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“John?” he whispered sadly, as if moaning only to the mellowed wind. He didn't raise his eyes from the culled dirt beneath his bare feet, too afraid of nothing to ...

Heaven is an orchard, Though the trees that reside there Bear no fruit. Man swirls by clothed only in mist, Fog tingling at heels, Arms free to catch what is ...

I liked this...a little. I thought it a bit bland and unoriginal (because, really, reading it I could hear the same words I had heard million times bouncing around in ...

Hail comes down in dissatisfied splashes. I watch from a distance with liqoured eyes as they catch, clinging to your bare shoulders. You don't smile, though you blink, meaning I ...

Hey, this was pretty awesome. Not saying it was perfect (and really--who am I to judge? Have you read my work? ;)) but, I enjoyed the rich wealth of imagery ...

Hiiii there! :) Could you review my poem?: Please and thank you! ;) ~Horseradish

Could I possibly get a review on this poem?: THANK YOU!!! *hugs and kisses* Hahaha. P.S. I love A Very Potter Musical too! :D

The moon hovers above a crater that was born from my wavering fist, as your spiked caramel hair creates a halo, your blanketed fingers carved sweetly into a twist. I ...

I am lost within a dream, my hands clasped to keep the light out, My green eyes cracked to see the least possible, To keep my childish ideals safe. my ...

He: His nose, A blonde bud of flesh, Twinkled and twitched beneath his ebony eyebrows As my heart went silent. He said nothing, Smirking with belittlement to himself over a ...

Hi, I kind of liked the idea of this poem--unrequited love--a lovely but boring idea. It's been used many times, like Firestarter said before me. Really, this poem didn't catch ...

Sew

Chronic; Your hair has become ice And my welcome fingers butter, Running numbly through your chipped tendrils, Catching pieces as they fall. Snow clips, preciously cradled between tightly drawn Cap ...

Hi, I loved the weary feeling that oozes from this poem--it's magical--and reminds me sadly of someone I've lost... So good work on that, heh. I didn't like how the ...

Imagine; I'm tangled up between her Magnanimous, chilling legs. Face Pressed comparably to the earth, Nose only smelling what God himself created. My lovely Navajo eyes see nothing As she ...