have never met anyone with OCD it never really struck a chord. That being said, I did very much enjoy ...

A simple, straight-forward poem. From my interpretation of it, this poem's directed at religious institutions, and has a message I can really appreciate. Thanks for the read .