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  • Other Poetry Re: Slow Down

    I must agree with Inertia - this poem feels bland despite the meaning behind it. Perhaps with a slight elaboration, or with a bit more emotion shining through, this could ...

    Apr 26, 2006
  • Other Poetry Re: Baby Blue Rosary

    the glowing, burning, fiery though soon to be stone lava of wakefulness. the glowing, burning, fire, though soon to be stone, lava of wakefulness ...or something like that. because what ...

    Apr 26, 2006
  • Other Poetry Re: Four Haikus

    The first one isn't an haiku by rhythm patterns, and it's also a bit repetitive: Majestic horses ok...that's good. there are horses Stampede if you come near still good - ...

    Apr 26, 2006
  • Dramatic Poetry Re: Retardation and My School Day

    I agree that the situations of your day and you life at this time are pressurizing. These are great insults, but is this actually a poem? It seems as if, ...

    Apr 26, 2006
  • Dramatic Poetry Re: My father's leave (revision)

    This was beautiful. I loved all of this, and could relate almost painstakingly to the last stanza. It moved me a lot, I can feel the speaker's emotions as well ...

    Apr 26, 2006
  • Dramatic Poetry Re: i wonder

    No person could sooth me quite right any more, For that someone who could long since passed through my door. Was I such a trifle that he could not stay? ...

    Apr 26, 2006
  • Dramatic Poetry Re: Canned Never-Will-Be

    A relationship is molded by the first few keystrokes Early games determine life and death and now that I'm so far in I doubt I can become a Jesus for ...

    Apr 26, 2006
  • Dramatic Poetry Re: A love unforgotten

    I agree with the above comments. The lines continued to get shorter and forced and awkward as the poem went on, until I came to the point that the ending ...

    Apr 25, 2006
  • Dramatic Poetry Re: Science Dates and Philosophy

    I had scribbled the date on the pink of my palm and a week later I can still hear your heavy breathing, blowing nervousness into my chest The tension builds ...

    Apr 24, 2006
  • Other Poetry Re: philadelphia

    “ did you ever notice that the most precious people have raisin hands, scars on their bodies & souls, and nothing to show for it ?” fix the quotations, and ...

    Apr 24, 2006
  • Dramatic Poetry Re: Winged Beauties of revenge - Hear our prayers

    Causing devastation, destruction and Death! the exclamation point makes it seem a bit over dramatic. all in all, this poem has a prophet-y and ancient feeling to it, which is ...

    Apr 24, 2006
  • Other Poetry Re: That unexpected kiss

    You come in on drumbeat Casual in black and gray Forged in darkness, the ring you bear Has a silver inscription, twisting the fine lines Of our friendship into love, ...

    Apr 23, 2006
  • Dramatic Poetry Re: accoustic heart

    This was beautiful - not only can I relate to the speaker, but I am moved by what was said here. Your imagery is beautiful, your words forceful and full ...

    Apr 23, 2006
  • Dramatic Poetry Re: Angel, All this time.

    I'm glad you messaged me to tell me you changed this. In this new form, I find it ten times more easier to read. If you ever linger over this ...

    Apr 23, 2006
  • Dramatic Poetry Re: Morbid Insulation

    Okay - I'm a line break fiend, so this sort of irks me. Another thing - Ink. Drips. Down. how about this - "Ink drips down." it's the same effect, ...

    Apr 22, 2006


It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats—the hobbit was fond of visitors. The tunnel wound on and on, going fairly but not quite straight into the side of the hill —The Hill, as all the people for many miles round called it—and many little round doors opened out of it, first on one side and then on another.
— JRR Tolkien