I hate the world.

Why are we here,

All I feel is fear,

War spites when stakes are high,

People spy and sent to die,

Why can't people just be happy,

instead of making the world sappy,

While animals are running and getting poached,

we sit in our couches and hunters being coached

People spark wars and guns start to blaze,

people die when heads are lifted but we instead fashion things to glaze.

When people die when weapons are hurled,

I feel sad and hate this world.

(Inspired by WW2)

Not rlly good, Best I could come up with (in a month)

I love it. Very emotion and very true.

rlly? I thought it was bad lol

Of course you hate the world thts why u rote it

lol

Funny 

Funny comment. 

ah found it

Do I smell another classical poet here?

Just remember, poems don't have to rhyme! Would you like me to critic your poem for you?

Poet??

By all means Plz do

Yeah, why?

I am Not a Poet!!(I am a writer )

Firstly of course, would be my reminder that poems don't always have to rhyme, but nice use of rhymes to bring about that sort of vibe of "new normal" (coz WW2 lasted pretty long as well), like the narrator sort of found it hard to get used to war and all that, but the longer the war drew on, he kinda got used to it in a sense? I mean, that's how I feel, like the vibes I'm getting off your poem as a whole, but do tell me what your intentions were when you decided to write in rhymes

 The eighth line though-- why "hunters getting coached"? Coached in the sense, of being taught how to poach animals? Just curious

Also, the jump in the topic as seen in your eight to the ninth line is a bit confusing. Up till the eighth line, you were pretty much talking about animals, and poaching, and hunters,  but from the ninth line it suddenly becomes about humans again (seeing as you said People spy and sent to die) Why the sudden switch in the topic? Is there a way where you could somehow slowly morph from the topic of animals to that of humans? Maybe make a sort of connection between animals and humans somehow?

people die when heads are lifted but we instead fashion things to glaze.

When people die when weapons are hurled,

In this quote, I don't exactly understand "but we fashion things to glaze". The things--are you talking about armour plates or weaponry? I do like the vagueness here but at the same time I find it slightly mind-boggling (unless you are referring to clay artists still doing their jobs as the war rages on?) "when weapons are hurled" makes it sounds like people were throwing daggers and shurikens at each other  Although I guess they did throw grenades at each other? But I'm pretty sure they weren't fighting the war just by throwing grenades at each other UwU

All in all, this is quite an emotional poem to read, and for a first-timer, you certainly brought out that emo vibe pretty well! Just remember two things overall:

1. Poems don't have to rhyme (though I'm sure you know that already )

2. When you've been talking about a topic for quite a while and decide t switch topics, try to morph from one topic to another to avoid confusing the reader.

That's all, and happy writing, Ananth

ah well

U can try to attempt the record in writing most content for a 16 word reply.

I said I was criticising his poem and I stick to my word.

This is wayyy better for me