talkingbird

thanks! actually poetry traditionally is supposed to have the first letter of every line capitalized, but it's optional if it's contemporary; it's kind of just a habit for me, i ...

Wow. This was simply amazing. That is all!

A poem in response to one of the sayings my mom says to much. It's short My mom once told me 'Without your health You have nothing' or something Like ...

EXCUSE the choppiness/awkwardness/everything else in my poem, it's a work in progress. It's written short sections. Not my favorite poem........ honestly, i don't like it very much, I'll try to ...

This is REALLY good. It's like, actually a really beautiful poem. My only thing is that there are a few vague antecedents, and I mean the reader will get it, ...

A poem inspired by a quote because I lack originality. I wasn't at the funeral, But I still mourn the death twelve years After the tragedy. Not all of us ...

All I have to say is that I love this. So much. ahhh. ok. I might come back later to give you feedback but right now I just see what ...

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I really like this, it sounds really professional... like very some-poet-I-can't-remember-the-name-of-lol-sorry-esque. Very few people can make the rhyming thing work, so good job! I actually didn't e

Ah I know... I've been trying to work on it, sorry! The choppiness was kind of intentional though... because for the last two weeks I've been really disoriented and dazed ...

So, I'm really not sure if I like this (at all)... but here we go anywaysss... When you forget how to remember Or if you only ever held one memory ...

There is Pushing and wanting, and then There is Simply wanting. Ghosts with flesh Decorate themselves With wooden eyes And push away cities While wandering city streets For winterless blankets. ...

Thanks! Really? Whenever I don't capitalize I get a million comments from people saying I should! I personally don't like the way it looks either but people kept on telling ...

A poem about the past two weeks... Too much, Too little, Still overwhelmed. Thinking And the absence Of everything, Of anything, And thoughts. Pitted chests Are no cure For distended ...

Part of a bunch of poems inspired by uncommon strangers Dreams on pause And patience wrung, Dripping with Purell. Same goes for patients And you, With the piercing. I can ...