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Ancient statues standing tall, noble visage, broken all, they've stood for near a thousand years, they'll probably stand a thousand more. They watch us live, they watch us die, all ...

I am going to find it very hard to give you a good review, because while this poem was good, it spoke to me in such a way that I ...

I enjoyed this poem because it has style. The poem has a personal style that is not evident in most people's writing this is a bit confusing, but it definately ...

I feel I should also make a point of something else, when you commented that no-one had told me how to live my life, you did not take into account ...

Thanks all for reading this, but again, I think some of you may have assumed it had more meaning than It actually did, this was just a casual poem I ...

I like my poems with random verse. It cannot sound much worse than to hear those stupid fools with all their myriad rules. Trying to make me write with "skill" ...

Thank you both, yes my rhyme scheme is scattered and inconsistant, but its kool, and I like short poems, thes three are meant to be a set. and i might ...

Foreward Dreams I like to think of myself as a lover, and a fighter, a revolution man, so to speak. And in my eyes, I am but then I step, ...

I like this poem because it has a very tribal dance feel to it, and it is about the fire, maybe the fire in someones heart, maybe a more literal ...

I enjoyed your poem, it had a nice flow, rhyme sceme, and it was extremely humorous You seem like the kind of person that is able to just spit something ...

this is odd, ive gotten into the habit of critiqueing my critiquers well, first off, i'd like peopple to comment more on the content behind it, rather than the superficious ...

thank you all, especially Charliebo, who's reply i found most helpful... and i think i will change it too "whilst" thank you. I guess i shouldnt be surprised that nobody ...

Candles all raised high, against the growing dark. The fire in our eyes, the fire in our hearts. The passion of the hour, may yet withstand the night. And don't ...

ha ha, I loved this poem, a couple mechanical errors, but i'll let others correct them. it was good, you could easilty tell, i think the point you were trying ...

Life's young beauty dancing, to a slow, soft tune. Thou art forever young, but death comes all too soon. To die whilst not alone, is measured not in gold.