The Gods will forever dine
With indifference
Unforgivingly
On injured men
Where wet dirt is lifted
By crusty whispering trolls
With red elbows
That dig like the loins of dogs
The yellow flesh of those
In deep and hollow chasms
Of wives turning grey
When the clan gathers
To a somber symphony
Of filth and smiles
On soiled tables
Pulled apart and burned
On the tiny girls fathers
The Gods will forever dine
What is your opinion of this poem?imax theater
It doesn't make any sense, sorry.
What is your opinion of this poem?classical music opera theater
I have a hard time relating to this piece of writing in any way. It's all so nebulous. I'm not sure where I'm supposed to be in it. There's some dark imagery but it is so fractured and disconnected that I have a hard time following. Perhaps I'm not a careful reader, but I know what I like when I read it. This is not something I like or understand. Perhaps you could explain it.
While not at all a FAN of your work, This one "works" for me. I offer a modest change in one thought.
"That dig like the loins of dogs" I might change like and say "To" ? Just a thought.
Steven Wolf
just my two "sense"
Powerful.
It is very amusing.
I hope that if I ever start posting my poetry on Y!A again you will take the time to carefully craft fitting parodies. Your derisive demeanor is extremely entertaining for me.
'I do not think anyone should like or dislike it.
No one cares'
It doesn't make sense. if your guna write .. 'poetry'
make sure it sort of makes sense. you know..
like an opinion? yea.
there was no need to be an asss.
i asked people to be nice.
not the fcking opposite.
soo. in my opinion.. your poetry pretty much.. sucked.
too much symbolism. Clean it up a bit.
Hehe, I'm one to talk.
Maybe some more simple images paired with ones that you already have.
the loins of "dogs" lie is pretty interesting. But the yellow flesh and red elbows just seems over the top.
Though I am NOT a fan of your critiques, I'll say that this is fabulous work. Obviously your work outshines your blunt views of other's work.
Other than the Gods dine what were you trying to say here?
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