Warm Milk

Kazey here for a review!

I found this poem quite haunting. You gave vivid yet simple descriptions of the most mundane of things, and I think that's what created this haunting, captivating voice that held my attention for the whole poem. I love the juxtaposition (if you can call it that) of the warm milk with the coldness and cruelty of insomnia. That really helped drive home the poem.


Just a very minor critique.

I toss and I turn, hoping those thoughts

Will fall out of my ears but they stay running.

It was slightly less "warm" than I had expected, but over all, a well worded and very relatable poem. I always turn to a warm glass of milk at night when I'm stressed, and insomnia takes over. I had thought that this poem would focus just a little more on the warmth and satisfaction of the milk itself, but this is very nice too. Well done! Keep going.

It was slightly less "warm" than I had expected, but over all, a well worded and very relatable poem. I always turn to a warm glass of milk at night when I'm stressed, and insomnia takes over. I had thought that this poem would focus just a little more on the warmth and satisfaction of the milk itself, but this is very nice too. Well done! Keep going.

Hi there. Review time! Oh and before I begin, you made me laugh because I didn't recognize Urie in your profile pic at first, haha.

So overall, I thought your poem was quite nice, being an occasional insomniac myself.

This part here, (I have got to learn the quote code!)

I quickly pour the calming potion.
The sweetest cold juice runs warm as it
Slowly carousels around in the microwave.
The subtle hum like a lullaby of rest.

is my favorite stanza. The imagery talks of something somewhat mundane, but the way you describe it gives the scene a very calming allure.
As does your other descriptions of the haunting 'unable to close your eyes' trauma. I tend to complicate my descriptions because I like detail, but your simple yet somehow intricately careful description works very well. Lovely!

I can feel the warm milk cradling me to sleep! Great ending too. And I hate bugging people for odd punctuation and such, as in your last line because poetry is art. Do your art, your way! So long as you do it effectively, which you have.

Now, here's come the critique (though minimal).

I like the first stanza, but the line, "And get released during bedtime," confuses me a bit. Maybe it's the chocolate macchiato I had earlier that fogging my head, but I think this doesn't make much sense.
Well, actually it does, but aren't the thoughts more torturous DURING bedtime? I see what you're saying, though, the more I think about. Maybe you could word that line more, hmm, creatively? Anyway, my apologies for rambling over a single line. I'm very particular. That is really the ONLY thing I'm not too fond of.
Everything else is perfect, in my opinion.
Besides that, a beautifully written, well-thought out piece, dear! I can't express just how good I think it is, in specifics because I've worn myself out my rambling, haha but great job!