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the great war

as my eyes remember the hurt,vengeance I cry for the enemies life,fallen but i will rise again,this will be my final hour,hate will be my glorious power,the butchers meat was truly poisned,I am weak by the flames of evil,guiding me towards my end, I lay in my mind on these ruin lands,disconnected from the heart that died,I will rise again and i will face the end,I will breathe this poisonouis air,I am fully aware of my wounds,I will tear them deeper,I will greatly suffere throughout,I am not winning,I wait for the night,to ignite the soul fire,I will be reborn through death.

— billy, Jul 05, 2007

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JT1

18 years 11 months ago

Meet more poeple ass'h--

"the butcher's meat was poison?" I have a friend, Ghanna, 80+ y.o.a., she is from Russia, and I was naive once to ask her, "I read a book, during the stand-off of WW2, the Germans held off Staingrad...I read, 'we were so hungry we had to eat our cats and when they were gone, we sucked on glue to survive..." Ghanna lauhged at me and said, "No, I don't know about cats, but we did eat our dogs to survive and the clue was a little sweet too." As a poet, "do you really know what it is to be 'weak from the flames' or are you just writing words to make yourself feel like a poet?'" Can you tanslate this: 'Slat-Key Parum!" I am going to do this now...Wiat, think, wait, think...Answer: have a good bath for tomorrow you die"...LMAO...Your poem here, well, it has nice WoRdS...time to die...lol...you would through your pen away and piss your pants in-front of your "woman" if you we ever really had to deal with death, they survived, you only write, poems? I am going to forward this to Ghanna, wait for her reply...American...
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billy

18 years 11 months ago

go fuck ur self u cocksucker

like i give a fuck u piece of shit,ur opinion dont matter go eat a dog dick u starving spic how do u like that for a poem u fucking animal rapist
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JT1

18 years 11 months ago

You are not

a human being, but apart of the "poor poet masses"
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billy

18 years 11 months ago

sucker

looks like my poem the great war is kicking all of ur poems ass bitch
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Conect11

18 years 11 months ago

damn, gentlemen!

I was gonna say "Welcome to neopoet!" and all that good sh*t, but it seems like both y'all have already found your way around, lol! So what's up with the hostility from both of you guys? It seems like I'm reviewing fights more than poems lately. Not cool. Seriously guys, chill. It's a website, a poetry website, and I gotta tell ya, it looks pretty sad when poets are trying to act hard. It's kinda like that scene in "Mallrats" where the two comic book geeks get into a fight, everyone around just sorta laughing at em and sh*t. So let's play nice before no newbies wanna check us out and the place starts sucking. Now the poem: Billy, you got what's called a stream of conciousness here, I used to write like this a few years back. The beats (Kerouac, Ginsberg, Burroughs) are good writers to check out for that style. I'd say you need to work on punctuation a bit, you got a few too many commas going, and maybe break this up into verse form for clarity. Spelling, too. A good start, got the whole phoenix / born again / rising from the ashes thing going on. Keep writing, look forward to more of your stuff. Mark
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JT1

18 years 11 months ago

Nigga,

plez!

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