Join the Neopoet online poetry workshop and community to improve as a writer, meet fellow poets, and showcase your work. Sign up, submit your poetry, and get started.
Gassy Human Stations
Three months Quarantine
added no Quinine
No Rose Mary(Corona-red)
came for me
but added
a bombing
gas one
machine
Have you not
the flavour/toxity
experienced
it's been ages
Style / type:
Free verse
Review Request (Intensity):
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing stage:
Content level:
Not Explicit Content
(c) Neopoet.com. No copyright is claimed by Neopoet to original member content.
Comments
Gracy
Sat, 2020-05-30 16:54
Hi lovedly, I'm rather
Hi lovedly, I'm rather confused by your poem. It's so sad about the gas chambers, but I don't relate them to our quarantine, by no means. The last strophe is quite a mix. I think you mean "toxicity" or "toxic", right?
No, with all respect, I don't "get it", just me, I guess. A virtual hug, keep safe.
*
*
*
"My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies; fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die, I can fly, my friends.” – Freddie Mercury
lovedly
Sun, 2020-05-31 01:06
Titles
perhaps misled
How do you now feel
Kindly reread
Note
metaphorical poetry
all about indigestion
no exercise ma'am
Gracy
Sun, 2020-05-31 22:45
Hi lovedly, back again. I
Hi lovedly, back again. I understand it better now. Nice one. Just the last strophe:
Have you not
the flavour/toxity
experienced
ages (it's) been
Perhaps "it's been ages"?
All the best, Gracy
*
*
*
"My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies; fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die, I can fly, my friends.” – Freddie Mercury