Judgement Day

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It is Judgement Day here at Young Writers Society.

1) I will decide to give you my approval with a like. The criteria is I have to like it! All bias aside if you have made art with your words you will get my approval.
2) I will have a content section of the review, and a structure section
3) I will rate your writing like this:
content: X/6
I will sometimes do Impact under content, depends on each piece.
Structure:X/6
-comment here why you got your score
Emotion:X/6
-comment

Thank you !

I do not offer extensive nit-picking
Accepting any request but novels may take a while to read!




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Hi, so I noticed that you have been studying Poe and other poets and I was wondering if you would review this.

It is a ballad inspired by Edgar Allen Poe's "Annabel Lee" and I am quite new to poetry, this is only the second poem I have sat down and seriously written. So I would love it if you could give me some pointers and tell me how to improve as a poet.
“In a Wonderland they lie, Dreaming as the days go by, Dreaming as the summers die:
Ever drifting down the stream- Lingering in the golden gleam- Life, what is it but a dream?”
― Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking Glass


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C'mon people! ..taps foot..
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The Falling Sky This could stand another review. People don't seem to recognize the Villanelle still.




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Thanks for the review ImHero! I totally didn't notice that I had 11 syllables for the second repeat line DX I counted them like 5 times and every time I came up with ten XD




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Welcome @Aley

..now, if only I had some more reviews...
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The day, which was one of the first of spring, cheered even me by the loveliness of its sunshine and the balminess of the air. I felt emotions of gentleness and pleasure, that had long appeared dead, revive within me. Half surprised by the novelty of these sensations, I allowed myself to be borne away by them, and forgetting my solitude and deformity, dared to be happy.
— Mary Shelley, Frankenstein