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Enemies of Poetry
Your empty messages lie like strangled weeds
You are nothing less than dust
not even worthy of mention
You have no voice
you do not deserve
a single pixel on the screen
of truth and reason
Your egos blind you
to your own disease
you seek to feed
where others strive
but you will only
consume yourselves
when all your words
are worthless frailest
vanities
You leave sadness
in the wake
of all our shame
testament to life's failures
grovelling in your
own self pity
crippled
by your own self affliction
Experiment
on yourselves
within the darkness
of your own torment
that is your right
you will find much more
to shock you there
though I doubt
you have courage enough
to try
Squander your talent
on the other side of the line
between delusion and genius
for even you know it exists
Abuse your gifts
contribute zero and
you will become it
Worse than hatred
you are waste-red
the saddest enemies
of poetry
You are nothing less than dust
not even worthy of mention
You have no voice
you do not deserve
a single pixel on the screen
of truth and reason
Your egos blind you
to your own disease
you seek to feed
where others strive
but you will only
consume yourselves
when all your words
are worthless frailest
vanities
You leave sadness
in the wake
of all our shame
testament to life's failures
grovelling in your
own self pity
crippled
by your own self affliction
Experiment
on yourselves
within the darkness
of your own torment
that is your right
you will find much more
to shock you there
though I doubt
you have courage enough
to try
Squander your talent
on the other side of the line
between delusion and genius
for even you know it exists
Abuse your gifts
contribute zero and
you will become it
Worse than hatred
you are waste-red
the saddest enemies
of poetry
Published 30th Dec 2009
| Edited 18th Jul 2012
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30th Dec 2009 12:49pm
30th Dec 2009 2:13pm
Anonymous
30th Dec 2009 2:18pm
A, its so true.I like the anger in this one, verse that doesnt make a point, or doesnt give you something to mull over is not verse really.
30th Dec 2009 4:52pm
Anonymous
30th Dec 2009 5:19pm
I believe that this may be a reaction to another verse on this site, but I shall say no more on that score for fearing of sparking some literary dogfight. All I will say is that I loved this piece; the imagery and the themes are wonderful, but then that praise applies to almost all your poems, and thus it's a little redundant. Agree with Priya; poetry without purpose is like chocolate without taste. Looks nice, but as soon as you take a bite it's immediately unsatisfying, and therefore insufferable. And trust me, I know a lot about both poetry and chocolate :P
30th Dec 2009 6:09pm
Had the same feeling as Jack with this one, as though it could be a response to another. If that were to be the case, then what a fine response it is! A great poem, another masterpiece among many.
30th Dec 2009 8:27pm
You know I always take your feedback very seriously, Arryn - so a big thank you - once again.
30th Dec 2009 7:03pm
Like you Jack, I suspect that some forms of chocolate may be harmful - why they may even have poisonous qualities when indulged in to excess.
30th Dec 2009 10:13pm
A piece which speaks volumes to its target (audience).
I especially like the 5th stanza, the idea the subject may look in side but is believed to be inable to do so really works for me.
A well thought out critique.
I especially like the 5th stanza, the idea the subject may look in side but is believed to be inable to do so really works for me.
A well thought out critique.
31st Dec 2009 3:30pm
Thank you Judas - your perceptive comment has helped to cleanse the lingering smell of stale sweat from my poet armpits!
