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The scars of many years’ blind doors stain her ragged face. And he on the top step looks down I liked, it particularly these two lines. The perspective is a ...

I also somewhat liked it, though not as a story. I liked it the way I might like one of those strange, trying-too-hard-to-be-original, freaky-weird, plotless videos that art students have ...

Some are kind, generous, and nice. They would never treat someone like ice. some of the rhymes sounded forced. try to make the rhyme natural, and fitting the line - ...

lexy, line breaks are as important as the words you choose (very important). read the poem out loud to yourself, putting in the pauses wherever there's a linebreak. linebreaks aren't ...

I like it. Winter pale, the line of ribs below your strong shoulders rise gently with each inhalation. Perhaps a comma after shoulders? I found I had to read this ...

melancholy, in a beautiful sense. and inspiring - it makes me want to continue the tradition of lonely words. very well-written. you took a good idea and pulled it off ...

i liked that it was so short, and didn't mention roses or tears or blood or flame or anything like that. i liked that it was direct and to the ...

good idea, taking a 'world is against me' attitude and blowing it up, but after about the first stanza i was just thinking, 'okay, i get the picture... then what ...

good idea. try to work in more concrete imagery - picture details in your mind, then think how you can use them to communicate your atmosphere or move your plot ...

Good work! You always have great imagery it seems. I love the variation in the images, very memory-like, and the way they give the reader such a feel for what ...

i love the line Hair held out, the wild branches of a bramble bush that was nice. but yeah, the emerald blades and crystal tears didn't really do it for ...

i liked this poem because the narrator seems like an interesting character, who has her own way of seeing things; it kind of reminds me of a sharon creech book, ...

i liked the first stanza, and the way that rain image carried throughout the poem. for a lot of the poem i felt like an outsider though, since i didn't ...

this question is sincere, i'm honestly not trying to by sarcastic... did you mean to capitalize each "morns", and spell "beautyfuly" like that? i'm just wondering because my friend always ...

i particularly like the last four lines: Please stop. Can’t you see? By hurting you, I’m hurting me. No more pain, no more sorrow, No more memories by tomorrow. though ...