There is no proven direct correlation between the possesion of arms and the quality of one's poetry.

a little experiment in metre (actually using it)

Would she type with her tongue? Her toes? Her nose?

mr pig?

all the deepest's protest too much of your feelings. and tears drip from the depth? upwards?. But there does seem to be a poem here, a skeleton of feeling

OK mainly flows I think, and some nice material bit too slow though for the repetition to kick in gay is too easy a rhyme, and is far more loaded to meaning homosexual, which would mean your feathered foe was singing something like Y.M.C.A.

An odd picture, I just can't quite see it. Probably my lack of perspective. The style seems o.k. though.

Reminds me somehow of ancient Greece, and toga's. It strikes me today since I just spent the morning hanging my crawling ivy across the ceiling of my living room. It seemed to flow fairly smoothly, 9.

Deeply felt emotion still swirling down there with the source of your tears. I especially like the 'slice of my heart' part (look! I'm a poet too!)yipee.

A few bible quotes twisted around a metaphore for John Candy? Hmmmm let me think. Ouch that hurts, I'll just give you a 7 and go take some asprin.

Richa, I don't discern any consistent meter here. You start with a headless iamb (shy), followed by what I think is a dactyl (sifting the), headless iamb? (pool), iamb (of leaves)/ dactyl (picking up), trochee (flowers), anapest (from the floor) . . . and so on. Admittedly, I'm pretty rusty on scansion, but I wonder if you're hearing a forced meter in your head that I'm just not hearing? Try reading it aloud (as if it's prose--i.e., in a natural voice) and mark where the stressed/unstressed syllables fall--that will help you see the presence or lack of a metric rhythm better than anything. There's nothing that says that you need a particular meter for this--it hangs on imagery (though your imagery is pretty detached from anything, I think) more than anything. But if you want to play with meter, then you have to hear it as others would. My point is that when people talk about "meter," they usually mean some sort of pattern or rhythm to the feet that make up each line--even if it's somewhat mixed throughout. I don't hear any pattern here. I'd call this free verse (i.e., very little in the way of uniform stress patterns).

This does have a clean feel about it - The line break at blade... and broken stars shining... I stuggle, within the poem's easy flow, to make sense of it. You've got four senses here, I think that adds to the appeal. I'm not sure what it means, but I like the impression it leaves with me.

I see "broken heart" and I get immediately jaded, I'm sorry for that. As I've been recently reminded - it's in the showing, not the telling; this just tells me "I'm lonely because I have a broken heart". See, I saved you fifty words. Perhaps focusing on the echo of lonliness? But even that is pretty telling. Some way to show the echo within the cavity of a shattered rib cage?? The section with that is kindof cool.

excuse me, but it should be "...[aint] got [no] arms." It's actually a good start to something (I can think of many more reasons why you/we all suck). And, well, it kinda rhymes - so it must be good.

actually, some here suck for the financial gain.

you could have subbed it under pimple, tint. i see your reluctance to reveal this. sometimes i just have to flush the obvious out of my system. consider this the assymetry in your oeuvre.

"I an't smart enough for this one," I croak under my stump.

I very much liked the last line. I do not know how to be nice about this. I am some what bothered. Reflections I get are that this is just one bitch of a sad world. No one likes anyone, except in memories of fondly inflicted wounds. Stab and grind and punch. Mayhaps you'll find a new Love by lunch?

overall pleasing in its malefic intent. my opinions, if you will permit me to suggest a few tweaks: spiral implies 'around', so, 'Twist a whimsied spiral down' would suffice. also, 'The hanging of a garden abounding with allure' is a clumsy phrase. make it leaner. [alluring and abundant, a hanging garden...or something] 'watch we' --tricksy inversion prickles me. 'It itself did engage'--again, a little awkward 'gametic knife'--the heart of the poem, succintly captured. bravo. good work.

Your poems amuse me!!!!! Your lyrics are fab!!! I laugh at your humourous verse!!!!!!111 Twelve people I know could do better than that - But then none could do very much worse. You slag.