This is one stream of consciousness that doesn't make easy sense without punctuation or proper grammar. Still the emotional power of these words clearly convey a passionate love. I hope it lasts, but it seems to be based on some far to superficial things for it to be a forever love...
Nice story. I feel for the pregnant woman having to raise their child alone. The descriptions are vivid and really draw you in by your senses. I love the ending with the implication that the ghost of her husband visited to leave her the Saint Christopher medal to say goodbye. I can see the child wearing it their whole life.
One big HA! followed by a smaller ha ha hee hee. Love it. I was singing it in my head and loving it. great poem! That was amazing! Funny as ****! I' would say do it again with another song but another song just wouldn't be as apt. I can't say how awesome it is.
This is a statement of sheer frustration at being ghosted. It can be hard to remember a time that the closest thing to instant messaging was a letter that took several days to get to the person you are sending it to. Sometimes messages don't go through but this sounds deliberate. The frustration is real!
Cool. I love this story Kissla should totally get everything she has ever wanted and this would totally be it! They make a good trio. If all of them love each other why not marry them all off? Then again it would soothe some of Kissla's angst and might cause internal character conflict. What would happen to her if she did get what she wanted.
The main character is willing to do some crazy things for her male friend. It is a puppy love, but I think that the healer is where her heart really lies. Trouble is this reads like a tragedy and I doubt that anything good is going to come of this for the main character.
My heart hit my stomach when the duke pocketed the ring I really had high hopes for the main character. It really sucks for her. Too bad the three of them couldn't be married. I think there is love all around. It is a good chapter and it really carries the story.
This is awesome. The main character is so tortured. One thing I got the two v names confused and wasn't sure if it was the duke or the wizard proposing to the healer. You might want to put a few letters between them to help clarify the difference. I didn't review the first two parts yet I wanted to finish it first I am going back to review them now. Once again great job!
Dying for faith is not hard. Not if it is real faith. What can be difficult is living by that faith. All too often men grow to become hypocrites of their faith. That sounds like what happened with their jailors. They were so intent on their own faith they forgot that one of its tenants was probably thou shall not kill.
This is a primal scream of pain from grief. I have felt it and recognize it. I don't know who the poet lost but there is definite pain there. It can be hard to survive this kind of pain but eventually, it does pass. It takes a different amount of time for each person. Hang in there, try not to dwell on the absence. Remember the good that was there.
The rhymes are spot on, but the rhythms are off. It can be hard to balance rhyme and rhythm at the same time in a poem. I give this an E for good effort. A little tweaking and you might be able to even out the rhythm. Though it is a good poem as it is.
This poem seems to be the story of a shopaholic. The pathological need to spend beyond one's means is common in the modern world. Just one more purchase and you will feel better. Only you feel worse because you are further indebted or you have spent the last credit you have and you know you can't buy anything more to make you feel good.
I love it! The rhyme rhythm and structure are all appropriate to subject. The sentiment is wonderful too. I love the story it tells over all it is a good go around for a simple poem. Keep this up! You seem like a wonderful poet. You clearly put an effort into this but it looks effortless.
I like this poem. It's cool how I feel this way sometimes when trying to write in an unfamiliar poetic form. Usually I give up halfway through. I mainly write free verse, haiku, or limericks. Though I haven't written a limerick for this year's contest. Oh well...
This is a very dark story. It has good character development and a definite plot. It ticks off all the boxes for good fiction in my opinion. I would suggest you select more genre tags because if someone nominiates you for a quill, you have another opportunity to win for each category you select.
This poem claims to be dark and lives up to the claims. It is of a sort of armageddon, all about the end where dark and light become one. It portrays love as the root of all conflict. I would have to say it isn't love that is the root but jealousy. It doesn't seem fair to blame love.
This story builds suspense from the first word. It isn't really pressing suspense. It is the kind of suspense you feel before talking to your boss. You don't understand the stakes of this story until the third to the last paragraph. This isn't just about his job it is about his life.
The two phrases after the semicolons seem out of place. I think the whole thing would read just fine without them. I like the rhyme scheme. it falters in a couple of places in terms of rhyming but that's okay. Overall nice poem. Good job and keep them coming.
I like the way this piece examines the idea of what is truly essential to our economy. In my city fast food workers were considered essential workers as were doordash/ubereats/grubhub drivers. It kept more people in their houses and lessened exposure. I think some of the covid measures are simply ridiculous.
I really feel for the little girl. And the mother, but then again the mother must have ultimately found her prince charming that could see the beauty within. At least that is what I want to believe coming away from this story I don't want to think of the other possibilities.
This is a description of a true unending love. You can taste the passion of it and the implication that it was at first sight. How many of us can ever hope to experience this kind of love? Does it matter or does it just matter that this kind of love can exist to give us hope.
I think the parallels between our country as a whole and the reaction of an individual to the grief process. But I am not sure that grief looks the same for a country as it does for an individual. I don't think the country even acts like a small group would. The pain is too deep and contagious.
I like this ode to the coming of a new year. I especially like that it is of a year that didn't turn out a complete disaster. 2018 was a pretty good year for me. I love the reference to God's blessings from the past year and for the year to come. Good poem.
Coolness. The way you slip the special abilities in there is almost sneaky it almost made me think my imagination was getting away from me but then bang waterkinesis and invisibility. Awesome! Great way of establishing a character too. I mean at first it seems like he's just an ordinary barrister then wow!
The form looks too hard for me to follow well enough to write. But you seem to have. That alone impresses me! The theme of the poem is positively wonderful. Everyone could use a reminder that worries are temporary and that having a little fun melts them away.
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