I had to read your poem a few times to fully absorb its possible meaning. It is absolutely amazinghow you captured loneliness in true motion, making it feel alive. I loved how you mixed in some chemistry words like salute and gradual dissolution those words made me picture a woman slowly dissolving, and body and presence slowly fading, as if she was beign absorbed back into time the air or even maybe a memory? Your poem stuck with me and truly got me thinking. Thank you for sharing your work. I really enjoyed reading, it’s pure brilliance. Best regards.
Couldn't read without leaving a review for this is the secound poem I have read of yours and Id say your writing truly has the spark of a genius. Just on how your writing confronts the reader head on and uses sharp almost theatrical imagery to express anger and truth telling. Your writing made me play eveything out in my head.I'd say a genius in writing isntalways about polish it’s about the force of the voice, the originality of the images used in the writing, and the way it makes people feel something real. Your writing does just that. It’s unfiltered its bold and it pushes boundaries in a way that feels authentic rather than keeping it safe. That edge is truly where genius often lives. You are right its magic. Thank you for sharing. Best regards :)
Your poem really captures your attention. You can literally feel the hurt, anger and disappointment in each and every line. YoU can truly feel the writer wrestling with their memories throughout this poem. The shifting from daddy to Father at the ending is especially striking it just seems to convey the writers final realization of their fathers true nature and the writers final conclusion to move beyond that childhood attachment. Very well written. I had to click and become a fan of your writing. Thank you for sharing, this masterpiece. Best regards :)
Wow! I really love this. What a touching poem. It made me feel the ache of letting go. As well as the love and pride conveyed in every word of your writing. It feels so genuine and so tender. Something only a parents Heart could truly express. Thank you for sharing.
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Wow! your poem grabbed me. When I read your poem, I had to read a few times and I feel its weight in my chest. Although your poem problably isn’t necessarily about the COVID-19 pandemic, it still takes me back to that time. As a healthcare provider who has practiced for over two decades. I had never witnessed anything like the COVID-19 pandemic. I was in the front lines, seeing the terror in patients' eyes. I fought against an invisible virus, trying to keep patients alive, performing constant CPR. Their gasps for air and eyes still haunt me. The hospitals wouldn’t allow families to enter, so many were unable to see their loved ones before they died, the last person their eyes saw was me. You capture that experience so well... in my mind. The virus telling not as an enemy, but something already hollow, merely trying to survive. I understand the role of the antidote and the hero, too well. During the pandemic we were called heroes, but in truth, we were just human beings extremelyexhausted and burdened with guilt and trauma that the world didn't want to acknowledge. For we truly fought hard for our patients. We were left with scars no one can see. The part in your writing about the crowd cheering while hiding their hypocrisy echoes deeply; it felt as though their praise was cheap and would turn cold the moment we failed. The ending strikes the hardest the idea that the hero didn’t really win, but instead walked away haunted. That’s real. Winning didn’t always feel like a victory during those days. Sometimes, it felt more like a loss that never left you. Your writing to me does feels more like a poem the methaporsyou used, the imagery, the rythm of it and emotion in the writing carries deep emotional weight. Even though your poem isnt neccesarily about the covid 19 pandemic, this is what makes this a good read. The reader can have their own perception and analysis of the writing, making them think, really reading into the words and feeling its rhytm. You have the ability to grab the reader and that right there makes your poem true art. Thank you for sharing your work. And yes biology does mess up your mind just a little because... its the knowing. Best regards.
Wow! your poem grabbed me. When I read your poem, I had to read a few times and I feel its weight in my chest. Although your poem problably isn’t necessarily about the COVID-19 pandemic, it still takes me back to that time. As a healthcare provider who has practiced for over two decades. I had never witnessed anything like the COVID-19 pandemic. I was in the front lines, seeing the terror in patients' eyes. I fought against an invisible virus, trying to keep patients alive, performing constant CPR. Their gasps for air and eyes still haunt me. The hospitals wouldn’t allow families to enter, so many were unable to see their loved ones before they died, the last person their eyes saw was me. You capture that experience so well... in my mind. The virus telling not as an enemy, but something already hollow, merely trying to survive. I understand the role of the antidote and the hero, too well. During the pandemic we were called heroes, but in truth, we were just human beings extremelyexhausted and burdened with guilt and trauma that the world didn't want to acknowledge. For we truly fought hard for our patients. We were left with scars no one can see. The part in your writing about the crowd cheering while hiding their hypocrisy echoes deeply; it felt as though their praise was cheap and would turn cold the moment we failed. The ending strikes the hardest the idea that the hero didn’t really win, but instead walked away haunted. That’s real. Winning didn’t always feel like a victory during those days. Sometimes, it felt more like a loss that never left you. Your writing to me does feels more like a poem the methaporsyou used, the imagery, the rythm of it and emotion in the writing carries deep emotional weight. Even though your poem isnt neccesarily about the covid 19 pandemic, this is what makes this a good read. The reader can have their own perception and analysis of the writing, making them think, really reading into the words and feeling its rhytm. You have the ability to grab the reader and that right there makes your poem true art. Thank you for sharing your work. And yes biology does mess up your mind just a little because... its the knowing. Best regards.
