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See how we rustle and press like two rainbow snakes we coil into each other's flaws our scales, now truculent and soft can barely hold their form - sealed in ...

My! This poem teems with emotion. I don't know whether it was the short, choppy structure, or the desolate setting (I loved the lone bird flying by!). Anyways, this left ...

A reflection on my favourite statue ever, Michelangelo's Pieta - just in time for Easter. Once, you winged His shoulderblade; Once, you bore a king. Now you must hold His ...

RIP Juddy. __________________________________________________________________________ Juddy, It hasn't rained once since you died. Strange, since the heavens should have already split their roiling se

Hey! I really liked this! The poem may not have a running plot, or a clear-cut moral...but I felt like you were trying to convey a fleeting moment, a certain ...

Loved this! i could feel what you were writing about on my tongue as you wrote - it was AWESOME. I applaud the strength of your imagery! About the so-called ...

Hello! I agree, this poem is so powerful! You've really managed to write about drug addiction (so often written about!) in a way that strikes the reader as totally unique. ...

Gosh, this poem is entertaining! I love the way you've altered the language to make it so uniquely coyboy, and I think you've really succeeded. Its such an oeiginal idea ...

Trapped in corners of a desert night, she feels a message on the wind - whispers of a sinless boy come to free her of her sins; already she longed ...

I really loved this poem. The personification of Death was extremely powerful. The use of brackets was original and added to the shock factor. I disagree that you used to ...

Hallo Everyone! My name is Sopher, I'm new, and I love to write! Haha and despite that sentence I enjoy any creative writing that is original and individual. Look forward ...

thanks for the tips!

Amelia, They’ve found another way To push the needle into the hay To carve what they won’t say Into your skin. Amelia, They’ve cocked the gun, and eaten the key ...