You loved me
when my brain
thought I hated you
Although, my heart,
often ignored,
loved you
But then you
decided you hated
me back
You left me
with a heart
torn in two
Now I realize
that I have always
loved you
size doesn't matter, it's how you use it.
Dumb jokes aside: small poetry can be very nice, but it has to be condensed. You need to pack a lot into small poetry for it to work - which doesn't mean that it must be general/vague/abstract, but that every word must count. (Even though that's the case for all poetry, it matters more the shorter you go -- if your poem only has twenty or thirty words, wasting one can have a big impact)
This is very abstract. When writing about abstract things like hate and love [which are very different for every person, so in of themselves "hate" and "love" are words with little descriptive power] it should be done in terms of the concrete. Metaphor + imagery are incredibly important.
Read a lot of poems. Look how even the most abstract, emotional subjects are dealt with in terms of comparisons or concrete things - things that can be seen, heard, tasted, touched, smelled etc.
Euclid's convered content, so I'll focus on format.
This seems rather broken-up. One word lines are like potent spices; they can pack a puch but should be used in short-supply.
Regarding the rest-- Your opening line should draw in more, and your punctuation seems to be distributed liberally and incorrectly.
But yes, continue reading, and it'll help your writing.
~Ed
The good parts of a book may be only something a writer is lucky enough to overhear or it may be the wreck of his whole damn life — and one is as good as the other.
Ernest Hemingway
Hey LD! I've always loved reading your poems! This one was good too! I like how you describe things and how you take a verb or something and make the poem out of it! now that's a talent! Great Job! looking forward to more!
Grief, I’ve learned, is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go. — Jamie Anderson