I see a lot of classicaly applauded poetry and I see a lot written by internet hacks and I honestly can't tell the difference. For fun - I'll post two poems here - were they written by poets or hacks?
I swallowed my words twenty weeks ago,
A web so well-woven,
I circled the edges,
amazed at how you survived.
I laughed and I cried,
and you'll never know.
Today I smile when I see your picture -
and I feel all the love of a friend.
Tomorrow, forgotten, another arisen,
The end of the cycle,
The start of the circle,
I'm swallowing words once again.
2006-12-11
10:28:01
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Once I could see time coming:
A speck, a distant puff where the far tracks merged,
A mirage on the shimmering plain,
Time was heading our way
But hadn't reached us yet.
Here on the platform the fresh machines
Stood by the stationmaster they would soon replace.
He held his fob watch, in the past, flicked open
To reveal the clockface virgin and unactivated,
Time like Venus in her shell.
I see his face all made of meat
And satisfied, turning to the east,slowly turning.
And you, too young to move, your skin would now seem a baby's
You held my hand.
You could have held it harder.
Then time was upon us. Everything unfroze,
Swapped places, jittered as the beast pulled in
Past the white signal box that already housed only tomatoes.
Did time stop then?
Certainly, it slowed down, braked a shrieking steel bray. Up in the cab
The driver's eyes were wired,
His mouth a grim horizon I could see
2006-12-11
10:29:35 ·
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