Craving Critique [Recruiting members]

Craving Critique [Recruiting members]

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Welcome to Craving Critique: Poetry Review, a small (but growing) community of poets in search of critique, support, and creative companionship. We maintain open arms at all times to everyone and are thrilled to watch as new members accumulate in our little squad. We hope you enjoy your membership here--as long as you can find the time to abide by our group's basic guidelines. The basis of these guidelines is simple: have respect for yourself and others. We are here to discuss and appreciate poetry, and though we may be critiquing each other's work, we won't be tolerating any bullying. On that note, the foundation of this club is simply constructive criticism. We hope to not only provide it, but promote it; this is the place to learn to take constructive criticism, to give it, and heed it's advice! Not only this, but we aspire to encourage unique styles of poetry, such as free verse and epics, in order to help our members explore different styles of writing. Are you interested now? Follow us, add our book, and come be part of our poetry squad!
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Excerpt: "I am everything: The autumn winds easing the leaves away from their branches, A baby's smile at daddy's funny face, The tears that seep into the soil at a funeral, A heavy snowfall on Christmas Eve. I am a hug: Offered only during times of sadness, Never given often enough. I am a mirror: Reflecting the moods of those in my surroundings Or the inanimate objects that remain once all have gone home. I am a microphone: Echoing the opinions of those around me, Telling the truths of all, but only being accepted by one. I am a shell: Full of the many memories of yesterday, Unable to grasp anything today. I am a skeleton: Stripped away of any feeling, After everyone has taken a piece. I am nothing: Not a firefighter, Thanked for saving the family pet. Not a lover, Dearly missed by her significant other. Not a role model, Written about for a second grader's project. Not a person at all; I am a simple cadaver, sliced up for answers to all of life's questions." ********************************************** An original poetry collection from the last decade of my life.

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