Galerius

Cushioned by his holy books spoils galore I can still remember the preacher. you were cushioned or was the preacher cushioned within his own deceitful books? you are being unclear. ...

:!: So many pity lives Being shot and stabbed by knifes Shouts and screams in the battle lines But I mostly hear the explosions of mines Sad to hear that ...

Do I want to stay? Do I want to go? With my mixed up feelings I don't know ... can you at least try to include some imagery here? i ...

The world is a whitewashed gray, and i see through half closed eyes, watching a granite sundial in the shade, and grasping at the sky for a sunrise. this does ...

My dear sweet love, I must leave you for now. Although it kills me to do so, I must go. Know that I love you. Always. But too many people ...

So you want to be a poet. i generally dont like the first line of a poem to be the same as a title...and this is one of those incidents. ...

While moonbeams whispered and tall trees shouted, how are trees supposed to shout? if anything, they should whisper. i know that you think that connecting inanimate objects with human qualities ...

If you remain a tiny rose Alone behind the log— A Tree, immense, denies the rain— You’re motionless in fog—[/quote[ dont capitalize "tree" and dont contract "you are" into "you're"; ...

something i wrote at a writers workshop... please try not to be harsh, it was rushed i'll try although after reading your poem through one time, it wont be easy. ...

very well. however, i still think this should be under Other Writing, as it does not have whats makes a poem in the first place...i could write a 2500-word story ...

The sky today was properly grey and somber, not that it was at all unusual. It gave the entire churchyard a wilted look, as the dusty old preacher read from ...

My darling, you know I love you, half blessed & cursed the day I found you, lost in the Wonderland around you, what kind of fool am I? this really ...

Will you forever be a figment of my imagination? Will you forever be a never-ending dream? bad bad bad way to start off a poem. meaningles repetition, vapid ideas, and ...

LOVE

The spectrum Spans in front of me what else can a spectrum do, dance? of course it spans; now try telling us why your enamored with it. With its bright ...