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slippery roots, wood spongy and pelted with moss, teaparty I misread pelted the first time as the verb rather than the adjective, which led, let me tell you, to quite ...

I really have nothing useful to say because god, I love this. I love the narrator, and everything that goes utterly unsaid, and the imagery which is outlined but not ...

The grass leaks With emerald-green light Drop the with, and come up with a different word than emerald -- most grass isn't emerald green really. I do like the idea ...

When all of life is darkness, And I can't find a glimpse of light, When troubles seem unending, And hatred clouds my sight, Unoriginal, but very good rhythm, except for ...

The cunning use of reverse psychology to lure in the reader is the best part of this, not gonna lie. You need to play around a little more with some ...

As a poem, it's not a bad poem; there are some surprisingly nice turns of phrase, and hints of deeper meanings, la dee da, perhaps not intentional but then reading ...

Memorize a box of pictures Polaroids, ill exposed Dated haircuts and specks of sunlight Captured in tender observation. I read the first three lines, pleased but not too impressed, and ...

fuzzyhead – it looks like you just woke up, griping, stripping up through the layered slumber, exiting like a baby. This stanza. I adore it. I think I'd prefer bedhead ...

Thick ...sighs, So, I have to say, I do not understand the first line here. The ladled rust asphalt with sighs, specifically. As in the ladled rust (nom nom nom ...

The idea of this is pretty brilliant, and there are some lovely, lovely lines. But I did find myself, at the end, wishing for more concrete imagery - something beyond ...

That? Was brilliant . At this point I realize I'm just repeating everyone else, but seriously, this poem was a joy to read and, I'd guess, say, since I could ...

I enjoyed that a great deal. This day is gilt in silver, where once the light was gold, And all around me minute droplets hang upon the cold. Its shimmering ...

Way to, um, tear down religion without giving any evidence for what you are, theoretically, advocating. The foundation for this poem is flawed. Do you mean it as a purely ...

Hm. When I was done reading this poem, I felt cheated. It was a perfectly good starting point, but the imagery was sparse, the slightly inverted common sayings weak; the ...

Hmm. I like your writing well enough, but I... kind of hate your narrator. I mean, not hate, of course, I don't hate children - who, me? *shifty eyes* - ...