"Taking kindness for weakness, yet methinks I have economy."
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There once was a man, who wrote an awful tragicomedy;
Singing and dancing, though, were his water, butter, and his bread.
Taking kindness for weakness, yet methinks I have economy.
Teaching him to fish, as it turned out, flipped his boat on his head.

You can drop "Just" it adds nothing.

There is nothing wrong with expressing any emotion or sense, but it can be defined as prose, prose poetry, or free / blank verse poetry. In this particular example, you could haveformatted it differently, even if a single, long stanza, for pause, effect, impact, and relevance, it should be reformatted.

Hard to give an exact answer as every poem is different, suffice it to say that everything in a poem affects its meaning.

In concrete poetry the form (or structure) is almost everything and the language takes a backseat to the form. For example the "Birth of God/uniVerse" by Lionel Kearns is a poem that I like where he uses characters but not really language to get his point across: http://visual-poetry.tumblr.com/post/323...

We are supposed to write a 1-2 page response about the heroic ideal in any style we want, but I have no idea what this poem is even saying.

The house is darker now;
the staircase defining silence,
an old man s brittle bones,
hollow and dry as dust.
It lacks a small dog
who from his slumber
would rise against noise,
against night, against my wife
curled in dog dreams,
and challenge midnight
--all afeared, all aflame
with love and blindness
and hopeless duty.

MARK 12

Narrow is the path through the vineyard
A certain man has Planted and fenced
His husbandmen at attention watch

And at the season four years later
(for there was no profit until then)
He sent a servant to His husbandmen
that he might receive of the fruits

And they caught him and beat him
and sent him away empty
Again and again He did send His servants
Some they beat and One they did kill

The Stone that the builders rejected
has become The Head of the Corner Baby

This is a dramatic monologue poem I wrote for a creative writing class. How should I improve the poem? what do you think it is about? ( just to see what others might think of the meaning).

In the Dark I Sit
What once I thought was fake, is now reality
What once hid in the light awakens in the dark
What once stood silent afraid of being found
Rejoices with a deep howl of excitement
But here I lay as quietly as possible as the thing dances around
I can't see it but I know it's there, does it know I am here?
I think it does it sense things like that, Fear
If I make a sound it will know where I am
Then it will take me far away
What it will do with me then I don't know
Maybe it will- no I don't even want to think about it
I just have to wait, I just have to wait for forever then it will leave.
Then I can have my turn dancing around and howling in excitement
Then it will have to hide again because it is just as afraid of me in the light
As I am afraid of it in the dark
I think tomorrow I will come with troops and horses to exile the thing
With soldiers so brave no one or thing will scare them
With lights so bright the thing will cower in fear never to return again.
But not today, today is for waiting, waiting, and waiting
For now what once danced in the light, must hid in the dark.

I really want to know how you would critique/ edit the poem. thanks!