Warrior Princess

Wow, I like this. This is really good, really powerful. You're imagery was brilliant, your description lovely--well, I think RhaniGrace sums it up pretty well. It made me think of ...

Well I think guitargirl has pretty much covered the grammatical and structural errors and typos, so I'll skip the mundanities (is that even a word?) and get straight to the ...

Holy Mother of God. That was probably the most incredible poem I have read this year. I...I honestly don't know where to start. It was nuts, obviously, but that's what ...

Wow...this was kind of beautiful. Very touching, the boy writing a letter to his lost love from heaven. I like how you show all his painful emotions in the letter, ...

Well, the intent is good, and of course the meaning is true as ever, but the presentation was slightly blase. It wasn't really different from the countless other times I've ...

Oh, my dear. It's quite likely you won't even read this review since you've already gotten so many and are probably no longer watching it like a hawk to see ...

Okay, this poem made about as much sense as my 11-year-old brother's subconcious ravings when he talks in his sleep. I LOVED IT!!!!!!!!!!!

Well, I must say I liked this very much, you have a very interesting story going here. The voice shift was all jacked up but I'm sure you can fix ...

Stella is a sixteen-year-old girl who has just returned from a football game. She starts out writing the story in her diary, but eventually gets caught up in her own ...

Welcome to the room The door shuts Click Almost dark The dolls smile Broken bodies Broken minds Little animals stare mournfully Mouths sewn shut Cold as fear No windows Where ...

Oh, I can completely relate to this poem. I'm an obsessive pianist myself, have been playing for eight years and have reveled in every minute of it. Fabulous imagery! No ...

"I love you," I whispered, Holding your picture Close to my heart; And I wished on a star For one single chance, One shot at romance, But you seemed so ...

Despite being a writer, and a poet at that, I can't express in words how sorry I am for what happened to you, and to your friend. I know how ...

In the dark before dawn, The sleeping morning of Christmas Eve, Even with my face pressed close To the frosty glass, I can't see the star. There's no star, and ...

I figured I might have to explain this....ilyaeelz seemed to be the only one who caught on a little to the poem's double meaning. It's actually the polar opposite of ...