Butterfinger

I love this poem and the way you rhymed the lines and made the whole thing flow! Wonderful! Keep writing!

Ok, here's my take on what Incognito had to say-not that I'm bashing you, but not all poetry has a strict form, rules that MUST be followed. It also doesn't ...

Grasp it tightly! Run your hand up and down the stem. Again and again, The blood will flow: The thorns will prick you, one by one, And you will bleed ...

Have you ever had a moment when all you want to do is run? Well, here's my side...sorta...Critique! She runs Legs pumping Wind rushing Blood hammering She runs Away from ...

If I could, I'd be a snowflake so light-weight and free carried on the whims of the wind If I could, I'd be a snowflake each one individual but with ...

Hahaha! I love your evil laugh at the beginning! Flavor??? The best is Cheese cake with crushed up butterfingers in it! yummy! Hmmm..... What a life A real fat joy ...

I love how you repeat that one line "You left her standing" because it really emphasizes the point of your poem. Love it!

Ok, so as always, my inspiration seems to come from the weirdest places and I can't imagine where this one came from. Anyways, Review, Critique, Rip, Tear, Applaud, Yawn, do ...

You did a great job with this in my opinion! So many questions gets the reader really thinking beyond the page. Fantabulous!

There is absolutely nothing wrong with a depressing poem!! It's amazing when you run with a feeling-even a depressing one! Keep writing!

I have to say that for the longest time of my teenage life, this is how I felt. Exactly. and when it felt too much, I would sit and scribble ...

From the start, this poem has a strong emotion to it, kind of an edge of your seat, what's gonna happen next feeling that gripped me till the end. I ...

I had to re-read this poem a couple times to connect the dots between it and the title, but now I see....sort of :) Like the emptiness that comes with ...

This is definitely a good start toward a poem. Anything written has the potential to be poetry, it all depends on how you work with it, mold it and shape ...

It's a rough start, but here goes..... Darkness calls me from the shadows Clawing at my hems Gnashing rotten teeth Puffing foul gutter breath.. Whispering my name In tongues I ...