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Ah, good. Thank you, whence. =D

Ah, thank you all very much! You don't know how happy it makes me to know you all enjoyed my poem. =] McMourning, I have a reason for having "letting ...

She clutched the tiny seed in fist in hopes that it would not be missed. But grasping tight, not letting go, suppressed its noble need to grow. So there within ...

I was distracted from the actual message because of the mistakes I found regarding rhyme, flow, and grammar. The fact that there are only two words that are capitalized kind ...

This is cute. I felt like there was some missing punctuation in places, though. Pretty basic message. It's almost like the title gives it away, though. Like the poem just ...

The imagery is of a spider actually inside of a person ... the chest being a human chest, not like a treasure chest. The poem is about how love ends ...

It can't exactly stand alone, but it's good in structure, rhythm, and flow. =]

Within the chest, they erupt from their silken cribs, Weaving withered webs of want amongst these fragile ribs. In time, the quaint strings quiver, Calling them to kill. And creeping ...

There was hysterical laughter flooding from the hearse and into the deserted streets. The vehicle was camouflaged by the darkness while the trademarks of the city shone violently against the ...

Alright, let me start by saying that I liked it. If it had more rythm/structure, I would LOVE it. The last line kind of bothered me just because I'm a ...

I really like this. I couldn't find much flaw in the actual content. It's definitely original. I love the descriptions at the end. The quote, "I don't care if you ...

This is good. I love the diction and the rhyme, though some rhymes seem forced, like in the fourth and fifth couplets. There didn't seem to be much of a ...

The lights on the vanity shone with a powerful but kind glow, softly reflecting off her face’s smooth features. She gently patted blush onto her bare cheeks, accentuating her pale ...

Ah, thank you both very much! I really appreciate the feedback, and I'll definitely try to fix that third stanza. =]

The midpoint of the coldest month - when gardens suffocate. The snowballs plummet fiercely down on chaos they create. I notice everyone I know is digging through the white And ...