Virgil

This is my first sestina ever. It took quite a bit of time for me to write, but I feel good about writing a poem this long. I was kind ...

loose change - Twenty-three with a spade, i dig into the dew-covered earth at nightfall. the sun, plunging into its temporary grave, the sunshine slipping off the peaks of mountains ...

I see you're playing catch-up! I like the fifth poem especially, and I'm glad you've decided to hop on the NaPo train!

Welcome to the site, Kaito! How did you come across YWS, if I may ask? Anyways, if you have any questions, feel free to ask me or anyone else with ...

I love the whole concept of space that you're taking on at the moment and it kind of reminds me of the one time we all got 'Sevens Ways to ...

Your third, fifth, and sixth poems are lovely and I want to eat them all up. Especially the third one, but they're all strong pieces. I like how there's an ...

parachute of stars, did you see how i lay my heart out on the landing, palpitations brewing (acid) rain because you were the boy with the sun for a voice ...

Bonfire - Twenty-two we sit around the bonfire, criss-cross applesauce and in a ritual. we take to our nightmares with a metal skewer, letting them char in the brisk fire. ...

closure - Number Twenty-one i. If there is a God, then he must be a cruel one, at least by nature. they say that happiness is bliss and it's true. ...

This one is @Lumi inspired as he is the one who picked the prompt in the jam (we were all to pick a word and then write on the word ...

Okay, I love the poems #3-6, and especially three due to the unique and powerful imagery, which is an aspect of poetry I always love. The ending is the cherry ...

Nightingale - Number Nineteen with your first steps into the shallow creek comes an exodus of fish diverging in all directions. you squeeze the soft sediment with your toes in ...

Calico - Number Eighteen A calico resides in the shadows, lapping up water from a puddle, sandpaper tongue weathering away at its matted fur. Its penumbra menacing on the wall ...

o: I remember that! I'm glad you got something out of it! I enjoy this poem quite a bit, actually, I think it fits the prompt well.

Your poetry cannot be described as anything less of lovely.