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Ahh, Not a critic, you got me wrong there bro. i simply analysed the poem, i don't know how to critic, I'm just a poet myself. Apropos: i don't see anything wrong with your poetry

Good lines, very good... Verse1, I see a person who derives joy in her responsibilities to someone and not sadness due to usage of words that depict sweet memory. Verse 2, Seems to have told us the end

Hmmm, nice poetry... I observe a rise and fall in intonation and then a sudden rise again on the last line. At first it was a steady rise in form of sharp events around and then it drops tactically into

i saw the point this poetry was trying to make through the first few lines, on the coronary of a flower. it is mostly the center of attraction while it really is just another kind of decoration. Coronary,

I see wonder through the rise and fall of the ambitious, the rise- the true braveness, the fall an unexpected demise i felt every bit of this write up

Filling out sheets of corrupted pine leaf special brown crusted paper again waiting longing, lonely choking on air from passing trains And then just as if the market knew the words we loot, it spits out

running through a daze i met the earths greatest love and despondent mistake and in my race the world passed me by knowing i'll otherwise take its love away Great lines, gets me thinking too about the

Thanks a lot bruw, I'll definitely take to your advice, But what group is discord if i may ask?

Thanks, Doris Adioha I get that you dont know much about poetry. But if you had read my introductory post, you would know then that poetry is not more than a few words from someone that has connected into

Yea i had hoped so. Thanks for keeping that in touch. Here's my first post to that effect.

Thanks a lot. Here's the link

You're highly welcome

thanks. Glad you felt it.

For when love is long gone and enterprise steals the candle with its stand and families hold us in reins and the heart is sold to vain we can say that the world is gone. My deduction from this beauty.

i know the throbs of misery, the epiphany of complete dejection, through your eyes is played chords of my anathema the memories of you clubs me till my vertebral column shatters, into pieces of me, lost

I'm glad to have pointed this out.

Wow, nice contest, nice entries. I hope i can participate in the next context tho'

Great stuff, nice words. I'm starting something new on Steemit. Check it out @eightlines

Clouds of your thoughts be the cataract that seals my vision Thoughts of your desertion plunge detritus in my clogged arteries For the day you gave up on me is another day of mourning And the day you receive