Erinaghdra

1. Throes of passion threw me not, A sin I did not suit. For I knew that love and lust Bore only bitter fruit. In all of my piety I ...

Oh and I'm sorry, I'm a terrible typist and speller, So I apologize for any typos

Ok It wasn't bad but I have some issues with the structure. I'll explain [quoteThe addiction is sweet I’ve heard it if not a thousand times,- Ok. Here is where ...

I was not a big fan of this poem. I thought it was sloppy. Decent ideas but a little vague. You need more structure. I know that were poets and ...

When little, coddled men of means Put their pens to work, Their product dies a hackyned death, For egotism lurks. The crucible of canticles; Of meter, plot and prose Burn ...

I liked the message and it was well though out and the imagery was also very good. I do feeel like though, with a non-ryhming poem It really is nessiscary ...

It wasn't bad, it had some potential but I do have some isssues witht the overall construction. Though my flame of life flickers-If it was me, I'd wouldn't put this ...

ok maybe im gonna be a downer but i just do not see wwhat the rest of you see. poetry is not supposed to be blunt in my opinion. i ...

Least Among my vile things, And the pain my demons bring, The softest sour note I sing, Is my conviction in myself. My Pride in my own moral health, Assurance ...

decent. not bad. I'm not a fan of this style of poetry, but taking that biased out of it it wasot bad. My biggest ssue is how vauge it is, ...

I actually agree with the review above, I felt that you rushes to the ending just a lttle bit, it threw off the pace of your story. I liked the ...

i would recommend not posting things like this, obviously unfinished, sloopy work with no vowels. if you wanted to post it i would have recommended editing first

BOOM. Ping. First time I’d shot a gun. I’d only put my eye up to it, and gently pulled the trigger, aim ever so slightly to the left. I promised ...

Among the symbols of my youth: The wood, the steel, the stone, I lay to hear the reasonance Of my empty second home. When at rest and meditation, This place ...