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Well to start, there are a few spelling errors that impede my understanding of the poem: "Mumbling sence" ---> perhaps 'sense'? "I am the queen of critizatation" ---> perhaps 'criticism'? To begin at the beginning, the line "I am undecided." seems at odds with the rest of the poem. The speaker seems unrepentant about the wrongs they commit, declaring themselves to be the source of the listed evils, and yet they begin the poem with indecision? It seems that the speaker knows precisely who and what she is! Next, you have 5 stanzas of obscure images. Some of them are better than others, but I think your point could be better made with some more concrete examples of evil. Take for example this song by the group 'Voltaire' "I'm the fly in your soup I'm the pebble in your shoe I'm the demon in your bed I'm a bump on every head I'm the peel on which you slip I'm a pin in every hip" Now, this group is 'showing' rather than 'telling'; the listener recognizes these things as uncomfortable and bad, and they create their own emotional response as a result. You tend to list the feelings you want the reader to understand, like "Tangling your thoughts". Instead, why not think of a situation where your thoughts were tangled; chances on a reader would have a more dramatic response to such an image. Finally, you write "I am Hate" at the end of the poem. To be honest, the images you listed were more 'evil' than 'hate'. Your speaker seems to insight random misery, but there is no indication that she does this BECAUSE she hates people, nor does she sew hate. Either exclude this line, or explain how your speaker hates. All and all, a lot of interesting ideas but there is a great need for polishing and development. Generally spelling errors are an indication that an author has not looked over their work with the magnifying glass needed for good critique.
How would you rate this poem?
I thought the poem was very good in a cute way! I was smiling as I read it! ***The feeling of the poem was clear, and to me, getting that across is the most important ingredient of a poem.***The singsonginess of it is kind of fun. I don't know what classification of poetry this is but I've seen it before. It almost reminds me of the teaching stories of Dr. Seuss! As far as rhyming goes, you did well! You would have hit it on the nailhead if you used "pursuit" at the end! To me, poetry is about expressing feelings, and if it did that for you, then it has done its job. If someone reads it and it expresses their feelings as well, then you have done a service to them and your poem has succeeded even more. If it resonates with many people, then that's how it becomes famous, because it becomes beloved. That's why I think all poems should go out into the public - because you never know who it is going to resonate with! All poetry is inspired. It comes from some secret place inside of us. When we work at a poem, we become crafters of this inspirational stream that we all have. Some of us are better crafters than others. Those that work hard at this task should be honored because they are trying to express for all of us. You were clearly inspired when you wrote this, and it could be made better by more crafting. But this may not be your intent. It may just stand well as it is for that moment in time for you. In scoring, I give you a 20 for effort, a 19 for emotional content, an 18 for rhyming, and a 15 for polish. Please keep writing poetry when you feel the inspiration! You could do very well!Edit: I see that you have reworked your poem some! I'm very impressed! The rhyming is more fluent now, and some of the punctuation changes really add to the tempo of the poem. Great job! Isn't it fun working and reworking a poem?!? It's like a potter working with clay... molding and shaping. Keep on writing!
Can anyone rate my poem?
Hey guys- I write little stanzas and poems/thoughts in my Notepad- if anyone could tell me if its good or not- thanks! And what I could improve on- here goes! :) I solemnly swear to always be there for my "family", dysfunctional but always in control thats what we all thought, brought up in a privileged life everything given, lessons learned although he'll never learn abour the life I'm living, he's fuckinf women and getting credit for the work I committed, its a shame to say that one day we were in his same position, thoughts become things your saying how we should understand, that the only thing that matters is that everything you say is secondhand, the smoke wasn't lit up initially by him, and now he's huffing and puffing proud of the "leader" he is.
Can anyone rate my poem?! (about my crush)?
Aaah. So sweet. Very cute. Suggestions and criticism: - There were a few spelling issues, etc, but nothing too serious in my opinion. - I wouldn't have written it as a poem. Rather write it as a short story in a poetic style. I think a short poetic piece would be much better because it would suit your target audience. Well done :)
Could anybody translate the whole poem "IF TEARS COULD BUILD A STAIRWAY" in spanish.? plz?
Here's the Spanish translation: Si las lágrimas pudieran construir una escalera y los recuerdos eran un carril caminábamos hasta el cielo y te traeré de nuevo nuestros corazones todavía duelen en la tristeza y las lágrimas secretas siguen fluyendo o que significaba perder nadie puede saber pensamos en ti en silencio nos hablan su nombre su memoria es nuestro recuerdo con el que seguramente no parte ya que nunca será olvidado que prometo a usted hoy un lugar hueco dentro de nuestros corazones es donde siempre me quedo Dios te tiene bajo su custodia que usted tiene en para siempre en nuestros corazones.
Survey Question: How do you rate my poem?
You need to clean up the grammar, of course, but you also need to decide if what you’re trying to do here is really poetry in the first place. It’s more of an ironic tale indicating that while one might not be with the one they desire, love can be found and felt from unexpected places. This is a rather conventional morale of the story, something a good poem does not do; poetry is the work of trying to express the inexpressible in terms of the unforgettable. So two choices; one, rewrite this piece as a prose exercise,with full, discursive paragraphs and resist the urge to be “poetic”. And two, read as much poetry as you can, from quality poets, find pieces you like and think about what it is about the work that appeals to you. Consider the way the poets use language, how they present a premise, how they stray from where you think they’re going with an idea, how they convey experience without being obvious.
Will anyone rate my poetry?
Poetry really cannot be rated. It may be critiqued. There are so many different kinds of poetry and each serves it’s own purpose. Some is so personal that it is mainly for the writer. When you are sending it out in hopes of publication, you need to read the publication you are thinking of and see if it matches your type of poetry. You may get many rejections, but it doesn’t mean you’re not good. It means your poem doesn’t suit the publication, or the particular theme they have for that particular edition. Suggest you take a poetry workshop that includes critiques.
Rate my song lyrics anyone??? ?
No way, that's so good! I would fall in love with this song.. it's awesome lyrics :)
How would you rate this unique poem? What are your comments?
Wow, what a nice concept and thought.Throughout the poem journey of Moon has been depicted beautifully which starts with his innocence and ends with an advise to open the book and ignite the sparks to burn so that one and all could find a way to maturity, success and happinessHonestly after a long time I have read such a good, meaningful and beautifully used allegorical poem.BLUE MOON.A peculiar child you arewanting to unfold the mysteries of universe,stumbling upon the question of your existence,deciphering your purpose,you want to open a book,read the last chapter,and quench the thirst of your mind,you were holding long back.You little child of cosmos,what’s the hurry,calm your running mind,listen to the rhythm heart plays,dwell in this euphoric aura,where transactions of soul are made.A serenity prevails then,Now open the book,ignite the sparks and let it burn you,Till the fire surrenders and winds claims you free.You have to live zillion times,before your soul flies free,let your eyes be hypnotized to miracles,nature is trying to show you,let you feet walk in pathless directions,as water is guiding your way to home.let your ears listen,to the birds and waterfall casting a spell,let the love occupy the space,between your untwine hands.let your body break from cocoon,Once in a blue moon,just choose yourself over anyone,Let people feel enthral,of how a life is lived every single time,they hark back you.Thank you Manpreet Sasan for sharing. It is really unique as said. :-)