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The bird in my chest Is thrusting Against the ivory Of my rib cage The noise Of its fear Unables my thoughts I think you mean "disables" And I Sounds ...

I thought this poem was going to be rather cliché, but you blew my mind. Very awesome! I didn't really understand the poem until I started to get towards the ...

I love the way you talk to anyone, Do you have to talk to her I love the way you love animals, you know I'm allergic to fur I love ...

She strolls around On little paws Not seeing us eye to eye, But feeling us heart to heart. This is my favorite line. She may have a tail, She may ...

I’m like a hurricane. Raging through the valleys, Wreaking havoc and destruction On anything that crosses my path. I’m like a bolt of lightning. Anger flashes without warning. I fry ...

I’ve spent the last four years with sand under my tongue and waves breaking in my ears. Lovely imagery! I’d say it was worth it if I could look you ...

Ok, I really don't see how this is about tolerance/intolerance, but other than that it's pretty good. You follow her, Even though you see the things she does when her ...

I had an eerie sensation reading this poem. Your thought process seems to be very similar to mine it seems. It was an awesome feeling, and I like the poem. ...

I can't help but think that there really isn't much to this poem. A simple statement of thoughts without much else. Sing. Sing in praises of our wonderful Lord. One ...

This was a really cool poem. The main thing that I would have to say is that you should add punctuation; you seemed to have completely ignored it in this ...

I don't know why you say you suck at poetry, this is actually really good. I tend to like very image heavy poems, but you have made an exception. I ...

There comes a sadness deep within, That sings a solemn tune, Tiptoes oh-so-sneakily, Like silky sudden poison. Using this kind of description messes with my head in a good way, ...

A shaking brings us to our knees, This is my kind of line! Awesome. Cries escaping from our mouths, Asking where our God above is During this painful, deathly hour. ...

We’re not bound by blood, We were separated at birth. You’re my unrelated sister, And we always share mirth. I would dive into the darkest This seems kind of cliche, ...

I really like this, although it confused me a little bit. I enjoy poetry that gives me a visual impression rather than a conscious one. In that respect, good on ...