A very good movie summary. I'm guessing Phenomenon?

This first stanza is the best of what you've posted here.

Sounds like a good place to be, Minus-Neverland. I wonder what the tree looks like; The one with the square root that is.

You have expressed the Christian view of heaven where the goal is to get there. May I ask why so much more of the Bible is dedicated to glorifying God than to being glorified in heaven.

Take off that silly cape and stop flapping around Alpha Beta. You're not in Narnia. It's getting embarrassing to be seen with you in public.

Cute. Is vignette the right word? I mean that honestly; I don't know or have the computing power to check. I would have said epigram.

"What is thy name?"... "but Israel shall be thy name. And he called his name Israel."

Good rhyme, good rhythm, good lyricism. Nice that you've gotten those images out of the way. Now you have no excuse for using them again.

Nice, to put on his pillow at each season's beginning.

So few poems end well. Life should end well, why not poems. Are all poets working against what should be?

Good. I'd shorten the first verse to give it more power: cast upon the canvas, sketched within my past, she waits for me. Or somesuch.

I rarely write about real things, and this is proof of it, though it started as a fair description of a trip I was recently on. I freely admit that while being driven northwards, I was reading Pound's Cantos. (And believe it or not, Zodiac, I much preferred the lyrical ones to the others.)

I just realized: Two mirrors exactly facing each other don't reflect anything.

I agree.

You were so proud of this you put your name on it twice.

How many birds settle on a human's tree? Are they dumb?

Good flow and rhythm. "sins" seems inacurate. "The future calls" seems a bad shift.

Whimsical and carrying less content than poetic effort.

I believe now that you really love me. The way you would a fluffy little dog. It's touching, really. And this morning my hair looks that way. I'll release the knee from your neck now, knowing you'll not relent.

If you give the instance you should not have to state the theme, it should be obvious. Pushing too hard is not the best word choice to describe letting a fire get out of control. Put 'it' back together; the only 'it' in this poem is the fire. Strong glue to fix something that is burnt is unapt. I like the rest of it though. It has a decent spine.