Love your poem. Short but says so much. Reading it feels so peaceful, like stepping into a quiet night. Detaching from the noise around. LOve how you tied the waning moon to the sound of a fluteit gives your poem such a gentle haunting beauty. Thank you for sharing your work.
Wow, I love this. Isn’t it true sometimes a writer’s words go into asystole, and you have to find that adrenaline, that epinephrine, to refuel those words...words that grab the person who is reading. Your poem does just that captures the reader. And I absolutley love the ending, the calling out, I dont believe you. Thank you for sharing your work. Its truly art :)
Was sipping on my morning coffee reading poetry when I came across your writing. Had to stop and leave a review. I love how your poem really makes you think. I really enjoywriting that evokes deep though. Its quite animated but yet it also communicates genuine depth. The words the chet becomes Margeret really caught my attention. And I was left to think what this really means? I also like how the poem goes into more serious topics without feeling all preachy. I had to read a few times trying to take in the words. Your writing epitomizes true philosophy because it actually encourages serious thinking about society, life as well as human nature. Thank you so much for sharing your work. I'm curious still on what the Chet becomes Margeret means?
Love your poem. I like how it lifts you at the start, big and full of energy, then lands on something simple and true. The line about the snooze button really made me smile because it captures a relatable aspect of human nature. Thank you so much for sharing your work. Take care.
Was just sipping on my morning coffee while reading through some poetry on this site. Your poem caught my attention. It carries so much weight, mixing sweetness with damage. I love how you start with honey as glue. It sets the tone right away. The armor part in the poem and all those years building walls, then one touch, one look one smile, and everything is exposed and open. You can feel the vulnerability and it makes the risk of love feel real in your poem.
I feel like the last lines are the heart of the poem. The please don't leave me, I want you to see my fragile skin, is absolutely brilliant. This is an outstanding read. Thank you so much for sharing it. Keep writing, and take care.
Wow, I could not read and not leave a review for this amazing write. Came across your read had to read a few times and I can say this is straight fire. Every line strikes with confidence and attitude. You can literally feel your voice loud and clear. Your writing reads like a song or rap. I might be wrong, also poetry.
The references are genius. It truly gives your writing a cinematic, tough edge. Every time I read it; it took me to different eras of pop culture. For instance, Like the line aint no stopping us now, that line made me play MC faden and Whitehead's song in my head. All the small references you made throughout your read took me through a roller coaster of recollections and tunes.
Honestly, you have a real gift here. Truthfully, I'm curious and I'd love to have a breakdown of your writing and the meaning behind your write. This is pure art. Thank you for sharing your work. Take care
Was sipping on my cofee this morning, reading poetry on this site and came across your read. The way your poem shows how change happens little by little, almost like an invisible force, until suddenly everything is different. The rhyme in your poem keeps it flowing smoothly almost like the days are slipping by without notice.
The ending of your poem truly strikes heavy in the chest. That line about being left alone to agonize overit makes the heart ache, because thats exactly what it feels like when the ones you love grow up and move on. What I like is how you managed to say so much with so little, this truly amazes me. The poem is short, but it still carries so much weight. You captured the passing of time, the growing up, heartbreak all in just a handful of lines. That’s not easy to do. I cant wait to read more of your work. Thanks for sharing. Keep writing.
Your read seems to reflect it isn’t just about the spine—it’s about all the weight that the writer is carring alone. Your poem highlights how physical pain blends in with emotional neglect. HoW they learned to ignore what hurts because no one else would notice. The twisting, cracking, standing still there more than actions.Ways of coping, ways of surviving. The lines with your parents hits hard, showing why you’ve had to rely on yourself. It’s honest, pure and painfully real, and it makes the reader feel that heavy load right alongside your words. Thank you for sharing your work Truly enjoyed your read. Keep writing. Take care.
Wow, your read is so heart felt.Every line of hope and longing was deeply felt. You have the ability to make your readers feel every word. Can truly feel how much you miss him. The way you state you reach for signs, stare at the pictures, and hold onto his memory. Your love for your husband comes through every line, from his gray hair to hoping he saw the light. It’s heartbreaking, but such a beautiful read. You’re keeping him alive in your words, and that’s powerful.Thank you for sharing. Take care.
