dante93

The people above think this poem fluctuates to much and cannot identify a voice, but I disagree. I can clearly see a voice here, and I certainly understand the message. ...

I actually made the poem internal on purpose. It is internal because that is part of my style. Thanks for the suggestion, but i do read a lot of poetry.

At last the light's rays have shined down upon me. The cold's embrace has gone. I am no longer the hideous soul I despise. In the mirror eternal I can ...

I do not know if you caught this, but your rhyming is a bit off, between the first and second stanza it changes. I like the idea, but you need ...

The night the Furies came my heart sank. Deeper into hell I went. Deeper into sorrow I fell. What news is worse than that of death? O great spirits spare ...

I like the poem the way it is. thanks for trying to help, but ive already sent it off to a magizine and its getting published. yay.

The wind moves quickly around you, faster as time goes by. Fear no longer grips you. Only happiness. The sky above you And the sea below you An infinite realm ...

This poem is good. I like how short it is compared to many others that drag out the effects of slavery. Not to say those are bad ideas, I just ...

First, I would like to say that this title is also the title for the first chapter of my first novel. It is almost finished, the first draft, and will ...

Swaying between two worlds, one conscious, on unconscious. I am a ghost between tow realities, living two lives. One in light, one in darkness. One half of me is innocent, ...

I got the idea from Dante's Inferno originally form several cantos within it. I wanted to create a poem inspired from that, only twisted to the person at its center ...

Thanks. Don't worry. If you want to you can write something negative if it is constructive. Thanks for your comment though. The only reason I wrote this is because of ...

A place of bliss, perfect serenity. There is no mystery here. I control this place. A vicious realm which I call my home. Twisted bodies, contorted into shapes no man ...

I like this poem, especially since I just posted one on this same topic. It is a chilling thought indeed that few follow pure desire rather than what reason tells ...

thanks.