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A review by aldoregan
The Princess Saves Herself in This One by Amanda Lovelace
2.0
Am I supposed to appreciate a poem that's like this??????
“i bet
you regret
making
an enemy
out of
me.
- 1 back, 2 knives.”
When there are a hundred poems on tumblr that are like this:
1.)
we all forget
how beautiful we are
because maybe we
only look closely
in the mirror when
we are searching
for the wrong
things
and maybe we forget
that the lines around
our eyes are formed
from laughing
and maybe we forget
that the lines around
our mouths are just
the memories
of smiles
and maybe we really
forget that there will
be a person who will
stare into our eyes
and kiss our mouths
and think that we
are the most
beautiful
person
alive
- kpk
2.)
But, my dear,
you are a daisy
unlike any I've ever seen
I know you
have yet to be picked
from the garden--
And a few of your petals
have been plucked--
And your leaves
may have withered a bit--
And you're not quite
as strong as you
maybe once were--
But, my dear,
you are a
beautiful daisy
unlike any I've ever seen
g.h.
3.)
before you kill yourself
just remember
that there are
places you have not been
and things you have not seen.
and poems to awe,
art to draw
fields to walk through
people to talk to,
music to take in,
games to win,
and books to be read.
so why,
oh why,
do you wish
to be dead?
(w.d.)
Surprisingly, this book snatched the first spot on the goodreads awards (another reason to believe that the goodreads awards is nothing but shit) when the poems here are like words carelessly thrown on paper. I liked the idea of this being a feminist book, i like how the character development was evident as I read further. The execution was just bad. I don't know what's happening to poetry but I am honestly not here for it. When did poetry stop containing in depth, and metaphorical content. It makes me sad that contemporary poetry is nowhere near as how classic poems were written.
“i bet
you regret
making
an enemy
out of
me.
- 1 back, 2 knives.”
When there are a hundred poems on tumblr that are like this:
1.)
we all forget
how beautiful we are
because maybe we
only look closely
in the mirror when
we are searching
for the wrong
things
and maybe we forget
that the lines around
our eyes are formed
from laughing
and maybe we forget
that the lines around
our mouths are just
the memories
of smiles
and maybe we really
forget that there will
be a person who will
stare into our eyes
and kiss our mouths
and think that we
are the most
beautiful
person
alive
- kpk
2.)
But, my dear,
you are a daisy
unlike any I've ever seen
I know you
have yet to be picked
from the garden--
And a few of your petals
have been plucked--
And your leaves
may have withered a bit--
And you're not quite
as strong as you
maybe once were--
But, my dear,
you are a
beautiful daisy
unlike any I've ever seen
g.h.
3.)
before you kill yourself
just remember
that there are
places you have not been
and things you have not seen.
and poems to awe,
art to draw
fields to walk through
people to talk to,
music to take in,
games to win,
and books to be read.
so why,
oh why,
do you wish
to be dead?
(w.d.)
Surprisingly, this book snatched the first spot on the goodreads awards (another reason to believe that the goodreads awards is nothing but shit) when the poems here are like words carelessly thrown on paper. I liked the idea of this being a feminist book, i like how the character development was evident as I read further. The execution was just bad. I don't know what's happening to poetry but I am honestly not here for it. When did poetry stop containing in depth, and metaphorical content. It makes me sad that contemporary poetry is nowhere near as how classic poems were written.