Just read your poem. And wanted to stop anf
D review. I love how you describe the weight of lies coiling inside, burning every time something touches them. The imagery you use is felt and real and it makes the reader feel that heavy, stuck energy of guilt and secrets. I think you captured that tension between hiding something and needing to let it go so well. Thanks for sharing your read. You made me stop, reflect, and really feel it. Some writers dont have this ability. Keep writing.
Ijust read your other poem.The Great Dying before this, and wow, you know how to grab a reader and make them feel everything. The Rejoicing Song is a whole other vibe its bright, alive, full of little things that hit deep. You capture emotion so well, whether it’s darkness or pure joy. This poem made me feel joyful. Like a beautiful melody. Loved both poem.Honestly, I had to come back to read more of your work. Truly shows your range.Thank you for sharing your read. Truly raw talent.
Wow, I gotta say, this poem hits hard. The imagery used in your poem left me in ah. It’s truly brutal and raw. Your read truly has the power to capture the readers attention. Feel like its all the things that are currently occuring in our posioned world. History does truly does repeat itself. Had been away from this site for awhile was browsing through poems and your read grabbed me immediately. So thank you for sharing your work. Take care.
What a raw read. In your poem, the speaker speaks about feeling nervous and overwhelmed by the noise and chaos around them. They try to escape these feelings by turning to music. The fast and loud beats of the music help them feel better and give them strength. The music, especially the powerful sound of Soundgarden, helps them shake off their anxiety and feel more hopeful. The speaker shows how music can be a powerful way to cope with tough emotions. The repeated phrase upbeat, uptempo, raw, pulse-pounding highlights how the tune energizes and lifts the mood. Soundgarden - Blow Up The Outside World, came to mind. Where it starts low. "Nothing seems to kill me, no matter how hard I try. Nothing is closing my eyes." The melody from low to high notes and instruments. Seems to Feed the writer. Each note each lyric is like an anxiolytic. While studying for my graduate degree. The world around me and anxiety for my research papers' due dates drove me wild. To help me write I would place headphones on my ears. Listened to Lana del Ray, Sound Garden, a system of the Down, and many other genres of music. Each song, lyrics, musical instruments. Would fuel my writing, relaxing me enough to see words. Music is powerful in many ways. Thank you, for sharing your work. I will be back to read more of your work.
Beautiful, your lyrical poem speaks so much beauty. To me, it talks about how different seasons pass by, with the beauty of nature like grass, flowers, and snow, but you feel that nothing in life is as beautiful as the person you love. Each season reminds them of this person, but no matter how beautiful the world around them is, it doesn't compare to the person you love. You walk around just witnessing the changes of the season and awakened by memories forgotten. Then along comes the snow wipes it away and back to black and numbness. Thank you so much for sharing your read. I honestly would love your interpretation of your work and word usage. Will be back to read more of your work.
Well yeah, now I'm super famished. Your write seems to be a lighthearted and conversational contemplation on a dish the writer had uncovered in the South, which mixes sweet and savory flavors. The writing style is colloquial, with the writer expressing their thoughts and views in a relaxed and relatable way.
The writer cites that they had never heard of this dish before coming to the South, and compares it to sweet tea, hinting that it may be a regional specialty. They voice curiousness and interest in trying the dish despite their initial reluctance, as they admit that it looks appetizing in the picture they found.
The writer mentions their own waffle maker and familiarity with frying chicken, implying that they may attempt to make the dish themselves. They communicate their preferences for fluffy waffles, maple syrup, and fried chicken thighs, adding a trace of humor with the mention of Banquet, a label known for frozen fried chicken.
The write furthermore contains personal cravings and hunger-inducing descriptions, adding to the relaxed and relatable tone of the write. The usage of casual language and the statement of being hungry adds to the colloquial and windy tone of the read.
Across the board, the passage can be classified as a personal reflection or conversational piece on a dish, penned in a casual and relatable fashion.
I am now extremely hungry, but I do prefer the breast. The delicious sweetness from the waffle and maple syrup truly does balance the tasty chicken flavor. Salivating now... and thank you for sharing your mouthwatering read with picture included. Best regards.
Wow, very well communicated, bravo! Back again to read more of your work, and again I am left in awe. The poem appears to be a critical commentary on a society that is oppressive, discriminatory, and hypocritical. The title itself implies that this is not the first time that such a government has existed, and it appears to imply that the present state of matters is a new iteration of an old problem.
The usage of ephemeral, supplementary sentences constructs a feeling of haste and underlines the stringency of the problem. The repetition of "Where" at the start of each stanza implies that these are all diverse elements of the same problem.
The writer concentrates on various ways in which society is oppressive, including the banning of books and the erasure of history, the demonization of people from different ethnical and cultural backgrounds, the suppression of non-heterosexual identities, the subjection of women and children, and the adulation of guns over health and wellbeing.
