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FreudianSlippers
Apr 12, 2010

Shooting and Fucking
are the same thing!

G r A v E

Grave
gRave
grAve
graVe
gravE

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FreudianSlippers
Apr 12, 2010

Shooting and Fucking
are the same thing!

The number one rule of grave poetry is that the only word you can use is "grave". It is also rules 2-10.

Although I really like your poem, it could be a nice subversion of the strict and conservative boundaries most grave poetry adheres to.

FreudianSlippers
Apr 12, 2010

Shooting and Fucking
are the same thing!

Entenzahn posted:

Posting in the Poetry Thread
1. Apologize
2. Post the poem
3. Do not post feedback
4. Do not get feedback (somehow this always works)
5. Leave forever

This poem feels a bit dry. Almost like it's some sort of list.. However I really like how brief and to the point it is, there is no fat just muscle. I also really like the bittersweet ending.

FreudianSlippers
Apr 12, 2010

Shooting and Fucking
are the same thing!

Catfishenfuego posted:

I've been needling away at this poem recently, it feels like it's missing something, another verse maybe, and perhaps there's other stuff I've missed:

Winter Grave (slight note, a sternburg is a cheap beer that's really common here)
Slick cold half melted ice rehardened
lines the cobblestones searching for an errant foot
to trap and topple the midnight walker
she slides
envisions an ignoble end
hand flung just in time to catch the frigid rail
palms half stick to rough new frost.

Straightened body reset weight she shifts to safety
Reflects on near misses
as gaze set down
the glittering banks of the river seized in place
She notes, half submerged the bodies
drowned christmas trees discarded in the dark
Corpses unsunk the crime revealed by frost
hehehhehehehe gays sat down

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