Please read this poem and tell me what you think.
Covered snug
beneath the years
under the fear
amber strings lay humming
when you are still
and I am here
we can listen to the world
whistle love
the nights come and we think black
but moons sail curious
and we are always there
the raging neon
and the shouting air
they shrink
at the stars alive
that walk through it
I've been writing poetry off and on for 3 or 4 years now and that was by no means my favorite. I pulled a random recent from my folder. I've never sought feedback for my work and lately I'm not sure how to improve. I try to experiment with different meters and perspectives but sometimes it's more basic than not. If you want some diversity I can post a few more...
Unremarkable. Trite and unimaginative. At least your conscious of meter, though obviously unversed.
Also, you're not in here, or if you are I suggest you don't admit it.
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>You're.
Yes, yes.