The poem underlines the hypocrisy of the society, which declares to be free and moral but in validity strips individuals of their independence and morals. The writer is not afraid to use powerful language, such as "villainize," "criminalize," and "demoralize," to push the verity that this institution is actively and deliberately harming its citizens.
All around, your write is a powerful censure of a society that prioritizes power and governance over empathy and liberty. It conforms as a forewarning against the perils of absolutism and the importance of staying vigilant against oppressive powers.
Very well worded as a healthcare provider that witnessed so much inequity amidst the covid19 pandemic. With the higher-ups shifting rules and regulations. Literature truly speaks volumes and the unethical history lays dormant in books collecting dust ready to be repeated again. A true wicket problem. It truly is time to tip the wink.
Thank you so much for sharing your powerful write. Read it over and over attempting to dissect every word this is truly unpretentious nourishment for thought. Will be back to read more of your exceptional work. Best regards
Wow!!! what an intense read. I kept thinking in my head what a bat-sh.. crazy guy, the character is. A perfect portrait of someone with a severe mental illness. You flawlessly utilized words to paint a vivid image in your reader's mind of the scenes taking place in this short story.
This write seems to be a dark and disturbing concise narrative about a man who visits a woman who he claims to be his girlfriend but who doesn't remember him. He admits that he hurt someone in the past and attempts to apologize to the woman for leaving her, but it shortly becomes clear that he has fooled himself into believing she is someone else.
He becomes increasingly violent and intimidating towards the woman, exposing a hunting knife he has brought with him as a "make-up present." The tale concludes on a cliffhanger, with the woman in danger and the reader left to speculate what happens next.
The short story explores themes of obsession, delusion, and violence. The character's delusions and unstable behavior are unsettling, and the way he appears to emanate pleasure from the fear he causes in the woman is chilling.
This short story is notable for its use of an unreliable narrator, as the reader is never quite sure what is real and imagined. The finale is remarkably effective in leaving the reader with a feeling of unease and suspense, as they are compelled to imagine the worst.
Thank you so much for sharing your read. This distinguished read constructs a suspenseful and unsettling narrative that trolls themes of infatuation, control, and manipulation. The story's twist ending, where the protagonist is unveiled to be a dangerous stalker who has mistaken his victim for somebody else, adds a chilling coating to the story's general message about the dangers of fixating on others and the importance of identifying warning signs of abusive behavior.
Wow, took me back to seventeen, oh how I wish for that time back. A good year when you are so brand new. What a wonderful read, made me smile, and made my heart happy. This read seems to be a personal narrative or a memoir-style piece? It is penned in a first-person's point of view and recites the writer's experiences and memories in a nostalgic and reflective fashion.
This powerful and nostalgic write prompts recollections of the writer's past, specifically their experiences at age seventeen. The wording is receptive and vivid, with the usage of similes and metaphors to depict the emotions and sensations connected with this time period. The repetition of the phrase "seventeen" highlights the importance to the writer and the way it is epitomized as a character that talks and sings, to the writer adds to the emotive significance of the piece.
Using precise details, such as the smell of a certain cologne or the taste of a particular candy, adds profoundness to the writer's memories and enables the reader to connect with their experiences. The references to shared experiences with a friend and the reflection of a "star spot" furthermore allude to a potent sense of community and a memorable place or moment that harbors significance for the writer.
Your write effectively reflects the ephemeral nature of time and the importance of cherishing our memories and relationships, even as we move on to new phases of life. The writer's regret over losing touch with their past selves and their yearning to reconnect with those memories and emotions is a cordial and ubiquitous theme.
Very well done. You have no idea how much I appreciate you sharing your nostalgic read. We forget at times, it's important to reflect. This world has changed so much. Read your writing a few times...I do have a question "Bellany was good to us." This particular phrase, was Bellany a car? Just couldn't quite seem to decrypt what that phrase meant. I had a car that was good to me, and her name was Rachel. So just wondering. Thank you for sharing your work. Best regards.
What a delightful read. I was instantly taken back to high school and the intense feelings that can arise when you are brand new, and you see your crush in the hallway. Your poem "Just a Hallway Crush" explores the emotions of infatuation with somebody who is basically a stranger. The orator notices the object of their affection in the hallway and is instantly drawn to them. The orator confesses that they don't know this individual and this individual doesn't know them. Despite this, the orator feels an intense draw to them and can't seem to dismiss it.
The vocabulary used in the poem is concise and to the point, reflecting the orator's inner battle between their fascination for this person and their thoughts that it might be far-fetched and may not come to fruition. The repetition of the phrase "just a hallway crush" highlights the orator's attempt to ignore their feelings, but also unveils the persistence of those emotions.
All around, your poem captures the intense emotions and conflicting thoughts that can come with having a crush on somebody who is essentially a stranger.
Very well done. Thank you for sharing your work. I look forward to reading more of your writing. Best regards.
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