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Last poet standing! [07 Apr 2011|07:44pm]

charisma
[ mood | hopeful ]

I'm joining a poetry community that looks like it's going to be a lot of fun. Every week there will be a prompt to write a different type of poem. The winner even gets a prize!

They need some more folks to join before they can get started though. Please consider joining.

Do You Like To Write?


Like to write? Love writing poetry? Great! There is a new challenge, called lastpoetstandng, where you write a a poem every week based on a different style of poetry prompt! Then they get voted on and the person with the least votes is out that week and the person with the most is safe the next week till you have one author standing who wins! What do you win? A snazzy graphic and a $10 GC to Amazon or Barnes & Noble. You don't even need to be a GREAT writer!

..who will come out on top?
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d.e.m [15 Aug 2010|03:03pm]

larnerj
[ mood | blank ]

D.isreguarded E.motional M.ess
 
 
I don't know what the truth sounds like
storytellers like you tend to leave that part out
I know the real you
the liar
the user
the one who spoke the 3 most honest words
anyone could speak;
with such a lying tone in your voice
from years of lies
my ears are still overflowing
your masterplan was already planned out
the first night we met
you let me fall in love with you
sucked my life out of me with your kiss
your addictions made me weak
you were secretly smiling
while tears rolled down my cheeks
(another "give-in" on my part)
you left me alone in poka-dot sheets
to start a new chapter
while you left our story unfinished
broken avenues leave the courts silent these days
our past fits perfectly in a box marked "breakable"
elmers glue can't fix things this time...
those pictures didn't lie my friend...
only you did...
 
 
j.larner
7.7.2010

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The Children of Llyr [20 Feb 2010|12:00pm]

godwinsdottir

The Swans, they sang this morning—
Their voices loud as bells.

Their feathers catching sunlight
As each of them fell
Down.
And in their frantic rushes
Of white and silver rain,
I could have sworn by gods above
That I heard her name;
And later by the waterside
In the silence of the lake,
I thought I heard her quiet voice
Singing of that
Ache.

Continue...
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[04 Nov 2009|11:25pm]

necromanticmoon
Fuck Formalities
Your whiskey breath denies my own,
The smoke tears at my eyes.
Back and forth it makes me sick,
Here there are no lies.

The friction of our skin connecting,
Creates an awful heat.
Up and down and side to side,
Our eyes refuse to meet.

Drowning in this sticky -sweet,
Reaching for the air.
You hold me down you push me down,
You grip me by the hair.

Climax reached-quickly passed,
You slide off of my flesh.
Your sideways glance says it all-
My God she is a mess.

Your heavy breathing fills the room,
So loud I cannot think.
The smells of our bodies become one,
It creates an awful stink.

Half in half out of brown stained sheets,
We share a cigarette.
This final scene seems fitting,
To the sordid way we met.
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Just Cause... [27 Oct 2009|03:25pm]

necromanticmoon
I loved once,
But then it went away.
I loved twice,
And still it did not stay!

I loved thrice!
A mere minute of the year.
I loved once more still,
And failed to stay my dear.
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If only... [02 Jan 2009|03:14pm]

westfield28
[ mood | thoughtful ]

Edit: Of all things I forgot to introduce myself! Whoops! I'm Micah and I love poetry and literature and among other things I'm studying Literature for A levels at college. I write poetry in my spare time and this year I've started a poetry journal, I'm collecting my favorite poems I find over the year (so natrually none of my own) and am copying them down into a beautiful journal. It's my project for the year and potentially a nice gift for someone next Christmas. Anyway, here's my first poem I'll post which I wrote after a nasty break up a few months ago:


Can a tear drink in silence?

Or does a torrent silence the tears?

 

Is a broken heart forever shattered?

Or does chasing freedom break an old man’s back?

 

How can eyes weep with such sorrow?

Or does a small girl’s cry ease her pain?

 

Can a single soul see another one suffer?

Or does a dying planet feel remorse for its killers?

 

Is a hand cold at the touch?

Or does a skeletal hand force you to submit?

 

Does silence pierce the heart like a knife?

Or does the flesh scream an inaudible lament?

 

Can you tell me if you love me?

An aching heart is life’s greatest sting.

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[28 Apr 2008|03:40pm]

roetry

We Can Make It Right

 

As I watch and listen to the television

I see our own government full of corruption

They keep on telling us that it is for the best

Though they use our money for their own interest

 

It’s so hard to understand the world around me

We know what’s right and yet we find it hard to see

We let our superiors treat us as their own pawns

That’s why they think that we are something they can own

 

What has happened to the Philippines the world knew?

What has happened to those whose hearts so pure and true?

What has happened to the virtues like honesty,

What happened to the president we believed in?

 

Bad things became worse, and the rich became richer

What will happen to those who live a life lower?

What will happen to us who live a simple life?

Why can’t we benefit from the money we’ve strived?

 

I wonder what will happen in the near future

Will there be someone, a leader that would nurture?

If I will have a child, will he have a good home?

In this unfair world where many feel so alone

 

Choose the lesser evil, that’s what they always say

But is choosing the lesser evil the right way?

