popatemyheart1994

I forgive you not, Athena. For what you've done to me. An unbearable decay of skin and blood, a walking Gorgan corpse. Feared by all. It was not my fault, ...

It drips, A travelling circus of blood cells and metal. Magnesium and iron. I'm bionic to the bone. It looks so vivid, a liquefied ruby. Just think, how much a ...

The blood of my children is smeared on my hands. Hera, divine and cruel. You will not rest until my body is frozen, grounded and gone. Until you hear my ...

A rope, A gun, poison or knife. Whatever was needed to take my life. There was no angel to account for, not even a knighthood boy, to save me from ...

I watch deep from the shadows as you dance with her. A crumbling love we once cherished is in the wind, Ash, salt or sand - it's blown away. You ...

Like a rotting corpse in the Earth, There is little I can do. A vicious disease, it cleans me free of bone, tissue and hair. Barely sustaining me. There is ...

Utterly two minds imprisoned by one another. Both own a key but neither wish to hand it over. Do we love for safety? A sense of knowing? An existence where ...

I love the idea! It's a bit weird but aI love it. You make me laugh honestly! I like what you've got here, but looking at it I can see ...

Couture is no more as he commits the final sacrilege You spelt sacrilage wrong My heart torn by jealousy itself This doesn't make much sense to the reader but I ...

Hi Caramel! I'm made up your posting work! Scanning this I know why you wrote this obviously, and because of the situation I can appreciate how much the meaning of ...

Hi my names matt and pop ate my heart. I'll be reviewing this for you today! Just to say this poem really caught my ye, so I hope you like ...

“I finally know why I’m leaving.” I love this line. Jumps straight into the poem. Then with scissors she tinged the thread. We laid the quilt in the coffin, bowing ...

Cliche much? Yes I'm aware. She let him be an escape from all her pain and grief his solicitous words and soft whisperings lulling her gently to sleep He was ...

But, soon my hand quickens. I am unstoppable, my anger escaping through the ink. I love this poem beacuse it was so specific and straight to the point. You didn't ...

There is absolutly no constructive advice I can give you for this as you obviously write amazing poetry! It is so sad and heartfelt and I could tell you meant ...