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My poems- constructive criticism needed! =)


Hannahleh

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A few of my poems, maybe I'll post more later but these are all I could find at the moment. The last one's pretty old, and pretty bad, but eh. And I know they don't follow any particular style or anything...

 

 

Antonym for Perfect.

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Told myself I wouldn't do it again

But that was before I was lying in bed, heart beating

 

Empty stomach yearning

Guilty conscience burning

 

I said I'd only have some applesauce—

…Okay, and a bit of toast (with extra butter)

Some almonds, Hershey's syrup straight from a glass

Half a tub of Ben and Jerry's

Peanut butter with my fingers

Skim milk out of the carton

Pizza, soup, and cheddar cheese

 

Until I can't taste anything

Just the bitter, salty taste of failure, and desperate tears running into my crying lips-

When did I start crying?

 

And this is the part

Where I drag my swollen body to the toilet

Shove peanut-butter caked fingers down my throat

And let my self-revulsion do the rest of the work

 

If getting every last bit out of my body would make me pure

I'd be a ****ing angel tonight.

 

But that's no angel I see in the mirror

With her red chin and redder eyes

And matching tear tracks down her face

That's just another broken girl, telling herself

That she won't do it again tomorrow.

 

 

 

Summertime Boy

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I miss the boy with the smiling eyes;

The butterscotch skin and his bittersweet lies.

The soft sunshine kisses and feather light touch...

 

I miss that sweet summer romance.

 

But the summertime roses soon faded and died;

Into Autumn's cool whisper and Winter's cruel pride,

Spring's saccharine sunshine, and yet I'm still missing...

 

Still missing my summertime boy.

 

 

 

Taste of Yesterday

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Sitting on the peeling bench

My feet aren't dangling down the way they used to.

Have I grown taller, or has the bench sagged lower?

 

Because I swear it was only yesterday

Addie and I were skating here, at our rink.

And it couldn't have been a month ago,

He kissed me here, my first kiss, at our rink.

 

But it wasn't only yesterday, there's

Ugly words

Graffiti

It wasn't there before.

Not on our bench, in our hut, not the one we'd whitewash

Every year, coz no one else cared enough.

 

But we didn't do it this year, did we?

Addie has better things to do now, I suppose.

And I'm thinking, now, that maybe I've

Been too wrapped up in life to really live it.

 

But it's too late now, I'm leaving this broken little town tonight,

This town I've lived in forever.

And all I've got are these memories

And my shoes against the melting ice

My last time sitting, here alone

On our bench.

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Thanks.

And here's a kinda silly one I dug up, lol... I think I was bored in Algebra...

 

The Llama Poem

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There's a llama out my window

And he's watching me right now.

He's scary and he's hairy, and there's anger in his brow.

 

Oh mama! What a llama!

You might think I'm making drama,

But if you had a rabid llama

Watching you (In your pajamas)

Then you'd be upset, too.

 

[Edited to remove comma.

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you're HOW old? you asked for constructive criticism and i was in a mood to give some but as i interpreted them, your poems were awe-inspiringly flawless from end to end and your work reminded me of some of the world's greatest lady poets of the past.

 

Hannahleh, here's some constructive criticism for you: have you thought about poetry as a career???

 

edit: found use for 'extra' comma

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