worthless

Hullo marms! Cat here to review this lovely poem in the spirit of review day! Okay then, here we go!

First, let's go through your poem together (Anything in bold is my comments/suggestions/grammar help):

Hey marms, it's the friendly neighborhood memory coming at you for a review.

It's a fairly short poem which is great but it could be better with a little more imagery. Though i have the feeling you more or less posted this to get some feelings out because I do get a lot of emotions from the little bit of poem that i do have here right in front of me.

I do want you to know however that you're writings are beautiful even if they never make it from your brain to paper or computer. Never put your sense of self worth on the basis of your writings because if it came down to it, you're worth more than anyone else could ever write.

My inbox is always open for you. Keep on writing <3

~Mem

Hello Izzy here for a review!
This poem would be easier to review, as Arcticus pointed out, if it had more to read.
It is short and good but also I understand the way you view poetry.
keep writing!
Izzy

Hey there marms, Arcticus here with a review-y something.

For me, a poem is easier to review if it consists of a number of ideas and concepts that I can work with, because that way I can make recommendations about how to transition from one to the next, how to improve the poem as a whole and what part of the poem needs more work. This poem, however, is minimalist and brief. Which is fine, but there's not much to be said about it. It describes a single concept embodied in one sentence. The narrator tells us how poetry is her voice, her only language. It's a confession, it's a personal disclosure. But as a poem, it's too short to be reviewed in the conventional way that a poem is usually reviewed.

But apart from that, the vibe of this reminded me of the time when I used to keep a journal. Back then, on some nights, I would be too tired to write a full fledged entry for the day. So, instead of writing something lengthy and prosaic, I would simply pen down a really small poem to capture how the day went. Those weren't the most eloquent poems, but if I read them today, they would make me nostalgic, because they were effortless little nuggets of emotion. It's hard to review poems like those. Their meaning lies in the moment they've captured and they are best understood by the poet themselves. This sounds like one of those poems. It is a diary entry, it's not good or bad, it is what it is. Its charm comes from the fact that it means something to you and it made you feel a certain way when you wrote it.

I hope this takes it out of the Green Room! Keep writing.

Best,
Arc.