#critic poems on Hello Poetry

Cynthia Jean Feb 2018

Certainly
We must have it for our fellowman
But we also
sorely
need compassion
for our greatest critic
.....
ourselves.

Cynthia Jean
copyright
February 2018

#compassion #critic #ourselves

Fynn Sep 2017

Fate

There are many things in life
that we want to keep intact
Many people we love and lived with
many people we want to protect
but some people are just doomed to fall
playing a game that they cant win
some people just closed the door
and locked themselves within

There are many things in death
that people want to see
the paradise or endless rest
wishes that go deep
some people are just tired
of living through and through
and others want to live eternal
but those are just a few

Humanity has had its part
we ruled this world for long
we did no good to mother earth
and all our gods are gone
They have rightfully abandoned us
And left us with this earth
that we destroyed and tore apart
from the moment of our birth

Now we all have a price to pay
and we cant retort a word
because we are a generation born
to witness the end of the world

Thanks for reading my poem. I hope you liked it!
I know that humanity has reached its final state. We will see if we are the generation that has to pay for all of this. We will see

#fate #end #critic #life #death #humanity #society #world #price #earth

Fynn Sep 2017

The fire within

This fire does not need blistering branches
just fearsome demons with flaming glances
It cant burn wood or heat your stove
cant throw a spark into the grove
It will not burn you or light your path
This fire is fueled by all of your wrath

And this fire in your heart burns
always

You try to fight it, and break the chain
But nothing will help, or ease the pain
This knife thats in your back, keeps twisting

And this fire in your heart burns
always

You cant stop the flames blazing on your heart
until you go deep to extinguish the spark
Deep burrowed in your restless thoughts
lies the answer to the question
you never deliberatly asked

And this fire in your heart burns
always

The fire grows and drives you insane
it would be so easy to end all this pain
Just a little cut, a friendly red line
down to you wrists and all would be fine
but you resist this cant be the way
and then you fall on your knees starting to pray

And this fire in your heart burns
always

Your wrath is gone, The fire still hurts
It cant be extinguished by all those words
you spoke to the god your believing in
and all you want is to rip offyour skin
You dont see the solution to the end of this horror
you fall in depression and punch right in the mirror
You decide to end it to escape this life
you walk in your kitchen and take a knife
set it, push it, right in the flames
and the last thing you see is your life in frames

You disappointed your god
made your beloved ones cry
now you started their fire
with your last goodbye

Because this fire burns
always

Just to pull myself out of heavy critics: I do not support suicide and I never will. I have a friend suffering from depression and I wrote this after we had a long talk. if you are suffering from depression the best thing you can do is to get friends around you and people you trust. There is always someone who cares. Believe me. Never give up.

#suicide #fire #anger #sad #depression #rhyme #death #message #critic

adeline Jun 2017

Frustration of a writer

Looking at the dark sky
He looked at his paper and started to cry
Wounded by the harsh criticisims
Yet you aren't the God to judge him

He only have passion
But it turns to depression
Leading to stop writing
As people continue judging

Works are meant to get the critic
Not the person who writes the lyric
He is a writer by blood
And a person in the middle of the crowd

#writer #critic #self #anxiety #society #judgemental #passion #writing

M Bigicekeys Jun 2017

Inner Critic

A reading of this poem is here: https://youtu.be/pAIgogKxcNA?list=PLBxuQsDqWVXmIytZbwojqP6VwFcC5xeZ

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He died that night.  His chin a mesh of wet, broken asphalt, blood and glistening white flesh.

What did you want?
A quirky dialogue, a dose of fiction and science,

a ******* poem

Jesus!  I said it glistened, didn’t I?

Damply reflecting his solitary and meaningless life that he had built up to be something more
something wonderfully significant

This must be a pathetic assault on the indignity of the world
It’s lack of acceptance for
My total loneliness

among the pattering drops and the dosed lights
hazing and incomprehensible
forted, feigning, but there

A physical barrier that pretends to be.
That’s kind of like the guy.  How convenient!  Are you following?

The lights were the last thing he probably saw.

but there in the peaceful death did he gasp one last word?

A cliche.  Is that better?
An improvement upon self-referring, concept refraining, phrase

like a sustaining note struck by a hammer
struck by a white key
struck by bone and flesh
a resonation resigning to a precious exit, honoring the one thing he valued?
Are we getting somewhere now?  Did the alliterative foiled words help to unwrap the meaning of this poor ***** last breath?

No.
But I recall a gurgle followed by a splurch of blood and his eyes so fiercely clenched
cowardly denying the wet
moment as
he died that night

And I meant to leave the ****** apostrophe out
This is art

@Macbigicekeys

#critic #doubt #death #poetry #reflection #rain #gurgle #die #art #breath

Jawad Apr 2017

APPLICATION

Asylum
Inspectors issuing warrants that are random

Perjury
Attempts of hailing proses censors don’t approve

Persecution
Despite torture, not asking for absolution

Fugitive
Escaping chains and saws that critics use on me

Refugee
I’m hoping for permanent status on HePo

There are some people who think they own poetry and don't allow others to try it out. I'm heartbroken, so I will.

#application #poetry #freedom #critic #judgemental

Mikayla Smith Jan 2017

Cynic

Life seems pretty
Plain with
Their faces so dull,
Arms so
Weak, the
Weight
Of the world
So heavy.

Suppose that it
Does get
Brighter beyond these
Black horizons and
Opaque words of
The mad.

Where will we be
Once the
Weight of
The world crumbles
Beneath
Mounds of
Saline tears and
Ashen hearts?

Title explains it all, my friends.

#poem #depression #world #anxiety #hope #problem #critic #cynical

John B Jun 2016

Authority

If you have authority in a field

You must acquire expertise

For if you scrutinize a master

From your *** he'll take a piece

#judge #critic #authority #boss #cop #admin