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A lovely work, but every stanza is disconnected, there's no flow. It's like trying to understand a voicemail message riddled with static, getting the main message, but you ran the ...

You have some turn-off word choices here that, if cut and replaced with something more suited and original, could improve the poem's quality tenfold. For example: black heart, unforgiving, ill, ...

it hurts to think thinking brings salty crystal drips tracing paths down my cheek and a million insecurities take over i never meant to feel this way i remember licking ...

given that there, the only consequence sloshes in beer bottles and your basement flat reeks of your loneliness. The entire poem is filled with bustle, the lonely humans surrounded by ...

The tenses in this poem are distracting. Firstly, future tense is extremely irritating. I can only stand to hear "will" so often. Some stanzas are future, others present. I think ...

The magician drinks quietly alone at the back of the bar. I hate how the fourth word of this poem is quietly, which is your typical droll adverb. I feel ...

Out of the well-oiled body churning gold-wrought wavering circles in the grey-greeny The crackle-paint feet are revving, teary-eyed sunset of froth. I think it explains itself. Beautiful imagery, thou

For a haiku, I like it. My favorite aspect of it is how you incorporated "she", after the comma, on the same line. I realize this was for the reason ...

Life isn't a very catchy title. Angered, filed with fear I believe you mean "filled". Don't start every stanza the same. I know you were going for repetitive tactics, but ...

He’s out now. But still, he’s trapped inside his mind. It was an accident. But how can he be forgiven? These last two lines could be combined into one sentance. ...

I love the entire thing, beautiful imagery, and I think the word "lurch" just made my day. My only suggestion is to work on your trasitions. As you see you ...

I agree with Snoink, it sound exceedingly feminine. I also am unsure why you choose "brother", as usually the father figure is the favorite, since it tends to have more ...

I hear knocking at the door. Perfect. You're right on time. A catchy beginning. I lead you into the room. No need for small talk. Small talk? I think there ...

The melodic whispers of the swaying reeds, drunk on the dew that hangs from budding leaves. This sentance has no action, and I am not one to critisize fragments in ...

in open air markets [s]and[/s] five o’clock shadows fell onto precocious cheeks. The two topics proposed here are unrelated, and seeing as the rest of the poem is abrupt language ...