Fanfiction by Top Critiquers Poems

I can no longer hear the laughter in your voice      
When you closed your eyes, can you feel my sorrow on the wind    
Knowing I will not feel your breeze in my midst      
From the womb to the cradle, you were a gift unto a mother to love   
      
Bed of earth is now your everlasting solidarity      
A storm brewed above      
The trumpets played the last tune of your life      
Did you dance in the grave as you basked in the awareness      
Your name read from the Book of Life      
Peace has finally chosen your fate       ...

songs got lost somewhere,
verses became slaves of someone,
the gatekeepers of despair
started guarding the door
of self-respecting imagination,
art lost its synonyms,
winds became still and calm,
sand started forming foam in the blue ocean,
young flowers fell to the ground at a young age,
Gulmohar-like houses turned into wax overnight,
burning lamps became dim,
youth lost its passion,
emotions lost their enthusiasm,
tangles tied the feet of the soft creepers of life,
when the clouds of blackness covered the pink world...

From John Clare where the river speaks    
Voicing the murmurs of a fearful Styx    
Where a soul damned to bear the glooms    
Of life's torments and the mortal dooms    
   
I hear your verse, poet of the lonely voice    
Solitary drifter, roaming the stark solitude    
I hear your lament from the first ever love    
The star-crossed lover from the grievous blows    
   
I see the burden weigh heavy on your heart    
Like Atlas, carrying the heavens on his back    
Forlorn and solely loitering in the vast plains     ...

fan fiction based on characters created by Edgar Allan Poe

It was in the year 18—— that my friend Dupin and I set sail to London to stay with a sponsor for whom Dupin had rendered a most invaluable service when they were caught in a “cooping” incident, a most disreputable practice whereby a man is plied with drink and then forced to visit polling stations to vote for his assailants’ chosen candidate. The sponsor was a wealthy but naive young dandy from New York, visiting New Orleans just as Dupin had also gone to sample the local culture for a piece to be published in Blackwood’s....

"Let's
get it
on right here
and right now" was
what Carl heard Judy
say before he peeked in
and saw her naked on the
living room sofa with some guy
standing next to her also in the
nude and ready to hump her on that spot.