Is there any poets that can review some of my poems?
I'll do it, but you'll have to give me a year to clear my current plate. Also, I reserve the right not to write a review if I don't like the work. (I don't lambaste people's work but ignore it if I don't like it.)
Where can I get my poems reviewed?
You may try The World's Largest Poetry Site which is more dedicated for poets and also for you to get more than what you needed for poetry - feedback, suggestions, improvement, friends and lot more once you seriously start considering your poetry.For more reviews, interact with fellow poets and join the groups in the site and post your poems in their reading list.All the best
Need review on my poem?
Title: Pieces My dear, What have we become? A daylight nightmare plagues me from inside While hate breeds within the soul. Unforgiving flames freeze us still Incinerating past memories to ash. Haze fogs the mind to complete obscurity, Questioning myself over and over again How can this be reality? Yet the answer is as clear as my animosity. Broken and beaten, Swollen with unamended lies. Clashing of glass echoes across time As the heart is shattered, Scattered as far as the love I once conceived.
Need review on my poem?
Title: You and Me As I lay beneath the stars, piercing moonlight illuminates the way to your arms. Thought after thought, dream after dream, My mind circling for true clarity. Your eyes soothe my hearts hurricane, like the stitching to beaten scars, as the angelic touch of your life brings tears to my withered soul. Nightmares spread like fire throughout the scarlet sky, multiplying as the days pass twilight. I stand my ground with you eternally, through the clashing of fallen dreams and the echoes of lies ravaging the past. A familiar daybreak shines through the darkness, blinding all evil within my weary sight, as reality sets in around me. Nothing of this world is alike to the happiness your love leaves me tonight.
Will you Please review my poem?
Thanks for the A2A.First of all, those emotions have a genuine feel and that is good thing. Expressive poetry should not seem contrived.Like Wordsworth said,Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.Now I’m assuming you are a new poet and would like to know how you can make your poetry better. So, I’ll try to point out what you can work on.What you need is to add some finesse in it. You need to mould your ideas and feelings into better word structure. After all we don't write poetry simply to express, but also so that we (and others) can learn something, some essential truth from it.For e.g.it feels nice to talk to youThis line seems oddly simplistic in a poem. You could perhaps try to rephrase it, into something more poetic.And do follow poetic conventions and techniques, they make it more pleasing.I will give you and example :oh destiny, thanks for everything that you spoilt in my life,but listen, its me, not anyone which will use the knife!These two lines seem oddly long compared to the rest. Perhaps you can rewrite them to make them fit.Overall I’d say, I did really like your poem. And you certainly have the ability to write much better poetry. Keep writing :)
How would you review this Hindi poem I wrote?
Gud try indeed.. But I would like to give some inputs for more scope of appealing. The poem starts very well and shows the various means of "gham" but a poem should be complete in sense. Till the end the reader tries to find out what that gham is that bothers Bt there's no clue found.. Try to make complete sense or else try to show how you lived up with setbacks. Hopefully these inputs are useful to you.. Keep writing keep growing
Review my poem/song thanks!.?
The voices aloud The words i hear. Are trivial There's no need to fear. I wish to flee. Take flight and run But its stays with me in shadow from sun. But why scream?. When it seems, No one cares. About dreams, "They're just apart of growing up" My mother always said Now if i admit I dreamt of her Often cold stark dead. Would she be so lenient To the monsters in my head? School is often hard for me I fall into sheepish haze I find it hard to concentrate. because i haven't slept for days It seems to be a part of me, Like a morbid pubescent phase. Or some morbid pubescent phase. I felt so small, When the doctor said Monster's aren't real, Now don't be scared Have these pills both blue and red And take before you go to bed. But they don't work, and I still dream. Of spilling blood, And twisted themes The though of night filled me with dread I'ld scream till the walls them self went deaf And all around was sick of me, And question my humanity A questioned me, And scrutinised Through made up minds And confused eyes. I'm patronised in my very sleep for not keeping thoughts aliened and neat And for crawling up and wondering why My waking moments are just a lie If growing up means seeing things That bring me to a cry Then i think it's best i stop right here. Because i would rather die.
PLEASE read and review my poem!!?
Slipping You're about to fall Why? Why now? Why at all? You had it all Don't fall You're slipping About to fall Keep chipping and chipping Keep gripping Don't fall I can see you skipping Having fun Playing with friends Playing in the sun Memories fade Please, please Don't be afraid Keep pushing on You can do this Fight 'till dawn Don't slip, don't fall No one wants to lose it all
Review my poetry please.......?
This is my very first attempt at poetry. tell me what you think. I miss those lips, your chin. The sound you make when I kiss you. I miss your neck, your shoulders. The sweet scent of you as I kiss you there. I miss the small of your back, the curve. The way my head just seems to fit there. I miss your legs, your thighs. The way it wraps around me as we kiss. I miss your feet, those toes. The way it lays on my chest as I kiss them. I miss your stomach, those breast. The way they ft excited as I lick them. I miss your eyes, those sweet brown eyes. The way they look at me and I feel loved. I miss you!
Can someone review my first poem?
Sure, where is your poem found? Or is the one about heartbreakbelow? The key with writing is finding exactlywhat you want to say and thenplacing the words that sum up that feeling in just the way you like them. It doesn’t really matter what we think as much as you liking it.