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I wrote the title for this poem and then came up with something totally different from what I had originally intended, so in that way the title is open to ...

I actually wrote a complete story from this finishing it about June last year, but it was for a school project and decidely average. Reading over parts of it make ...

Age Two scenes unfold, before us gathered here, Two men shuffling forward on tired quests, Two lives which were marred by a fateful fear, Two people out to do only ...

It's a bit of strange poem, and its not all in old English just parts. Critique away . The beauty of her body, Far surpasses the hatred in thy soul. ...

We were told to encorperate platitudes into our poem (platitudes basically being overused, useless statements) and this is what I came up with. I hope you enjoy, A Selfish Man. ...

An introduction for something that I'm hoping to make into a short story. Criticism always appreciated. A man sat on and old and faded green armchair, his dull brown eyes ...

Here is a revision of the poem I posted not too long ago. I hope I've taken in any and all of the suggestions that you offered. Comments always appreciated, ...

My first attempt at writing a villanelle, please tell me what you think. Through the thick grass and falling rain, I slip trying to make a quick escape. On my ...

Just so you all know, I haven't written any free verse before so please be nice. Also I realise the rhythm is a little off, I will try and work ...

Providentially, he was potentially, Enamoured by the glamour Of his near flawless stammer, Till the words he spun changed, substantially. Sneeringly the lies were spat from his tongue, Conjuring long ...

I don't normally write pieces like this, so any criticism is welcomed. It's not quite finished yet, but I wanted some people's thoughts before I continue. The white walls and ...

Woe, surging like some misbegotten wave, Wrenchingly ripping the limpets Of Sanity; Insanity’s slave, That clung to the craggy surface. Torturously tearing through my mind, Self Doubt jams into the ...

Pearly tears course down her face And fine hair flaunts across her back. The wintry smile fades from her mouth, Pinch cheeked, red and blushing. Tenderness ghosts my features Forever, ...

I posted a slightly different version of this quite a while back, it is slightly edited and far from completely finished. Any and all thoughts are appreciated. Woe, surging like ...

First of all, I'd like to say a thank you to those of you who critiqued the last poem that I posted, Woe. Your comments were much appreciated and I ...

It stretched the length of life, an epitaph to thoughts. A monument to ingenuity that scaled the clouds Of luminescent glory – A gentle culler of the land and redoubt ...