Here are two poems I've got in the works. Would love some feedback and well thought-out criticisms!
This first one probably won't change much.
Title: I'm sorry, but I loathe the Falsehood of your Face
The man,
who would consider art a trivial thing
is nothing more than a Sophomore.
He fails to see that
he is only mocking himself,
and that:
We laugh at him.
We disarm him.
As he naïvely forgoes his strength,
we sap his potency.
His life is wasted -
and there are no tears for him.
For the true tragedy
occurred years ago,
when he ended his life.
Title: When you open that Door
Even in the city
a sweet fragrance drifts in.
So different,
I had forgotten -
locked in all winter
where have you been?
Oh, I beg
don't leave me this year!
But I know that you will.
The wheel always turns
and Death saves us all.
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