Critique Poems - Poems about Critique

Consider my grave your resting place too, An empathetic soul who rests here. Worry not poet, it haunts no more, Covered with maggots, I've rotted here for a while. These sockets are now emptied, I see nothing to judge. With my brains swallowed, I am no critique. Only bones adorning dirt and bugs. Justitia, you can call me. Lend me your ears and I'll...

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Each critique, a dart that sharply lands, Piercing through the depths, unveiling the strands. Presentation skills rightly come to play, Dissecting flaws without dismay. Gentle whispers soothe the gloom, Like honey poured in the labyrinth's bloom. Empower the frail, an onus to shoulder, Utilize the might in ways one can only ponder....

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The wind blows in any desired style Any day every once in a while, Man's comments to it are just a riffraff pile. The sun will give you some chilli sensation, With no fear for it needs to take no consultation From mankind whose whimperings cause no affliction. Yet you still worry about what they'll say When you know, they only speak...

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Under the moonlight You create critique grotesque Borderline sighting....

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commentator wrote a critique that was six times longer than the poem itself He demanded the poet explain her intentions the critique sounded irritated and annoyed Frustrated and insane She laughed when she read it She had spent six seconds penning her six lines he had spent possibly an hour rewriting his critique She stared at the poem Not remembering it When had she...

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Two chicks were sent to scope out what the rabbit had done. He was losing it a bit, having weird ideas about what is fun. The chicks found eggs hidden in the grass, which was good. But the rabbit had also hid them under a pile of wood. Those eggs were all smashed up oozing out candy of course. He...

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Judge me not, just wear my biting shoes And then see, wear no blinkers of views Of which little I care, Nor care such shoes to wear, And there’s no room I think To paint peacock’s eggs pink, Or else wait and hope I lose my muse. ______________________________________ Limerick | 06.09.2022 | Humour Poet’s note: Every writer, prose or poetry, every performer, painter or...

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*Image of Freed Fountain Pen by Pixabay. Coffee Crumb Cake Critique Coffee, dawn's waker-upper, cause to rhyme, The second cup broadens your eyes, sublime, Noontime, pot perking as penning moves on, Performing phrases ... possessed noumenon, Evetime trance poured milk and Kahlua, Like Jericho's walls, pen falls ... Joshua. 2022 June 04...

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I'm here to share with you my thoughts, untie some knots; I try to learn how gold to earn. I'm thrilled by this advanced technique, evade critique when it's on me; I'm proud, you see. I know I have to write this form, It has its charm, made me reflect; please don't reject....

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When finishing a project That’s all yours and thus unique, The last thing that you want to hear’s A negative critique. Yet when you’re going public Anyone can have his say Despite the fact the way he feels May spoil your lovely day. In giving an opinion Sometimes holding something back Is better than the words which seem Too much like an attack. For honesty, at times,...

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...I have a next door neighbor who is not the same color as me, but I never much thought of that, he easy-going, friendly. We both got along well-enough, until his sister did move in, and brought along a yapping dog who’s barking was as loud as sin. I put up with this for some weeks, then I went over there and asked if they...

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I bought myself an ice scream stand, that kind that every small town has, and summer was coming quickly, so I needed workers, and fast. But I did my due diligence, I checked into people’s backgrounds, found one man was an illegal, so I had to turn the man down. I can’t afford the fines I’d pay, and there are people living here living up...

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Are you our sort of writer? Do you write Stories or poems Memoirs or nonfiction Or some other form? Blank pages wait for something new, do you Put something on it before you walk away? Stop waiting. Open your notebook, Empty, empty, do you need a pen Click it and write A passage or metaphor And with it Will you marry your thoughts It is your destiny. To rest your...

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I am not good at critiques. I am better at praise. I like almost every poem. I want to elevate and raise. Reading poems is a hobby that makes me feel good. I know I should critique. As if that I could! I have barely been writing poetry myself, for just a couple of weeks. I know when I got...

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