If there is still something you could choose that is good

And that would benefit the whole neighborhood

 

Once again, let us stand for what we know is right

We should not fear because God is on our side

Let us not make the same mistake we made before

We learned from it and now we’ll open the right door

 

Together we’ll support the right man, Among Ed

He is a servant of God, the man God has sent

Last time, the good people were the ones left behind

Now we have the will and power to make it right

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Our Story [28 Apr 2008|03:31pm]

roetry
[ mood | loved ]

Our Story

 

I had always prayed night and day

For a stranger to come my way

Have made stories about love lives

Chapters that weren’t really mine

 

Then one day I chose to stop

Couldn’t take another sharp shot

From cupid’s misleading arrows

And all the ups and downs of hope

 

Just when I tried to say goodbye

To the stranger I want in life

All of a sudden, you found me

My life changed unexpectedly

 

I am yours and you are still mine

Together for wrong and for right

This lone deer found himself a doe

I got what I prayed for the most

 

As I write another story

This time about you and me

A love got delayed but came true

I start it with an “I love you!”

 

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A Needed Ending (LEAVE COMMENTS PLEASE) [28 Apr 2008|11:34am]

roetry
[ mood | optimistic ]

A Needed Ending


I’ve been climbing this high mountain

The risen end’s just steps away

But something makes me want to stop

Should I give up what I have got?

 

I’m happy with what I now have

I’m pleased with the mountain’s first half

Why must I reach the higher side

And leave everything here behind?

 

Better chances, they wait for me

So I’ll go though unwillingly

I just need a little more time

To bid my friends my last goodbye

 

This scrapbook of mine I call “Life”

Used to have only black and white

But colors came and made rainbows

Gave happiness I’ve never known

 

At the times when the pages turned gray

They’d come and chase the gloom away

I wish they will be at the peak

So that I’ll be helped when I’m weak

 

Pictures I’ve taken from my mind

I do hope will last a lifetime

In that way, some pages can’t be

Somehow a little unhappy

 

It seems I’ve reached the last page

So another book, I must make

Another mountain lies ahead

Must continue the life I’ve led

 

Reaching the peak is not as good

As starting on the mountain’s foot

But for a better beginning

I need this bittersweet ending

 

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A call to arms, to those whose pen is mightier than the sword. [22 Jan 2008|02:34am]

neosquirrel
Hello all.
So I found out about this tonight, about a recently graduated highly school student who literally (in every sense of the word) had her writing plagiarized in the past month and then resubmitted in not one, not two, but three poetry contests, and won them all in one form or another, garnering over $5200 in prizes. Seeing as how the very name of this group embodies this very plight, I thought it fitting to post it here-- who better to comment on this situation?


This is from a writer of Pudding House, the publisher of the young author's work, plagiarized in a contest from Random House:Collapse )
For once, one of these plights you read about is actually true.

Thanks, and put the pressure on Random House!
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The Office. [16 Aug 2007|03:18pm]

willowwanders
[ mood | angry ]

Black hole,

No escape

From this suffocating torture tantrum

A cacophony of people, paperclips, purposeless

I am, floating like misery,

Wasting my existence,

In this purposeless paperclip palace of purgatory.

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[30 Jul 2007|05:25pm]

dark_allusion
Well, I've just joined the community XD I hope you all will like my poem. Morning Bird

Title: Morning Bird
Rating: G
Category: Non-Fiction
Author: dark_allusion
Summary:
                   For me he Gave
                           A new Meaning
                                   To what Friendship really Was



Read on:

Morning Bird
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Fades to Grey [30 Jul 2007|09:02pm]

tinyphilosopher
Melancholy tangerine days
slowly sink into charismatic nights.
Masking the breath of another love
with cheap cans of malt liquor.
Staring into the trash can of a heart
and reaching in
only to find pictures of a past time.
You set the box of ancient photographs
on the back porch
and watch them fly.
Fly into the sunset.
Swimming like a thousand leaves.
A thousand lonely suicides
being given up to god's grace.
The centerfuge spins faster and faster.
Seperating the unwanted from the pure.
Ostracizing the rest onto a private island
of lonliness and turmoil.
Emotions spill over
A cup on a kitchen counter
Orange juice and angst.
And then it all stops.
The wheels and cogs cease to spin.
And all that is left
just fades to grey.
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Hello:) [09 Jul 2007|08:23pm]

brina_mezzaluna

Hello everyone! My name is Brina, and I hail from the country of Singapore. I'm sixteen this year, and I like reading and writing. 

How did you find this com?: I typed "poems" under LJ interests, and this was the first com I saw!
How long have you been writing?: I write fanfictions and short stories. However, I'm now trying my hand at poem writing.

My first poem!

Please read and comment! I will be entering a contest with the above entry, so I would like to have all the critique I can get so that I can improve :)

Thank you!

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I'm new... [01 Jun 2007|04:31pm]

writerose
[ mood | content ]

Hi, I'm Emma. So I'm new to this community (and livejournal) but I love to write poetry and I love to get feedback from others (negative or positive so I can improve).
So I'd like to post a poem I wrote and hopefully get some feedback?
 

