a poem is easy

This poem holds a lot of meaning to me.
I like how you say that a poem is easy and sadness is unobtainable.
For a poem is words and words are easier to place than feelings and belonging.
Sadness cannot be obtained for it's always relevant and is more of a factor of life than an intrusive rare happenstance.
This poem nails 3 things on the head for me:

1. The reality of sadness and how it's always there.
2. The inaptitude of words' ability to heal and comfort.
3. Insincerity of others' condolences in times of need. (Either factual or in interpretation.)

Nice poem!

I like it, it's so raw, feels almost like sadness itself. We always want adoration from those that don't seem to care, it's like it's worth more because they don't care.

First, I'd like the point out that you should link to feedback you posted on two other poems first.

I really love the numbering in this poem. The first time I read it, I wasn't sure it worked, but after a couple of more read-throughs it does have a nice rhythm. No real criticism from me except I think you should relate back to the theme of poetry towards the end because it seemed abandoned and left hanging.

Hey nice work. The structure looks great and the numbers interrupt poetic expectation nicely. This poem could really shine with some added specificity of imagery.

"We weren't going to make it"...could this be turned into a metaphor or a narrative image (i.e. we'd be stranded at this empty motel forever / the horses on the carousel were never meant for us / there will always be a river between us we can't name). Maybe not the best suggestions but something along those lines.

And the same for "The thousandth day..." Could the number be more unique? It would create a longer, realer sense of time out of a cliche. And perhaps an example of the failure to get it together, instead of the phrase itself, which would take a general idea and make it specific to your unique life.

I know those are pretty prescriptive comments but I hope they help in theory if not in practice!

I think it was a great idea using words and poetry as a sort of foil to sadness. I think it kind of lends to that whole idea of "it always helps to talk it out." That is where I kind of identify with the last stanza. I have dysthymic depression and never want to talk to people about it at risk of coming off needy or sick, but it seems everyone is so disinterested in anything but their prerogative.

I also like the idea of sadness not being something you can just have, its just something you get, and from I'm getting from "3).." something that can stay. Which I think is a good way to set up the contrast for the closing stanza of hope, and potentially knowing it can get better.

Oh I absolutely love this! The pure despondency, it's so powerful. By being so short, sharp and to the point, you've just related with everyone who feels your pain. It reminds me a little of Charles Bukowski - a favourite of mine. Powerful stuff!

nice work. As with most of the poems posted here, my advice is that you tighten this one up. Cut some superfluous words ("this", "almost always" and "single")

I like how the poem subtly acknowledges the contradiction that words can never entirely express real, raw emotion. But putting all of it into words helps in its own way. Writing the words expresses emotion more clearly than speaking the words.

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I love the lines "always hoping| for the adoration| of the disinterested"