Challenge to Hubbers--Learn to Critique Yourself by Tearing Apart My Poem!
As a writer, it is important to be able to look back over your work and proofread and correct it. There are a few ways to improve as a writer and those ways are as follows:
- Read works from better authors or hubbers. They are famous or score high for a reason. When you read them, you learn from them.
- Follow the writing process. Brainstorm, Research, Rough Draft, Revision (repeat as needed, but I suggest two revisions including reading your writing out loud), and Final.
- Continue writing, no matter what. If you enjoy writing but are getting discouraged, don't give up. Just keep on writing and you will get better.
- Put your work in the hands of friends and (even better) strangers. Get ones that will tell you truthfully what they think, but in a polite manner. Constructive Criticism is key.
- Learn to be your own worse critic. You can feel satisfied about your work. There is nothing wrong with that. But a rough draft is not your best work. Read it over and think of ways to improve it.
I know what some of you (who have read my hubs) might be thinking: "Your writing is always full of typos and weird sentences. Follow your own advice!" To that, I say, "No." I know the process, but because of all the good writers on this site, I tend to put up stories that are really half finished to get a strangers critique. All the people around me walk on eggshells and won't be brutally honest.
So . . .
TEAR UP THIS POEM! Just rip it to shreds. It is my poem, but it pretty much is horrible. I want to put it out there for you to see how a poem that I think is "okay" can be changed with suggestions from critics to make it "very good" and also to have you experience the mindset you need to be in to critique yourself. Just have at it and don't leave one flaw unnoticed in the comments! (I have numbered some lines for possible reference in the comments. The numbers are not apart of the poem)
Love's Bitter Shore by me
2. "Ours" is mine, "we" is me
and years may pass, but it will be
I and he will never stay.
5. Was it so hard to see
that his unsteady tempo was complimented by me
in our life's calming vertigo?
8. "Let love guide you
as it embraces and stabs you
and then leaves you raped and alone"
11. Have truer words been spoken
to test my love's devotion
sitting aside the night's evening tide?
14. And if those words are true . . .
15. Then I do detest that what is best, to free my impish soul,
is to, indeed, speak my secret that must earnestly be told.
By God's grace, pray that my wild heart upholds.
18. And I must insist in keeping
that my soul neither sighs nor is weeping
to this so unromantic a tale.
21. But though the dawn is waken,
not a breath of mine was taken
to set myself away from love's cold grasp.
24. Truly, I know that it will never be
that "we" will never be I and he.
I will always stand stagnant on love's bitter shore.