Galerius

Ask me no questions I’ll tell you no lies Share me no secrets You’ll get no surprise The first two lines are copied verbatim by the writer Oliver Goldsmith and ...

You’re always there for me, Ready to take me back, No matter how long I neglect you, You sit there in a stack. You are emphasizing...what, exactly? The loyalty of ...

His eyes are pulling me into his arms Pulling one into the arms of another has been an action expressed with far too much in poetry and stories. The same ...

Before we begin, you should know that writing in fully-capitalized phrases is anathema to any theme you could possibly have and aesthetically reminds the reader of a mindless shouting match. ...

My cousin questions, “Why are you always grumpy?” My friend wonders, “Would it hurt you to smile?” Instead of always asking me the same question You should search for the ...

Do not listen to the above poster's advice on stanzas. The format of this poem is good the way it is and is probably actually superior to one with stanzas ...

I stood across from the man in the middle of the dusty street. Women were hurriedly running in doors pulling children along with them. A small smile came to my ...

They beat you, they bruised you; they tortured your soul. Vague and bland. I see nothing in here that sparks the imagination, that forces my mind to plummet into their ...

This poem was expensive - that is, it took time to read without offering little to nothing to compensate in the way of ideas or even simple imagery. First, you ...

There are two problems hampering this poem that make it unacceptable for anyone wishing for a good read. The first is a technical one: the rhyming, which follows such a ...

Befor last night, you were my world. But now it seems like I'm not your girl. Generally, the first word of a poem should be spelled correctly - it sets ...

Her eyes are like the ocean That she stares into endlessly Trying to hide the tears that Just won’t go away The last two lines of this stanza kill any ...

These knights wore blue jeans, and leather jackets, Are these supposed to be Greasers? In any case, the beginning is overly simplistic for what I'm beginning to expect is a ...

I like my poems with random verse Interesting declaration, considering that this poem is anything but random verse. I'll asume you're being deliberately facetious. It cannot sound much worse than ...

If I die tomorrow, Will the memories fade to gray? Will all of this confusion Ever have something to say? The last two lines threw me off a little. Would ...