Leja

Immediate impression: zoh my gosh, I love the title :D And there was a moment paused within the inhale ^ nice! You whispered winter, clutching build the stone-work of the ...

The season of love Has come again Yet I still find myself Trapped inside my frozen heart This seems to be the general idea of your poem so I don't ...

So much sand imagery is spent dealing with the idea of time. I think it would be interesting if you picked something else, something uncommon: maybe blades of grass, or ...

There are alot of things being dealt with here. In the first stanza alone, there are thoughts of calm, loneliness, maybe a bit of nostalgia, but what do any of ...

This is written in such a lovely style. I like it alot. I think that the stanzas could be better grouped, so that it's not so much two lines, then ...

This poem confuses me to no end because the imagery and references seem all over the place, in my opinion. I think they could be a little more focused? You ...

There is nothing special happening here; it appears only as a description of a violin, and I think that's all it was intended to be. While some poetry can hold ...

There's something about it, like a dead man's bony fingers on his coffin lid, that slips through me, ^ lovely image! :D I didn't like how it was followed by ...

Poems written for people are difficult for the author to be objective about. Here, we have a long list of reassurances, that the narrator will always be there presumably for ...

There are alot of things happen -ing in the first stanza, but I can't see where it's going. The repetition in the third stanza annoyed me after a few lines ...

My biggest problem was the metaphor used. Breeze and wind is always described everywhere as speaking, or whispering, or singing, or caressing. But think: do you hear the breeze as ...

This seems more of a rant than a well-thought out expression of emotion. While poetic prose and prosaic poetry exists, the block of text in rigid sentence structure puts me ...

Personally, I think it sounds more ramble-y than poetic: I mean, I did take five peoples lives, I did blow up a bus. I did kidnapped a child. [side note: ...

I adore the way you write, Imp, a lovely mix of action and description. Watch out for sentences like these, though: "With a glance over his shoulder,the slight young man ...

All in all, I don't see much of a purpose for this poem. My mind glazed over the repeated questions, and once you take those away, not much is happening, ...