Poetry is torture
Poetry is pain
It fills me with rage
And the rage roars in anger.
It spews hot red flames,
And smoke chokes the air,
blackens the sky.
Finally the rage abates,
And the sky clears.
I accept bitter fate
On a silver plate.
I need good grades.
for someone who hates poetry you did an awesome job. you used imagery and emotive lauauge to get your feelings of poetry across. for me this poem was too short you could add one more paragraph just to build tension and suspense for the reader. also the final line "I need good grades" does not fit in with the overall tone of the poem you use good words and great sentances but I felt that the final line did not fit in with the tone of the poem.
7/10
Oh sweet irony. Also it would be so funny if you actually gave this in to your teacher.
I love the idea, lol. Super ironic and also kind of relatable... I mean I don't hate poetry but it just takes me a while to think of an idea. I like the descriptions and the imagery... I can really see how this makes you feel. The last line also just ties everything together nicely. Great work!
Keep Writing. 
great poem, very ironic. not much I could find to give you advise on but this is what I got.
"And smoke chokes the air,
blackens the sky." I would replace the word blackens with blackening because the smoke is causing the sky to blacken. (that is the most I have ever said the word blacken in one sentence)
"I accept bitter fate
On a silver plate." I would say "accept my bitter fate" instead of just "accept bitter fate"
nice poem, well done.
*claps enthusiastically, and shouts*
I LOVE IT!!!!! If I was a teacher, I'd grade that an A+++!
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