by Kurt
The description of this poem was brilliant. You did an excellent job creating a picture for the reader. Also I loved how the rhythm seemed to flow seemlessly between lines and stanzas. 5/5 |
by Cherise
"When it rains again today, no mind will follow me by" |
by Kurt
The rhythm seemed to be off. It wasn't bad but it wasn't as smooth as it could be. To help smooth out the flow try and even the syllable counts for each line. Or regulate a certain syllable count for each stanza. I liked the poem and it wasn't bad. 4/5. |
This poem is really powerful. Very sad and depressing. And in a way dark. In this line here: |
Wow. You did an amazing job with writing this peice of poetry. I really enjoyed reading your poems. Keep up the awesome work. Thank you for commenting my poem and rating it. God Bless 5/5 |
by Vegetable
There are some really greats parts in this poem. I love this line: "Only the body, yes, the body, a carcass waiting to die." However, I lost the image you were trying to create at some points, I think you have some unnecessary words in there. Like in the line: "Into the mirror behind I see my face in a pale light." I cannot see the purpose of the word "behind." Maybe try reading your poem out loud and weeding out some places that sound too wordy. |
by My Decadent
That was such a beautiful poem! I love the way it flowed - so natural. The rhymes were wonderful! Overall a marvelous piece of poetry ^^ |
by Love Panda
This is a great poem, i havnt read anything as good for what feels like ages, great rhymes, great stanzas and great use of words...i love how you have one thing in mind and stay stuck to it and not drift off the subject, your work still blows my mind. |
by jocelyn
"Cut like little threads leading downwards to my heart" |
Beautifully penned. Poetry is one of the best ways to explain to ourselves and to others the deepest emotions that torture the human soul. You captured that well in this poem, and brought emotions to your readers. |
That was really a strong poem & the rain itsef either portrays joy or well makes one cry each & every bit of tear... |
by Brittany C
"Unfeeling dead pondering away through neverending mist". neverending should be never ending. |