Lunasol21

To be honest, this seems a bit more like freewriting then genuine poetry. However, it does have a rhythm to it and poetic language in places. Just remember that a ...

Very confusing yet captivating..sounds like freewriting, though. If you took the ideas from this poem and created a new one, it would be a very beautiful piece. I find myself ...

This is a very angry poem...the lines where you (or whomever the speaker is) say you have the right to mock someone because they are human really caught my attention. ...

This poem has a very odd rhythm, but I like it. Everyone can relate to this whether it's about a friend, family member, or lover.. This poem really personifies that ...

[...] home . [...] light , [...] dome . [...] wander . [...] hands , [...] longer . [...] fields , [...] towns . [...] found . [...] friends , ...

It’s funny how I can feel so nauseous After such an experience. My stomach is lurching, Singing, groaning , Over and over again Inside me . Nothing I do can ...

Not my typical style...just bored and wanted something new. This is unedited, so tear it apart if you must! I haven't been writing very well lately. Trees drip in diamond ...

Doesn't make particular sense, but I was watching the movie today while painting and began to read the book again (for the tenth time). It's just a bit of freewriting ...

The only suggestion I have is to find a synonym for the word visage. The word just seems to disrupt the flow to me... Other than that, I really love ...

Great poem, the rhythm and rhyme really led up to a great ending. This is the only thing I would change, though. Only to give the poem more emphasis. broken ...

When the Pearly Gates will not let them pass And the flames of Hell are out of their grasp , The dark world of Limbo's shore awaits them. Blind Poltergeist ...

I don't usually have the patience to read such long poems, or the interest to read them for that matter, but this poem was captivating. Your language and imagery gave ...

the chimes are ladders of glass, music climbing their rungs as the sparrow flicks his wings, hovering breathless in the flowerbox and cocking his head at our fingerprints like cobwebs ...

Again, I absolutely love the idea. I just wish the entries were longer and a little more clear, even if the grammar is for style. You could do so much ...

At night I look to the sky, Trying to find some light But the stars and moons Mean nothing to me They don’t lighten my endless night They can’t penetrate ...