ZanyPlebeian

This has become one of my favorite poems on the site. I've read it again and again. The potency of it is captured in the final line. That final line ...

Ode to John Keats Several days after having read "Ode on a Grecian Urn." John Keats nudged my shoulder this morning softly; I grumbled about the hour and looked out ...

I think (and hope) you were going for humor here, but I didn't find it funny. I think any kid in my English class could have written it in five ...

Mmm..I liked this. I really like the form. It started off really strong, but sort of got bogged down in its prosaic nature later on. I used to write poetry ...

The title was a good one for the piece. I liked reading it, but it wasn't terribly fresh to me.

I felt this piece was too love-letter-like and hard for me to accept. I understood clearly what you were saying, but I didn't really understand why the poem needed to ...

I really enjoyed this. My only advice is to not over-write it at points. "Sweet susurrus secrets are heard through the tacit night air" comes to mind.

[A single sailor walks into a tavern immediately after he landed alone on his ship at port. He has a thick Scotch accent.] Sailor: Give me a shot a'your finest ...

Baby Blue Rosary Fell asleep with my rosary baby blue, tied around a belt loop; not tired—no sleep around— only the lava—the glowing, burning, fiery though soon to be stone ...

I enjoyed the 2nd through 4th haikus, but the first one struck me as odd. It was as if you were telling us something very obvious and I, personally, didn't ...

Ooo! This one really interested me. It had a very classic feel to it (which I love, if it is done well.) I can only praise it for how is ...

I didn't really enjoy this one. To me, it just seemed like another love poem that just tried too hard. I don't know how to explain it better than that...I ...

"tinted teenage arrogant" I may just be weird, but I don't like the word "teenage" except in the rarest of places. And this isn't one of them, for me. Otherwise, ...

Incandescence- Part of the idea of this poem, especially the final stanza, is that it is inconsistent. The world, especially the world of the mind , is often very contradictory ...

[untitled] Once, I walked along the shores of Lake Superior, on the cradled, massaged, thrown & ancient stones, barefoot in April, scarcely a fortnight since Winter's end. The waves were ...