Young Writers Society

Let’s read old books,
Because old books are read for absolutes,
And the smell of paper,
And hidden treasures

Let’s set so called “art” aside,
Because abstractions are silliness,
Liberality now left for dead,
Hopeless laziness

Let’s foster life in reality,
Plants and people,
God’s things on earth,
What he meant for us to touch and taste

Let’s leave for utopia:
Scholasticism, fellow men,
The tome we abandoned for gray subtleties,
As if we could match stars’ end

Let’s make them cringe,
The rebels in their pit,
Clutching colors and words,
Seething because the world’s made up of numbers

Let’s build a tower that touches the sky,
One that isn’t made for us,
Let’s bring all things together,
And celebrate a world of hard work

Hiya Form

So...I think this is a very beautiful poem. While I don't agree with it, it is very well written and definitely thought provoking. I loved your opening stanza--

And the smell of paper,
And hidden treasures

I know exactly what you mean, and I love what you have made me think about here.

The second stanza I'm not sure I understand or agree with, but again, I like your writing style. The third--well, I'm not going to go into my usual atheist rant. Be spared.

Overall, I think that this is very profound, and just a little creepy content wise once you really realize what it's supposed to mean. Your grammar, punctuation (save periods), and word choice is, in my opinion, pretty much flawless. I like how you use simple text but still manage to sound sophisticated.

Basically, I really like this. So nice work!

Sarebear

Hey there, form!

This poem is really good and really delves into the subject really well. To live an existence worthy of a human being and living among God's wonderful creations.

Formslipper wrote:The tome we abandoned for gray subtleties,

I think the word 'tome' was a typo.

I enjoyed reading this piece and I'm looking forward to more. Keep the ink flowing!

Murtuza