KnightlyAngel09

Hey. I'm Nixie, nice to meet ya. Haha. I laughed aloud when I read your last line. Couldn't agree more. I really like this poem. It falls into the genre ...

haha.:) I'm Pinay too.:) whereabouts are you? I looove Austen. Dickens-- sometimes. haha. He's uphill work. A Christmas Carol is my 2nd favorite story of all time though. If you ...

Some guy asked me out today, got some cheap roses in his hands and cheaper words on his tongue. Thinking he’d cover up the callousness of his all too thin ...

Hey.:) I love this. A smile made of cloudy daysBrought more syrup to my heartThan the chocolate-coated promisesThat had turned me into a diabetic. My favorite lines. Hmm... I've nothing ...

Hey.:) I won't even try to critique this. I love it too much. I'll only say that you should run it on spellcheck because there were some typos. oh, well ...

Hey.:) I won't even try to critique this. I love it too much. I'll only say that you should run it on spellcheck because there were some typos. oh, well ...

My friend, you have to make some reviews. It's site policy to review others' works before you post.:) Anyway, I'll try to help out with this one. This was very ...

Hey. First of all, I love you avatar. Penguins.

What care I for shining tresses, Long, dark rivers flowing free? Oh, I’ve got a knack for swimming, But only in the open sea. What care I for eyes that ...

Hey. Well, hmm... I still think you're one of my favorite poets on here. This sounds almost like an anthem when I read it. There's a way you write that ...

Miss ______, I know that from you of all people, I deserve no good will. In this incident, I have wronged many, yet no one more so than you. Over ...

Hello.:) This is beautiful. I love how you personified the changing of the seasons, likened them to the expressions on a person's face. And also how you turned the gestures ...

Silent as the clouds above, In all that fluffed up glamour; She strides across the dark blue sky, Showering in ardor. And all that look upon her face, Go blind ...

It's a beautiful poem. I really loved reading this. curled up at the window sill, ghosts— each a small piece of you— fall from parted lips and rest on the ...

We were reduced to nothing more than airy globes that barely twinkled while the earth below was washed in darkness. We were contented at being pretty and winking at mortals ...