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“Won’t you come here, love?” “Sure, love.” Eugene silently paced his way from the kitchen to his bedroom, mail in hand and still wearing his black leather shoes and grey ...

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You...have a gift. You, have a gift. Kafka, you have a gift. I mean, it's not like I know your name or anything so I would know if something you've ...

A breath makes you run A ray, maybe, cowardly? Shine upon my face

I really thought that this was great. I know someone said before that you can say things like this without being cliche, which points out your talent. There were a ...

I wouldn't say so. No. Everyday people come accross meter and rhyme all throughout their days, just not in conventional ways, which is what I think you are referring to. ...

Thank you, Nate.

Wow. I'm really surprised that I'm the first to review this, although it is a really difficult poem to interpret and therefore review. This is just so layered and deep ...

I honestly had no idea we had threads like this here. I was gone for about two months, and now I'm back!

Darkness or light? Niether. Bright red, full of doubt in mind Makes the children run

I liked the overall premise of this poem. It is lurid in a way, mysterious and such, but if you make a few small tweaks it would be a lot ...

I met her that day Cold, windy, a breath sucking life from my lungs shriveled at the sight Beautiful, majestic, on a throne of grey-black pavement wearing a smile between ...

Inkwell, I hope you can appreciate the fact that I actually have no constructive criticizm for you; this was absolutely perfect. I mean, everything was perfect about this. If you ...

When someone reads a poem, their reaction and personal imagery will be completely different to that of anyone else's, I believe, providing of course the authour gives the reader enough ...

Wow. I really, really liked this. As for the content of this poem, I don't really have any criticizm for you, because your language and flow was great here. However ...