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Earth-ache

The sweet dream,
A horrendous scream
Aborted.

Secret inner fears,
Now to the extreme
Ignited.

Seeking a gleam
Out in the night
I hurried.

Greed- sharpened claws,
Dripping blood
The soil deeply clenched

Dying Planet
Past glorious days helplessly
Mourned.

Droves of lost earthlings
Dark streets
Roamed

Ravenous sharks ,
biophagous marauders
I recognized

Scrumptious baitballs,
fleshy quarries
Oddly ignored

Predators and preys
For a sanctuary
They all fierily looked

Side by side
The street they sorely
lurched

Doomed
For life they desperately
Gasped

Poisonous belch
Their senses to death
Throttled.

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i like the theme of this poem and it flows for the first three stanzas, the next three don't fit the rythm , although I like this stanza;

Greed- sharpened claws,
Dripping blood
The soil deeply clenched

I think it would work better if the first 3 stanzas didn't have such a tight rhyme. This stanza doesn't work for me at all :

crumptious baitballs,
fleshy quarries
Oddly ignored

Apart from that I really enjoyed it.

Lou

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Talk about post apocalyptic catastrophe. Each stanza is another complete vision presented as pieces of the whole. This poem worked. Period.
wesley

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but not going to give you any useful critique until you start giving it to others too. Neopoet is a community, not a feedback service.

Be brave. I have learned more about poetry from giving critique than I learned studying it academically.

cheers,
Jess
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