Change

I’m so sorry

I didn’t come sooner

There’s no excuse

You were sick I know

And I knew

But I didn’t visit

Didn’t call

Now no special remedies

Or cures

Can help make it better

It’s too late to save

And I find I’m left

Slowly turning around

Wondering how it got

So bad

So fast

Seeing the hollow shell

My childhood almost

Faded

It makes me wonder

How no one else can see

Are they covering their eyes

Or just

Blind?

Like me.

And now I stare

Expecting to see something

And everything has changed

The windows of your heart

Boarded up with splintered wood

Your soul battered

Moaning for help as you watch

People cover their ears

And you wait

Wait until everyone has left you

They wouldn’t even recognize you

Surrounded by all new people

You lie and pretend

That part of you never

Even

Existed

But I know

You can’t lie to me

You just stare at me

Your eyes glassy

As if to say

Where have you been?

Now look at me.

And I turn around slowly

Hoping for someone to save me

Waiting for someone else to

Open their eyes

Uncover their ears

And realize

So I sit

Pull at the grass and

Wait

On a hill as I watch

Finally alert to all

The change

I shudder and mumble

I hate change

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Keeping Faith [09 May 2007|10:03pm]

csi_sam
Hey, I'm new here and you can say what you want about my stuff so... have at it!

KEEPING FAITH
Calling to the heavens,
Calling out your name,
Wishing you were here with me
As it starts to rain.
Your memory is fading now,
Soon you will be gone.
I want you to come back to me,
I hope you won't be long.
The rain is getting colder still
As I stand and wait.
I will not give up on you
Fore I am keeping faith.
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new to this.. [03 May 2007|05:24pm]

simplicitywaits
well i'm pretty new to this whole thing, i only became a member of lj today, so feel free to add me and come talk?
i'm still figuring this whole thing out :)


so anyway, i figured i'd leave one of mine anyway
i origionally write them as songs, just so you know.



(currently) Untitled.

Im sick of this character im playing
Im through with who im supposed to be
Ive hidden behind this mask too long
Im trying to figure out, who is really me.

I've broken into a thousand tears befor
And i've called out in the thunder of the night
Screaming at the stars above me
Just trying to find my tunnels light

Looking to the shadowed distance
The silky blades of grass at my feet
And im wondering how I got here
Why did I give in to my defeat

Ive discovered so many untold secrets
Just by the quiteness of my mind
Listening to the songs around me
The lyrics to the verses that I cant find

The changes seem to move so fast
And its unpredictability is like a mask
of its effection hidden beneath the skin
Trying to break free, from all its fucking sin.



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Critique/comments please :) (x-posted) [19 Apr 2007|10:22am]

stormyviolet
Haven't posted here in a while, haven't written in a while... getting back in the game :) Please feel free to check out my journal for more! (poetry only)

Things I believe in
© Juliette Nash 2007
3/20/07

I’m wishing on a star I named for you
Placing my dreams in your empathy
Surround me like the night sky
Be that light in the darkness
And guide me through
Just love me
Say you’ll love me

I won’t ask you
So read my mind
Tease apart stuck pages
Ignore when I try to hide
And read me til you know me
Just get me
Say you get me

I’m wishing on a star I named for you
My nights without you are moonless
Nothing but fireflies to remind me
I catch your scent as they fly by
See your eyes in their glow
And I miss you
And I get you
And I,

I…

I’m wishing on a star…

A two day old kiss still warm on my lips
That prevents my breath from frosting over
As I whisper your name to the night

I…

Of all I believe in, I might never have believed

I…

Our choices…

I…
I will.
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I Became [30 Mar 2007|02:29am]

inliquidwonder
Hello, group.  I haven't posted here yet, so I thought I'd give it a try.  If you like my work, feel free to check me out: this account is only for poetry. :)

I Became

You may not believe
My words, but I
Have become the master of
A universe.

It happened quickly -
You'd think such power
Would require ages, and
Piles of sages and tomes,

But no, it is only revolution:
Recomposition of thoughts,
Of sight, of light that
Begins when you live wrong.

Enough rhetoric! My
Friend, who reads, who
Seeks to peak into this,
Into my throne.

It began with a void.
It rose with failure.
It bred on lost love.
It ached from abuse.

Composed, this creature
Strove to be in love
To win, to learn, but
Came up evershort.

That is, until all that
Everwas and everwill
Spoke
ENOUGH.

Breathless, I turned on
The light of my dark -
The switch of death and
Deaths gone, and saw.

I rectified the unknown
Of mine and yours
In that gift of insight,
Caught my soul, and held it.

No, I clenched it! Sucked
Up the heaven like a syphon
To find it never ran dry, that
My insatiable truth poured

I found words paltry.
I found romance fake.
I found my Creator
And We agreed.

Removed from this and here,
I meditate to live. When
I leave it all, it is just
Returning home.
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Please be gentle with this one, it's rather weak. [16 Feb 2007|07:10pm]

apocalypse2012
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